from plutarch's biography of cato:

When the cause was pleaded Cicero, who was then consul and defended Murena, took occasion to be extremely witty and jocose, in reference to Cato, upon the Stoic philosophers, and their paradoxes, as they call them, and so excited great laughter among the judges; upon which Cato, smiling, said to the standers-by, "What a pleasant consul we have, my friends."

from SPQR by mary beard. he is sooo annoying i have had it w/ him.

[RUINING THE LIVES OF PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT REAL] i am playing. With my touys

April

by Mary Oliver

I wanted to speak at length about the happiness of my body and the delight of my mind for it was April, a night, a full moon and --

but something in myself or maybe from somewhere other said: not too many words, please, in the muddy shallows the

Frogs are singing.

frankly homestar runner speaks to the pit of my soul (the rootless nostalgia pit not the many other pits) bc my mind palace is a 2000s flash animated mancave i share with my two useless brothers. to roam endlessly in the low poly green grass of free country usa. can anyone hear me.

before you ship something stop and ask yourself... Is this otp material? Make sure your characters are:

Obstinate and inflexible in their actions

Terrible for each other in most circumstances

Poor communicators

scanned images from the songs of leonard cohen (1967) cd booklet

from SPQR by mary beard. he is sooo annoying i have had it w/ him.

medieval judge: i sentence you to a swift and painless death in private with all of your clothes on

gay masochist pervert criminal: NOOOOOO PLEASE, ANYTHING BUT THAT!

I’m bored and nosy. Please reblog this with the book you’re currently reading.

Bethesda website wizard.

Design created for the Bethesda website circa the release of The Elder Scrolls II: Daggerfall

Art by Mark Jones

I have a longing for life, and I go on living in spite of logic. Though I may not believe in the order of the universe, yet I love the sticky little leaves as they open in spring. I love the blue sky, I love some people, whom one loves sometimes without knowing why. I love some great deeds done by men, though l've long ceased perhaps to have faith in them, yet from old habit one's heart prizes them. I love the sticky leaves in spring, the blue sky — that's all it is. It's not a matter of intellect or logic, it's loving with one's inside, with one's stomach.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I only recently found out that not every combination of companions can even get inside Fort Drakon without violence.

And you're telling me that of all the possible combos, these clowns pretending to be twins WORKED?!

FRANZ WRIGHT

pissing each other off as foreplay

Also learning that ovid wrote a medea but that it's lost to history ruined my day. But not as much as the lost tragedy about cato minor written by some guy called maternus. for which the only evidence we have is a bit from tacitus where he mentions maternus did a bad job reciting his play. -_-