#HE IS HALF OF MY SOUL AS THE POETS SAY
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Were none of you gonna warn me on the fact that Fox and Thorn’s paint jobs are just opposites of each other. When one’s drenched with red, the other leaves it white. When blank plastoid is exposed, the other will cover it with red. They're half of each other's souls, Scoob.
#HE IS HALF OF MY SOUL AS THE POETS SAY#i could recognise him by touch alone by smell#i would know him blind by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth#i am on the fucking floor#commander thorn#commander fox#foxthorn#thornfox#coruscant guard#corrie guard#cloneshipping#clone ship#the clone wars#star wars#star wars the clone wars#swtcw#marsdraws#marsrb
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The placement of these 2 frames together just gives me so many feels😭😭
#the song of achilles#achilles and patroclus#achilles x patroclus#tsoa#he is half of my soul as the poets say#soulmates#gay couple#lgbtq books#lgbtq#greek mythology#patrochilles
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Monsters, Dorothea Lasky [transcript in ALT]
#louis and lestat on some random tuesday night in new orleans#dorothea lasky#my upload#poetry#dark academia#light academia#classic academia#romantic academia#literature#he is half of my soul as the poets say
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Please don't answer this if it's spoiler, but I really want to know what Ronan's thoughts were as he was dying. I assume that he must've been sedated and everything, but what were his last thoughts as a ghost while seeing the MC just sobbing over his body
it's tormenting, plain and simple. to have no power over the pain that racks your body, making you unable to even talk properly, much less move. and what was a greater pain to the good medic, lawrence abernathy, than laying down and wasting away like so many of his patients with the same illness? it was seeing his faithful lover wasting away with him.
laurie still remembers your concerned frown slowly becoming an expression permanently etched on your face, taking the place of your bright smile and supportive gazes. you had told laurie over and over to leave, that staying in london won't do him any good. but he couldn't... he couldn't leave his patients just like that.
he couldn't leave you.
now he's paying his price. a price for his foolish personal loyalty. a price of your precious tears that you cry over him every day as you witness his life slipping away with every breath he takes.
“laurie,” you would whisper in the dark of the night when you thought that your sick lover couldn't hear you. “i don't want to be alone again.”
he wishes he could tell you that loneliness won't be coming to you anytime soon. that he will be okay in no time and then fulfill the promise of taking you to his village and having his mother finally meet you. alas, laurie's throat is unable to get the words out and when he feels you drifting off to an uneasy sleep, a black streak of tear runs down from his left eye.
everything comes crashing down again when laurie sees you sobbing the next morning, clutching his nearly lifeless body close to your chest.
“laurie,” you weep. “laurie. laurie.”
he watches—his sould detaching from his body with every second—as you cradle him, crying tears of blood. laurie can feel an echo of them hit his cheek, like cool red droplets of rain.
you hold him so close that he can feel the faint beating of your heart, like the wings of a butterfly. you refuse to eat. you refuse to sleep. you refuse to do anything but stay by his side.
laurie watches as the person he loved—no, loves—so painfully, withers away from inside. he watches as you become the shell of a person you used to be. he watches as you blame the gods, the world, and most of all, yourself.
souls could feel pain, and laurie's was feeling it all tenfold. he reaches out, incorporeal body trying its best to not pass through your shaking figure.
“i swear it, my daisy, we'll meet again.”
#asks#he is half of my soul as the poets say#ro: ronan bennett#these crimson strings#bonnie nonnie#the times i do decide to post scenarios#it's depression hours#ro scenarios
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perhaps
it is the greater grief, after all,
to be left on earth
when another
is gone
- Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
#lgbtq#gay books#madeline miller#tsoa quotes#tsoa madeline miller#the song of achilles#sad gay shit#achilles and patroclus#patrochilles#patroclus#he is half of my soul as the poets say
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I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
-Madeline Miller
#the song of achilles#achillies#patroclus#madeline miller#achilles x patroclus#he is half of my soul as the poets say#dark asthetic
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Excited to share our latest addition to our Etsy shop: The Song of Achilles, Digital Print. A depiction of Achilles and Patroclus as told by Madeline Miller.
