Hii I'm In Desperate Research Of Songs That May Suit Brutus And Cassius Relationship As Well As Just

the relationship between a person and the native flora and fauna of where they grew up is something that can actually be so personal

Love how Robespierre just said 🕊🍊

Razor with ivory handle, it once belonged to Captain Hammond of Mattapoisett, New Bedford, late 19th century 

about couthon’s bunny - source + translation

knowing thyself is the way to know the universe and viceversa: symmetry it's the constant

I have loads of things I hyperfixate on and they vary and change over time, so an older one I had was the American transcendentalist movement that occurred in massachusetts and to be Frank with you although I was deeply interested in the ideas and philosophy of the movement in which is essentially about humans being inherently good and being at risk of corruption by society and institutions and the idea of embracing idealism and focusing on nature and being against materialism. I was more captivated by the key individuals of that movement namely Ralph Waldo Emerson, Thoreau, Hawthorne, Dickinson, and Alcott and their lifestyles I think that is something I enjoy to casually think about; the little things, like people avoiding hawthorns because he talked too much, or thoreau and Emerson getting into a heated argument but still remains best friends, or Emily dickinskin keeping up with the things written by thoreau or Emerson, or nathaniel hawthorns and his wife roaming in their garden which they called Eden, or Louise alcott having a crush on Emerson and getting flustered around him, rainy days in thoreau's cabin and imagine having a conversation with him about what he has learnt while living there, hawthorne telling Emerson that thoreau said he would teach him how to sail a boat on walden pond.

I don't know I just wanted to say that.

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i must not afternoon nap. afternoon nap is the mind-killer. afternoon nap is the little death that brings total obliteration. i will face my afternoon sleepy tired and permit it to pass over and through me. and when it has gone i will turn the inner eye to see its path. where the afternoon sleepy tired has gone there will be nothing. only i will remain

14 second compilation of various renfields eating shit

talleyrand: i HATE you

fouche: i share the same sentiment

napoleon, in the distance, thinking to himself: ** those two scoundrels sure do hate each other. i’m glad they are too petty to put down their differences to work against m-

*fouche and talleyrand notice napoleon and put down their differences to work against napoleon*

napoleon: are you FUCKING kidding me