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alex 🐺 Veteran Member 999 POSTS Pronouns: she/her last seen May 4, 2024 12:41:48 GMT -5 a la folie	patroclus \| district four \| wip Jun 28, 2021 13:21:58 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by alex 🐺 on Jun 28, 2021 13:21:58 GMT -5 Achilles was looking at me. “Your hair never quite lies flat, here.” He touched my head, just behind my ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how I like it.” - madeline miller, song of achilles
	Last Edit: Jun 28, 2021 13:24:06 GMT -5 by alex 🐺 the smell of night, inhaling stars.

alex 🐺 Veteran Member 999 POSTS Pronouns: she/her last seen May 4, 2024 12:41:48 GMT -5 a la folie	patroclus \| district four \| wip Jun 28, 2021 13:25:34 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by alex 🐺 on Jun 28, 2021 13:25:34 GMT -5 genderfluid amazon achilles is their soulmate thank you for coming to my ted talk
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patroclus | district four | wip Jun 28, 2021 14:42:24 GMT -5

Post by alex 🐺 on Jun 28, 2021 14:42:24 GMT -5

“I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.”

― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

For as long as I can remember, I've lived on the island. I'm am Amazon, but I know I'm not like the others. Not quite female and not quite male and something in between that defies words or explanation. It's more a feeling than anything else.

And then there's Achilles. And he's, well, he doesn't defy words or explanation. He's more than a feeling. He's feelings. All of them.

And then one day Areto left, the way the sea recedes from the shoreline each day just like clockwork. But she came back, just like the sea.

It shapes our lives and we live by its grace. When the sea is filled with fury, frothing white with waves that crash and break louder than thunderclaps, we have no choice but to pay homage and respect its wrath.

Last Edit: Jul 12, 2021 15:56:14 GMT -5 by alex 🐺

the smell of night, inhaling stars.