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fatalemostro -> nekyia
Sleeping Bacchante (Alvó bacchánsnő) (1850-1855) by Károly Brocky (Hungarian, 1807 – 1855), oil on canvas, 46 cm (18.1 in) x 46 cm (18.1 in), Hungarian National Gallery
Sorry I feel crazy. She’s the deer. She’s the deer can we circle back to her being the deer
Madeleine pénitente (The penitent Mary Magdalene) (1868) by Jean-Jacques Henner (French, 1829 – 1905), oil on canvas, 69 x 95.5 cm (approximately 27.2 x 37.6 in), Unterlinden Museum, Colmar
Léda et le Cygne (Leda and the Swan) (c. 1740) attributed to François Boucher (French, 1703 – 1770), oil on canvas, 89 × 116.5 cm (35 x 45 7/8 in), Private Collection
This image actually came from an anti-Catholic blog that purposely tags wrong, but I find that it brings me comfort. It does not matter how many times you reach out. He will be there for you. Again and Again.
Fool me once I kill myself on the spot
Young Naiad, (Detail), (c. 1912) by Paul Émile Chabas (French, 1869 – 1937)
Sappho (1850) by Joseph-Thomas Chautard (French, 1821 – 1887), oil on canvas, 92 × 192 cm (36 1/4 x 75 5/8 in), Palais Fesch Musée des Beaux-Arts
can usamericans please stop giving their opinions on catholicism. thanks
mary renault i know you wanted to write a historical novel set in pre-philippi rome centered on that bastard ephebe
i’m trying to decide what book to read during my 17 day vacation on a tiny island in the middle of the ionian sea. nothing too intense. an extremely cheesy historical novel with a touch of incest, as if mary renault had written it, would be ideal. mary renault never wrote about ancient rome because blah blah blah, but if she’d been a little less snobbish, she would’ve fallen in love with the julio-claudian dynasty and written the historical novel of the century
there are relationships that keep going through sheer osmosis, and that might be the thing that scares me most. tell me i’m wrong. for my own good. being indulgent is a hedonistic trait of my personality, but the mere thought of being with someone who doesn’t occasionally call me out because i’m a runaway horse honestly horrifies me
miei cari senatori non è stata una buona idea la combo parmigiana + sigaretta + scavo con 45º all’ombra
repressed catholic official excellence
remember the celio panthers? they’ve become my blouse now. a kiss to my beloved senators
Cameo Pendant of Leda, Italy, 16th century. Agate, pearl, enamel and gold
Courtesy Alain Truong