“PROMETHEUS i would carve my heart out from the pit of my stomach and watch as you drain my body from everything that i’ve been holding inside PATROCLUS my dear achilles, everybody knows how pride devours men, with iron spears and stone hearts, still they all bleed mortal blood HERACLES even the grandest of heroes die with blood on their hands for there are no limits to this madness this hamartia, a veil so thin it — breaks, at the slightest touch”
— the myths, THERE IS A DARKNESS WITHIN (via vodkaboris)
