YOOS #12 - PHRARSES TO MYSELF #2

                           

X. THE SONG OF ACHILLES, by Madeline Miller

— “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.“

“So she bathed in the moonbeams, just as there were those who bathed in the sun.” — Clarice Lispector, from An Apprenticeship, or, The Book of Pleasures


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She is perpetually associated in my mind with flowers, a flower herself — Emily Ford

•._♡ simple joys: 

- a new day. 

- coffee in the morning. 

- a good read. 

- a comfy bed.

 - pets. 

- watering plants. 

- fave songs. 

- smiles. 

- scented candles.

"𝑂𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑟𝑜𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑚 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑜𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑒 𝑎 𝑎𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑚 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑟𝑖́𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑚 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠." — 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑎, 𝑅𝑜𝑎𝑙𝑑 𝐷𝑎𝘩𝑙

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