Edvard Munch

edvard munch

The way that after Patroclus died, Achilles slept next to his corpse, fought a river God, butchered Hector and dragged his body around Troy several times with his chariot.

“He is half of my soul, as the poets say”.

Patroclus literally was Achilles’ impulse control. He was the half with the empathy and the generosity and the immense kindness. When he died, all that was left of Achilles was a human weapon.

Literally how destructively beautiful is that. Imagine the depth of this love. *lets out a mental guttural scream and sob*

i will always love. even those who cannot or will not accept it. it is always there. walk back to the home in my heart; i made you tea just how you like it and your bed is the way you left it. it'll always be there if you want it.

"I know I will be long dead before you read this..."

just read the song of achilles and got emotionally destroyed, no big deal!!!

I would know him in death, at the end of the world