"I crave a great disaster. A calamity of sorts. Is that bad?" Emi hasn't been satisfied since being a little girl. Something about it made sense and nothing has ever since. She moves back into her childhood home in the country, where she is alone with the ghosts of her childhood and a mysterious painter who lives down the road. Standing on a hill, watching the forest fire that is everything she believes she is. It catches every relationship she has. She has to make the choice of who gets swallowed. [Cover art: Les deux Blanches (ca. 1898) by Ernest Biéler]

eρεβος (erebos)- of darkness i saw darkness pass over his eyes. that blank stare that was lifeless and cold. the darkness is a static constant in this ancient story of ours. to which we all submit. to which, even the ancients, especially the ancients, speak of. those who pass hardly ever return. those who return are never forgotten. what is it? what is it that looms over our fates and darkens our doorways? it is death, my love. erebus, my darling.

no one really sees wind, only its affects on the environment. you'll see it- swaying trees and flying dresses, the wind being caught and struggling and fighting its captor, breaking free and away, away, away. there is something agonizingly human about it. a collection of short stories, excerpts, and other little short things i write sometimes that i don't know what to do with.

"i truly believe that i was meant to be yours, but it was never meant to be easy." it's been six years since what would have been a teenage whirlwind romance. six years since that hazy, translucent night. ever since, annabeth has long given up on love and has been running away from it, chasing after her career. but then, annabeth meets piper again in new york city, at a concert of which piper performed. annabeth finds herself running in circles, wondering what it is that she truly wants and fighting for a sense of balance. piper mclean is annabeth's ghost, her illusion, her battleground, her war. [#1 in pipabeth on 10/20/19]

ummm idk I like Greek mythology and Icarus deserved better

a book of songs i have written! and will continue to write and add onto this book was originally made for my own use and reference so that all my songs were accessible and in one place, but i thought maybe someone else would like to see them. so i'm just putting them out there in case anyone would like to look at the lyrics (though you won't be able to hear what it sounds like) there's a few notes and chords alongside the lyrics on there mostly for my own purposes. but they might also give you an idea of what it kinda sounds like maybe.

"I agreed to marry you, you..." Patroclus said, cheeks a vibrant crimson and Achilles' smile began to crumple.

The Song Of Achilles was so heartbreaking and good and I thought about how Achilles felt when he arrived in Elysium and Patroclus wasn't there. How heartbroken he was

" my patroclus. " First grade, that's when it all started. When the boy with the ridiculous name and messy, blond hair ran into another boy with a ridiculous name and tanned, ebony skin. They grew jointed at the hip, one was only seen with the other. Achilles loved running, he loved telling everyone about his day; Patroclus loved the way the stars looked at night, he loved laughing at Achilles' jokes. And both of them eventually grew into teenagers who learned how to lose and how to smile brighter than the sun. Achilles has kissed far too many people and Patroclus has learned about each and every one of them. Patroclus lays in his bed, talking about the future, and Achilles listens to every word. And one day, Achilles learns that he only needs to kiss one person. One day, Patroclus knows something certain about his future. / / a work based off of the iliad's achilles & patroclus, but no knowledge about any of the characters or plot is needed to read and/or understand it / /

[ golden river with dancing shadows, sunlight flows into my hands, yet i cannot grasp it; instead, i grasp my pen, and i try to hold the sun. ]