je suis a toi

opera trash/classics trash/general trash

[electripipedream]

Vassar college girls practicing Greek dances 1923

[purgatory-poetry]

Don’t forget to love her. The little girl you used to be. Perhaps She lies within you. Untucked. Sleeping peacefully.

“Nurture.” By Kiana Llanos [September 7th, 2013: 6:43PM] (via purgatory-poetry)

[parmandil]

“i can’t read suddenly”

[discardingimages]

Poppaea

Boccaccio, ‘Des cleres et nobles femmes’ (French version of ‘De mulieribus claris’), France ca. 1488-1496

BnF, Français 599, fol. 81v

[the-boney-rolls]

Katharine Hepburn at her Connecticut estate. 

[officialjiggly]

these pictures of lorde just changed my life - THRIVING, UNBOTHERED, COLORFUL QUEEN

[niktipolos]

Μνήμην ἁπάντων, μουσομήτορ’ ἐργάνην.

Aeschylus, Prometheus Bound, 461. 

Memory —muse-mother, instrument of all things. 

(via kuanios)

[silenceformysoul]

[somanyhumanbeings]

Eduardo Chicharro y Agüera, Mujer de Perfil con Quimono

[david-lunch]

[parmandil]

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[vivaelis]

[medievalautumn]

[cavedraconem]

Sulpiciae cineres lectricis cerne viator   quoi servile datum nomen erat Petale. ter denos numero quattuor plus vixerat annos   natumque in terris Aglaon ediderat. omnia naturae bona viderat; arte vigerat;   splendebat forma; creverat ingenio. invida fors vita longinquom degere tempus   noluit hanc: fatis defuit ipse colus.    See the ashes of Sulpicia the reader, travellor,   who was given the slave-name Petale. She had lived thirty years more than the number four   and on earth had given birth to a son, Aglaos. She had seen all the good of nature; she had flourished in her art;   she  glowed in beauty; she had grown in talent. Evil chance did not want her to spend a long time   in life: the distaff itself failed the Fates.

AE 1928: 73.4, Anonymous. Believed by Stevenson (2005: 43-4) to be the work of the Augustan elegist Sulpicia Servi f., who may well have written the epitaph for a freedwoman of her own household. Translation by cavedraconem, 2017. (via cavedraconem)

[just-art5]

John Everett Millais, Apple Blossoms, 1859

[marxistbarbie-deactivated202109]

do you ever sit and think about your female ancestors and like how many of them endured forced marriages, sexual abuse, physical violence and complete deprivation of education and autonomy and suffered silently for literally centuries. going through pregnancies and child birth without modern medicine, having multiple children and watching most of them die before the age of five because that was just the way of life back then? and ultimately you are a product of their pain? i think about them a lot and then i think about how many women continue to share their reality in this current year 

[sagansense]

YES, YES I DO. CONSTANTLY. THANK YOU FOR THIS.

[c-aesarion]

Excerpt from my cv:

Greek: 3 years Latin: dumpster fire

[its-caesar-bitch]

self care is declaring yourself dictator for life and then becoming a god after getting stabbed 23 times