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im the bug that your parents say is more scared of you than you are of me

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man the byzantines were really off the shits when it came to mosaics. i've been staring at the medaba floor mosaic for like 20 minutes because it's so gorgeous and detailed. like look at this thing. this is a MAP. a MOSAIC MAP from the 6TH CENTURY AD with LABELS in GREEK. i want to touch it. i want to eat it. it's the sickest shit i've ever seen and it is a map. god damn

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grey heron w a snack

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"Blorbo from my shows" no. Blorbo from my BA. Blorbo from my major. Blorbo from my primary source document.

#n. marinatos thank you for everything

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The Fish Necklace by Kinga Nichols.

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The Swan, No. 1 by Hilma af Klint is one of her most well known works.

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u guys r never gonna guess what i've been doing

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Shrimp

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One might have supposed that the true act of love was to lie together and talk.

— Fires from Heaven by Mary Renault

He talked of man and fate; of words heard in dreams from speaking serpents; of the management of cavalry against infantry and archers; he quoted Homer on heroes, Aristotle on the Universal Mind, and Solon on love; he talked of Persian tactics and the Thracian battle-mind; about his dog that had died, about the beauty of friendship. He plotted the march of Xenophon's Ten Thousand, stage by stage from Babylon to the sea. He retailed the backstairs gossip of the Palace, the staff room and the phalanx, and confided the most secret policies of both his parents. He considered the nature of the soul in life and death, and that of the gods; he talked of Herakles and Dionysus, and how Longing can achieve all things.

Listening in bed, in the lee of mountain crags, in a wood at daybreak; with an arm clasping his waist or a head thrown back, on his shoulder, trying to silence his noisy heart, Hephaistion understood he was being told everything. With pride and awe, with tenderness, torment and guilt, he lost the thread, and fought with himself, and caught the drift again to find something gone past recall. Bewildering treasures were being poured into his hands and slipping through his fingers, while his mind wandered to the blinding trifle of his own desire. At any moment he would be asked what he thought; he was valued as more than a listener. Knowing this he would attend again, and be caught up even against his will; Alexander could transmit imagination as some other could transmit lust. Sometimes, when he was lit up and full of gratitude for being understood, Longing, who has the power to achieve all things, would prompt the right word or touch; he would fetch a profound sigh, dragged up it seemed from the depth of his being, and murmur something in the Macedonian of his childhood; and all would be well, or as well as it could ever be.

#just rwad this part it was insane

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wanted all my horses in one basket, as it were

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ἀρνοκόμης (arnokomes) - an epithet assigned to Apollo that means of lamb-like hair or curly-haired.

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#why is the drawing edgeworth #and it fits the meme

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Barbro Nilsson (Swedish textile designer) 1899 - 1983 Atomkraft - Atomkraften, 1966.

@cirosatabolarc

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so in love with these paintings by wayne thiebaud