boy clodia

"average greek myth involves a god turning someone into something else" factoid actualy just statistical error. average greek myth involves 0 gods turning someone into something else. metamorphoses ovid, who lives in exile and writes 40000 transformation myths a day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted.

cicero walking through the streets of london confused and afraid with the bottom of his toga grey from all the puddles/general city filth. the bus drives past him, through a puddle which sends drain water flying all over him. he is sopping wet now.

every time someone criticizes cicero's sentences i want an image of him sopping wet in the rain sniffling and whimpering pathetically projected directly into their minds

My pronouns in Latin are ista/istam not illa/illam. Please refer to me with all due scorn as the woman of the greatest shamelessness and audacity that I truly am.

is this the right place to admit i put cicero in my phone contacts, WITH birth date, city, company, and contact picture

i love it. does anybody else have more cicero confessions to make

The reason why our man tully is so damn funny is because this bloke will drop a heroic clausula into his speech just to make a balls joke which in itself takes some egregios testes

really love this ancient letter from a kid named theon to his dad (p. ox. 1 119) because it's so ridiculously salty and rude ("WOW dad it was SO COOL of you NOT to take me to alexandria with you"), incredibly demanding ("bring me with you or i'm going to stop eating and drinking and i'll never speak to you again") and then ends with the appropriately polite typical close to a letter ("i pray that you are in good health"). truly exactly what i would expect from a moody child.

Our hotels newest popular complaint is there's no bed sheets

call me cicero the way i scroll through my own blog and think each post is sooooo witty. oh us happy people, oh fortunate romeblr, oh highly distinguished praise of my postingship

me ciceronem ob modum quo bloggem meam replico quemque postem, o laeti iudices, felixque romeblr, atque alte decora laus postis faciendi mei, putans lepidisssssimum voca

sisyphus... you made boulder choices on the runway this week, but we just need you to push a little more. i'm sorry my dear but you are up for elimination