Last Book That I…

ACHILLES AND THE LONDON BOY:

Photo Board

Center: James Leicester

Left: Diana Mayor

Center: Henrik Olsen

Left: Theo Fraser, Center: Alexander FitzDonald

Center: Alexander FitzDonald

Left: Theo Fraser, Right: Alexander FitzDonald

Left: James Leicester, Left Center: Henrik Olsen, Right Center: Theo Fraser, Right: Alexander FitzDonald

Back: Diana Mayor, Front: Alexander FitzDonald

Left: Alexander FitzDonald, Center: Theo Fraser, Right: Diana Mayor

Left: Alexander FitzDonald, Center: Diana Mayor, Left: Theo Fraser

Greek Class alignment chart.

Alexander’s golden hair shone in the glass sunlight, a moment so perfect it seemed it could fracture at the smallest breath. His eyes looked like green crystals, flicks of blue emerging in the sun.

Alexander didn’t notice this, but Theo did, gazing up at the window. He looked back down at his tattered copy of the Iliad, wondering what book Alexander was reading. The sun was setting, making the world look like a haze of pink and purple. Theo looked at the cotton candy clouds, unaware that Alexander was looking right down at him, sitting on the bench next to the road. Alexander closed his book, Jane Austen’s Emma, and smiled a little half-smile, looking at the way the orange sky reflected off of Theo’s eyes. Those eyes flicked to his, Alexander turning away a few seconds too late, the grin disappearing from his face. Theo’s smile, on the other hand, only widened. Alexander chided himself for his incompetence and looked over at the door of his room, still seeing those gilded curls. He blinked quickly, trying to get them out of his vision. He looked back down at the sidewalk; the boy had gone from the wooden bench. He forced himself to look back at his book.

Ahem, I may or may not have read far too many novels recently. How do I know this? I have now developed a slight crush on my academic rival in school. Goodness.

what do you do when the love you thought would last forever just walks away?

what do you do when you know this time its you, its you, its your fault, you chased him away?

what do you do when they hurt you but you know you hurt them even more?

what do you do when you try your best but your best isnt enough?

what do you do when the good ones hurt you?

do you just move on?

do you ever move on?

does it scar you?

do you forgive them?

do you forgive yourself?

R.H Sin

because you were only 5 when you learnt the dark was something you should be afraid of and that night, a child found god in the bathroom light

when you turned 11, someone said you were too loud, too brash, too annoying for a girl; they made you think you’d never make it in this world

then came your 13th birthday when you realised that your mother would only love the person you could become for her, so you made yourself smaller and smaller until you ceased to exist outside of your own mind, screaming “are you happy now, mother?” but no voice comes out because you can’t be too loud, remember?

at 15, you hated yourself for not being able to fight without crying (you still do) so you don’t let anyone in that can hurt you

and now that you’re 17, you’ve waited for summer long enough to know it will never arrive for a person who says so little of what she means.

// you’ve been 8, on your way to 18, and barely survived the years in between

THE ARCHIVES

Prose and Poems:

Poems

A Poem About Rain

Icarus Also Flew

An Ode to Rays of Sun

To learn that

Jealousy

Eyes

Women

A Pretty Little Message to Myself

She

An Ode to Pools of Moonlight

A Poem of Many Poems

If I Don’t Love You

Achilles and the London Boy

Sunlit Gold

A Flower-Scented Morning

Hungover on Tears

A Magnolia Tree Kiss

“What is happiness?”

Giulia’s New Book

Meeting Diana

Giulia’s Diary:

Personal

Giulia Has a Crush

Linguistics, My Beloved

Last Book That I…

Flowers and Vanilla and Sunlight

Mornings

Goodbye, Achilles and the London Boy :(

Book-Related

Sense and Sensibility

Butterfly Bookmark

Emma

History Class Advice

Giulia’s Predictions 1

Giulia’s Predictions 2

The Secret History

Camilla Macaulay

Odds and Ends:

Quotes

A Book I’ll Never Write

To define is to limit, darling.

Books and Forests

The Secret History

“Goodness, you magpies.”

“It’s nothing.”

Everything was bathed in celestial light.

“But how,” said Charles…

That was a cozy night, a happy night…

“Are you sure you’re all right?”

My heartbeat trembled in my fingertips…

The wind was up…

Shades of Eton

Unworldly airs of ancient romance that…

The Iliad

Anguish gripped Achilles…

Other

I Loved My Friend

It isn’t Spring until…

Vive vita tua, nam morte tua morieris.

Photos

Books and Tea

Notes Scrawled in Margins

Tweed Blazer Outfit

Books and Flowers

Academy on the Hill

Home Screen

Italian Dialects Alignment Chart

Good Morning, May

The Secret History

Giulia on Pinterest

Pink Flower

Joseph Leyendecker Illustration

Joseph Leyendecker Illustration II

Photo Boards

Achilles and the London Boy

First Photo Board

First Photo Board, Labeled

ArtBreeder Photo Board