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"average roman poem contains 3 individually named trees" factoid actualy statistical error. average roman poem contains 0 individually named trees. Virgil Georg(ics), who lives in the didactic-pastoral idyll and names over 10,000 trees in each poem, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
Corydon and Alexis.
In Virgil's Eclogues, Corydon is a goatherd who loves a young man called Alexis.
05.16.2026
okay buddy so why don't you give a single fuck about me. that's literally not fair and you're gonna be the death of me omg. everyone here is enjoying the fresh shade and im literally burning because of you. i swear i have it all! got a nice cattle and everything, i can play the flute, i can sing, i've got fresh milk all year long, im stunning... so why won't you notice me😔 like, if we got together i'd give you so many cool gifts! like a new flute. we could sing together. or flowers! so many pretty flowers just for you!...oh you don't care about that either. well listen up pretty boy, my exes were literally easier to deal with than you tbh. and it's not like you're even that special. ill find someone else like you don't you worry. soon enough. hopefully *sobs dramatically*
- Virgil's second eclogue, more or less
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Lace’s chamber in the Cradle is cold and empty. A bed of flowers, she decides, is called for, and these broken vents, once fixed, will provide much needed warmth.
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behold: my very first hollow knight fic :3 it's a pre-canon exploration of lace trying to navigate existing in the citadel, and having normal feelings about flowers which refuse to grow beautifully and the concept of being alive.
“Pastōrēs, hederā crescentem ornāte poētam, /Arcades, invidiā rumpantur ut īlia Codrō”
“Arcadian shepherds, crown [me as] the winning poet with ivy, / so that Codrus’s dick explodes from envy.”
Vergil Eclogue VII 25-26
Omnia vincit Christus; et nos cedamus Christo
Fuck the government. Let's run away into the countryside wilderness, write some idylls, and make love to some shepherds and nymphs
