Me: Just To Confirm, Romans Considered Trousers Barbaric, Right?

Moodboard: Aesthetic - Monet Paintings (Green). 

❝My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece.❞

In the middle of a deep sleep at 2 pm on a Tuesday

INTP: It’s always 3 am somewhere

‘game of thrones’ cast hating their own show for twenty seconds straight

being a fic writer can be hard because sometimes you’ll get a random scene in your head and be like “oh this is neat! can i get some context?” and the characters go “lol no, figure it out” and so you need to shake your own brain like it’s a piggy bank like come on, there’s gotta be some more quarters in here . . .

how can people enjoy shows without spending all of their freetime shitposting about them on tumblr and reading fanfiction of their ships until 3 am

HARRYWEEN, NIGHT ONE Somewhere Over the Rainbow | 🎥 cr: @jaerie

actual facts about Vergil, according to Suetonius:

he was dark skinned (”aquilo colore”; of dark color)

he was very tall and had a “rustic face” (whatever that means)

my poor boy had a terrible health and he suffered from headaches and stomach problems

he really, really liked boys (”libidinis in pueros pronioris”, “he was given to passions for boys” like me too son) and his faves were Cebes and Alexander, whom he calls Alexis in his second Bucolic

he was very socially awkward. once he became famous for his Bucolics, he hated going to Rome and if he absolutely had to, he “would take refuge in the nearest house, to avoid those who followed and pointed him out”

he worked as a lawyer only once and apparently he was terrible giving speeches, bless him

he had a very soft and beautiful voice, and he would get really excited while reading his poems. according to Suetonius, he was once reading the Aeneid (not yet finished) to Augustus and Octavia, and she was so affected by it that she fainted

url inspired graphic ❥ narcissa black (for @transnarcissa )

there is nothing i wouldn’t do anymore!

People who switch pronouns in songs to no-homo the situation are so funny. The idea literally never even occurred to me as a kid. Couldn’t be me. I am a woman scorned. I am a man who had his heart broken. I am a guy who hates his hometown. I’m a country boy, I’m a city girl. I’m a slut. I’m addicted to cocaine. It’s a song, man.

Hey, don’t cry. Nipple piercings visible through shirts. Okay?