“Patroclus.” Pa-tro-clus.

Several things happened at once then. Achilles—for it was Achilles—dropped Deidameia’s hand and flung himself joyously at me, knocking me backwards with the force of his embrace.

“She wants you to be a god,” I told him. “I know.” His face twisted with embarrassment, and in spite of itself my heart lightened. It was such a boyish response. And so human.

“You are as gorgeous as ever,” she said as she leaned against the sink, her arms holding her weight behind her. There was always something intoxicating about the way Celia looked at me. I felt like a rare steak in front of a tiger.

hi, i just want to say i hope all my fellow members of the lgbtq+ are doing okay. some of you may have seen that tweet that’s been going around and some of you may have moots who liked that tweet and i just want to say i’m here for you all! just remember we are valid n loved!! <3

mass murder and attempted genocide...

i really do regret coming to this bird app sometimes😐

the way she came out as homophobic so casually is sending me

ok hmm i didn’t ask to be exposed like this

“Show me your hand.” I did, palm out. He rested his own palm against it. I tried not to startle. His skin was soft and slightly sticky from dinner. The plump finger pads brushing mine were very warm.

i want to change my layout so bad but i can’t find anything better and i also feel like if i change everyone will forget me soo

love didn’t have a name until madeline miller wrote tsoa and called it patrochilles

how can i remember every favorite quote of mine with no trouble but can’t memorize a single math formula for an exam fuck this shit i give up

We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.