Centaur Watching Fish by Arnold Böcklin (1878).
I love love love Böcklin’s mythical pieces, they have this sense of realism, and often even sensitivity.
What if I started blogging in the style of middle-schoolers who are trying to translate Latin?
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"
everyone is so jealous of me bc i lead a monastic life..
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.
cato mpreg… cato mpreg…. cato pregnant with the death of the republic… trying to cut the evil out of him but it just brings death on faster
Candle clocks
everyone loves Predynastic Egyptian Terracotta Bowl with Human Feet. shout-out to a real one
stoicpilled apatheiamaxxing
The House of Ancient Hunt, Pompeii.
Photography by Luigi Spina