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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.
Hey, I made a dark academia community called The Moonlit Academis Association (or TMAA for short). My goal is for it to be a distant cousin of the dead poets society. So if you'd like a place to share art, poetry, essays, musings, favourite books, discussions about classics and latin, etc then you are more than welcome to join <3
things classicists may do to achieve that #ancient greek aesthetic
eat figs
buy more than one copy of a single translation
equate beauty with death in day to day conversations
do a group bacchant ritual which inadvertently (or purposefully?!?) kills a man, then to cover up the first murder complete a second murder by manipulating a repressed bisexual into helping you push your close friend off a cliff
any time there is an opportunity to buy like those cheap tacky tourist-y roman or greek coins, buy those said coins
long for a bust of yourself
humanise figures that probably, in all fairness, shouldn’t be humanised (i’m looking at you Achilles)
comment on the quality of the translation even though that is the highest pretentious level possible
use ‘pathetic’ – quote “in the original sense of the word”
question whether ‘Vergil’ or ‘Virgil’
reblog ANY AND ALL pictures of a statue
cry over intertextuality
latin: if i include a single extra word that could be assumed from context or included in the meaning of another word, i will be a failure and must be shamed in the forum for my wastefulness
attic greek: if it doesn’t have at least five untranslatable particles, is it really a sentence?
Salvete omnes!
Meum nomen Pirevita est. Hoc meus primus nuntius est. Hic de negotiis meis nuntiabo. Legere, studere, musicum, artes mathematicae, linguas et scribere amo.
Ordo aberit...
Hello everyone!
My name is Pirevita. This is my first post. I will post here about my hobbies. I love reading, studying, music, maths, languages and writing.
Order shall be absent...