"He is half of my soul, as the poets say"
#etsyartist #thesongofachilles #achillespatroclus #artforsale #digitalprint
https://etsy.me/3BsIcWW
#the song of achilles#etsyseller#etsy#drawing#art for sale#handmade art#illustration#patroclus#achilles#madeline miller#book art#he is half of my soul as the poets say#greek mythology#greek myth retellings#greek goddesses#greek history#ancient greek#the illiad#homer#greek gods
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"He is half of my soul, as the poets say."
This quote will forever make me cry. Everytime I read TSoA and this quote comes up aswell as many others, I put the book down and cry.
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actuallly the fact that i know some tsoa quotes literally off the top of my head when the last time i read it was 6 years ago yeah her (madeline millers) brain was ginormous for that
#like “i feel like i could eat the world raw” ARE YOU KIDDING ME#he is half of my soul as the poets say#he would sail to troy and i would follow#even in death#txt
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when i say the song of achilles is my favorite book i dont mean in the “hehe i LOVE this book” way
i mean this book has changed the way i perceive love, anguish, passion, grief, rage, euphoria, and every emotion in between.
i mean that it has changed the way i read, the way i think, and the way i write
this is the only book that can make me choke up just by thinking about it
saying it is my favorite book is such an understatement and i dont have the words to describe my adoration for this novel.
#the song of achilles#im feeling a lot of things#he is half of my soul as the poets say#i think about lines in this book constantly and get a lump in my throat i genuinely make myself cry over this book all the time#madeline miller
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― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
#“he is half of my soul like the poets say” hmmm yeah SORRY I HAD TO USE THIS QUOTE FOR THEM#my first edit with these 2 and i use a quote from TSOA... this is fine#thebearedit#sydney adamu#carmy berzatto#sydcarmy#the bear
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Achilles and Patroclus reuniting in the underworld
Gouache on canvas
Finished reading the Song of Achilles in a day and oh gods it hurt me so much I need to paint the ending scene
#my coping mechanism#the song of achilles#he is half of my soul#as the poets say#tsoa#madeline miller#achilles and patroclus#achilles#patroclus#patrochilles#achilles x patroclus#tsoa fanart#illustration
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“I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.”
“He smiled, and his face was like the sun.”
“When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”
“I found myself wishing he would wake so that I might watch the life return.”
“He said what he meant; he was puzzled if you did not.”
“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
— Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
#every greek tragedy is born of love#and loyalty and gods#are they not built for it#zoro#luffy#opla#song of achilles#zolu#technically#“He is half of my soul as the poets say.”
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στο σκοτάδι, δύο σκιές, που φτάνουν μέσα από το απελπιστικό, βαρύ σούρουπο. τα χέρια τους συναντιούνται, και το φως χύνεται σε μια πλημμύρα, σαν εκατό χρυσές τεφροδόχους που χύνουν τον ήλιο
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work on all of my ao3 wips << start a new oneshot abt terry jr x lark
#no idea if those two have a ship name but i had an idea ok#also yeah..i keep starting new shit instead of finishing the other stuff i have lmao#expect the next chapter of Our Own Lives (I Won't Ever Stop Hating You) to take a tad longer#as well as Oh Universe I See Your Face - Don't Look Now - He's Half Of My Soul As The Poets Say#and The World Is Rotting At Our Fingertips We Are Not Safe#yeah#basically wait a little for literally anything i should be posting instead of working on this LMAO#dndads#dndaddies#dungeons and daddies#dungeons & daddies#dndads fic#dndads fanfic#dndads fanfiction#my writing#terry jr stampler#lark oak#lark oak garcia#🍁
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where i've been all day...finishing modern au vibes hippie goth pelle gives me life look at him he's adorable.
I am sure somewhere in those comments someone has pointed out they failed to make a heart lmao
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twinkerpelle: and they were roommates... <3
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talwinning: ...omg no one else like this lmfao
#my art#ooc#out of quizzy#modern au#{{ he is half my soul as the poets say }} pelle x dorian#i spent so long on this and i dont HATE it#but i wanted it to be better lmfao
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