EUNOINE

i call you: a tragedy

the song of achilles by madeline miller

little, little ajax

for achilles, and his lover, patroclus

Puja-Puja Sang Puan di Sana!

and just like that; like how every of our fights ends, it became miserable.

“this is where we separate. this is where the line ends. you didn't make it on your eighteenth season. that's okay. i only have to wait.”

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shall i seek for a peace of mind.

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we can't keep holding on to non-existent