In death there are no accidents,
no coincidences,
no mishaps,
and no escapes.

Adam Zagajewski, tr. by Clare Cavanagh, from "try to praise the mutilated world”

“For her, the stars.”

— e.c. / Always

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But mostly I hate
the way I don't hate you.
Not even close,
not even a little bit,
not even at all.

@lgbtqcreators creator meme — [1/8] lgbtq+ relationships

Patroclus, he says, Patroclus, Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only. Somewhere Odysseus is kneeling, urging food and drink. A fierce red rage comes, and he almost kills him there. But he would have to let go of me. He cannot. He holds me so tightly I can feel the faint beat of his chest, like the wings of a moth. An echo, the last bit of spirit still tethered to my body. A torment.