seething about the fact that i will never experience photosynthesis in my own useless cells. i bet it feels so good when the light of the sun both warms you and fuels you at the same time. a bone-deep satisfaction mixed with a heated sugar-rush and endless brightness. not that i would fucking know
If the Aeneid has a million fans, I'm one of them
If the Aeneid has one fan, I'm that one
If the Aeneid has no fans, my soul, indignant, has fled down to the underworld with a sigh
i love alice oseman books i wish british people were real
every time i type five or more exclamation marks i think of this quote. it's my equivalent to that damn bbc sherlock line about scratch marks around the phone charging port. i can never escape the spectre of terry pratchett judging my punctuation habits
every time i make a mistake im like theyre going to put me down like a sick dog
My doctor says all the black mold in my body came from a single expired gram cracker which i just think is fascinating
man i love physics
The Aeneid is so annoying to read because it's going along going along it's a masterpiece it's a work of art "AND NOW A WORD FROM OUR SPONSOR AUGUSTUS"
no offense to me or anything but what the fuck am i actually doing
Thought I'd make a post introducing who I am >-< !!!
Name: Brutus!!
Pronouns: he/him (and in the process of making caesar's was/were)
likes: Democracy, my besties at the senate, the 15th of march, my uncle quintus
dislikes: caesar.
Taken 💞 (ily Cassius)
god I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. just you wait. you'll be waiting a while but just you wait