good morning, it is sacrifice day! i woke up at 4:45 (after going to bed at 11 bc i was committed to trying to get up at 6 given how badly the 5 am wake up call has been going) and probably should have tried to go back to sleep but did not so. we're just rolling with it. i am, for the most part, feeling calm and relaxed! i'm going to run to starbucks and get breakfast and tea then do my duolingo and then be ready to start settling down at 8.
down with found family. UP with FOUND DIVORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
everyone loves Predynastic Egyptian Terracotta Bowl with Human Feet. shout-out to a real one
get out of touch and obsessed with functionally and materially useless niche fields and topics of interest enough and you too can develop the coveted "loser's superiority complex"
Dudes be like "Et tu Brute"
My brother in Jupiter you were the one about to destroy the Republic
This was my art school’s water fountain. Drink from them wolf tiddies
What if I started blogging in the style of middle-schoolers who are trying to translate Latin?
me before making yet another unintelligible post about my current hyperfixations
Oedipus on the Bodies of his Sons. 1912. Gabriel Jules Charles Girodon. French 1844-1941. oil/canvas. winner Prix de Rome 1912. http://hadrian6.tumblr.com