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looking up Catullus’ nasty poems about Julius Caesar

and i find a wiki article about his poems arranged by ‘theme’

….it’s not quite what i expected?? 

i’m pissing myself here, his poems are just too real 

CATULLUS, THE POET WE CAN ALL RELATE TO 

What do you mean you're not in love with me? We are the only ones wearing green frog masks at the supermarket. You mean to tell me that was "unintentional" and "no we're not modern reenactments of Princess and the Frog"? ... seems fake, but okay

[...]

Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred,

then another thousand, then a second hundred,

then yet another thousand, then a hundred,

then, when we’ve made many thousands,

we’ll mix them up, so that we lose count,

or no bad person can envy us,

when he learns how many kisses there are.

Catullus 5, Translated by Jane Mason.

The way my girlfriend asks if I want more kisses after she’s already given a bunch and I giggle and say “yes”. I’m a kiss stealer and will kiss her any chance I get

Basia.

Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus (Carme 5, Catullo) Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus, rumoresque senum severiorum omnes unius aestimemus assis. Soles occidere et redire possunt; nobis cum semel occidit brevis lux, nox est perpetua una dormienda. Da mi basia mille, deinde centum, dein mille altera, dein secunda centum, deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum; dein, cum milia multa fecerīmus, conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus, aut ne quis malus invidere possit, cum tantum sciat esse basiorum.

Under water. Body immerged in the ocean, seeking for an opportunity to near the after life. Because everything was useless without him in my life. Indeed, I didn't know where he was.

I decided to let my body die. For, without him in my life, I wouldn't know how to thrive.

Want to feel again his soft lips on mine, to bring him back in my life. And, someone held my body. Brought me to the land, caressed my hair but didn't try to revive me.

The touch was strikingly abusing my consciousness. because my body had gone limp in the nowhere.

I was feeling the stare of its presence, it was abnormal and I paradoxally wanted to open eyes and see who that was.

But, it was nearly impossible. And yet, I could see without seeing.

It's unexplainable but, my body knew who that was.

Now, I might have had a guess and I think I did know who that was. Because, those soft, plump lips , were on my skin. My body recognised him.

He was there for me.

Had I not immerged myself in the deep waters of the Atlantide, I would have seen him again.

I coulnd't move, neither speak. I couldn't open my eyes, neither breath. So, how was it possible that I could hear his voice?

I was screaming in my head. Meanwhile. he shushed me.

"My bunny. Don't panic. Amor animi arbitrio sumitur, non ponitur. I'm here now with you, thats all that matters" , he said.

My Henry was here.My cold and freezing winter had come again to help me. There was an happiness inside me that nothing, not even Hades, could ever diminish it from me.

Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris? nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior. That was all I could think of.

We choose to love, we do not choose to cease loving .

“I hate and I love Why do I, you ask ? I don't know, but it's happening and it hurts”

Leisure, Hannah, Does Not Agree with You (2)

—After Catullus

My house disgusted me, so I slept in a tent.

My tent disgusted me, so I slept in the grass. The grass disgusted me, so I slept in my body, which I strung like a hammock from two ropes. My body disgusted me, so I carved myself out of it. My use of knives disgusted me because it was an act of violence. My weakness disgusted me because “Hannah” means “hammer.” The meaning of my name disgusted me because I’d rather be known as beautiful. My vanity disgusted me because I am a scholar. My scholarship disgusted me because knowledge is empty. My emptiness disgusted me because I wanted to be whole. My wholeness would have disgusted me because to be whole is to be smug. Still, I tried to understand wholeness as the inclusiveness of all activities: I walked out into the yard, trying to vomit and drink milk simultaneously. I tried to sleep while smoking a cigar. I have enough regrets to crack all the plumbing. I’m whole only in that I’ve built my person from every thought I’ve ever loved.

(-Hannah Gamble)

The Romans were bottom shamers.

Do you know there is a tag "Catullus poetry" on AO3? Ficwriters don't forget the classics!

Now guess who in the Dragon Age fandom is getting thousands and hundreds of kisses. I know it's the most known poem, but I still love it.

you cant even begin poems with "i will sodomise and facef uck you" anymore. because of woke .

Would Catullus disapprove if he knew I used "Ad Lesbiam" for a gay fanfic? No, certainly not.

He would definitely say, though, that my prose is shitty, and I need to read at least that blasted Cicero.

you know what? fuck you *confuses the count of our kisses* *diverts your evil eye* *you can no longer curse us by knowing their total*

you cant even begin poems with "i will sodomise and facef uck you" anymore. because of woke .

you cant even begin poems with "i will sodomise and facef uck you" anymore. because of woke .