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when Oscar wilde said, “you will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.” Pieces of me shattered into fragments until i was but a shard of glass on the floor awaiting to be swept away to my final death.
Ok random but I need to know
Lawyers, law students, legal professionals, and anyone else who uses this term: how have y’all been pronouncing prima facie??
latin phrases i wish to remember:
♡ "veni, vidi, vici." - i came, i saw, i conquered.
♡ "vivamus, moriendum est." - let us live, for we must die.
♡ "ergo dum me diligis." - so long as you love me.
♡ "alis volat propriis." - she flies with her own wings.
♡ "sic mundus creatus est." - thus the world was created.
♡ “aut inveniam viam aut faciam.” - i shall either find a way, or make one.
Loco in Spanish vs. Loco in Latin
i literally belong in the secret history!!! (i’m struggling with latin declensions)
Currently trying to pick my major like:
the fact that is impossible for me, in one life, to study classical studies, archaeology, international relations, all the literature in the world, get a languages degree in italian, german, greek, latin, russian and french; learn how to play the violin and also piano, cello, guitar and the flute; learn how to sing, both modern singing and classical singing/opera; is my villain origin story.
Cubitum eamus?
I was surrounded by green landscapes. The leaves' and trees' color matched with my flowy skirt. My mustardish skirt danced with the breeze, a graceful waltz under the blinding light of my usual guest. This guest has always been there with me. Specifically every Sunday. And peculiarly its light gets stronger and brighter everytime that I appear in its presence. It's really strange. Perhaps, Zeus is content when seeing me, and his only way to contact me is by increasing the brightness of his Sun. Nonetheless, I'm thankful of it.
I could feel the warm breeze timidly touching my bare arms and uncovered shoulders. It was such a hair-raising feeling that it bizarrely made me slowly close my eyes while enjoying that docile embrace.
The crunch of grass under boots made my eyes slam open. That crunch of boots on dew-kissed ground resonates - a rythmic dance between man and nature. Each step, a whispered promise of connection, as if the meadow itself aknowledged his presence.
I turned around. There stopped a gigantic man. He was so majestic that I nearly stopped breathing. There was no oxygen enough for me. The nature was taking it from me.
Despite this, I continued looking at him. I didn't dare to say a thing. No voice could get out of my mouth.
I was so mesmerized by him that I didn't notice he was getting closer and closer to me. I was laying on top of the meadow. Undoubtedly, I was looking like a sloppy little girl and unashamedly I was staying there unmoving.
Surprisingly, he stretched his arm to me. Oh God. What did I think that he was going to do? That, I better not share with you.
"Aventurine. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you..."
I shockingly raised my head. How did he know my name? That I didn't know, nevertheless, I didn't really care. My name softly coming out his fleshy lips ignited a burning heat inside my heart and tiny body. I obviously zoned out and I didn't bother listening to what he was saying.
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”
03.05.24 a big ol’ mess 🍵
30.05.24 Latin is back baby
Ut ameris, amabilis esto.
(To be loved, be lovable.)
- Petronius Arbiter, Satyricon
Miss C: Today we’re going to do Irregular verbs.
Miss C: We don’t talk about them a lot but they deserve love too
Me: No they don’t
gonna start a series of text posts on things that happen in my Latin Class
My college is having me take a test to see what level I fall into for taking a second language. The issue is I took Latin in high school but didn’t take it my senior year and I remember shit. How do I decline a sentence!?!? I miss my Ecce Romani text book 📕
You know, in every language you learn the first lesson consists of „My Name is…“ and „Where are you from?“, and then there‘s Latin, where in the first lesson you learn „The greeks insidiously invaded Troy and destroyed it with fire“ and I think that‘s beautiful.
Romulus 1x02 & 1x03
Some beautiful shots of the softest boi in Italian peninsula, looking at Yemos.
I love all the main trio of characters, but Wiros might be my favourite 🧡 Even despite the theft in ep.2!
(Also, I can’t believe how gorgeous Francesco di Napoli is. Lord have mercy)
Romulus 1x05 & 1x06 Locations, part II
Some new gorgeous places and breathtaking shots from new episodes. I am in awe. ✨ Cinematography in Romulus makes this ancient world so vivid, tangible and real! ❤️