@ave-puella / ave-puella.tumblr.com
Hey friends! Just a note to say I am going to be leaving tomorrow to go dig holes in Ireland for the next six weeks! Wifi and internet time is going to be pretty scarce so I probably won’t be on much until around mid-August. Also I didn’t bother to queue anything since I’m a lazy piece of shit, so I’ll see you guys in a little while!
Is it me or does the way we treat cast-iron cookware almost come across like we’re talking about ancestral enchanted swords or something?
‘Twas my grandmother’s pan, ‘fore she passed it to my father; and my father’s pan before mine; and now you, my daughter, shall have it by your side as you go off to make your way in the world. Just remember, never wash it with soap, nor scrub too hard when you rinse it, lest you erode its protective sheen – you can apply a new enchantment, but it will lose all the power it has gained over the years from its use by our bloodline, and also it’s sort of a pain in the ass.
Monument to the Ancient Greek Warriors of the Battle of Salamis 480 B.C.
Achilles Vasileiou. bronze
career choices i am considering:
Brutus and Cassius after the assassination of Julius Caesar
I hate that overwhelming wave of dread that washes over me as soon as The Distraction ends and reality hits me with all my anxieties and guilt.
I saw a post that was like “mutuals =/= friends” like whoa okay I always thought of mutuals as low key friends but that’s fine let’s make people more insecure of their relationships than they already are
Bruhs, if we are mutuals you are 100% at least low-key level friend to me.
I follow you = acquaintance
Mutuals = low-key friends
I’ve replied to your posts at least twice = high key friends
I actually use the message system to talk to you = I really really like you and probably talk about you to people irl all the time
Gratuitous fancy John Granby for your eyeballs.
one of my favorite things ever written is this short poem Octavian wrote about Fulvia while they were at war and I love it so much because Octavian was in his early 20s when he wrote this and it’s absolutely something a 21 year old college frat boy would write today and human beings never change
Let the trumpets sound
“My cock is dearer to me than life itself” Octavian’s Fuckboy Phase was amazing
because of you i sat down and read the catiline orations for the first time and holy shit. holy shit. i used to wonder why it was a thing back then to go into exile or kill yourself after you got humiliated in public but now i totally understand. thank you for being the conduit through which i discovered this.
cicero can be one of the saltiest bastards in roman history when he puts his mind to it and i’m glad you could experience that firsthand, anon
Im still in love for the ladies of Hamilton Ham4Ham and i need practice my painting skills so
july 3rd on tumblr: happy peaceful blogging
july 4th on tumblr:
don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got til ἔσχον
