ab uno disce omnes

at least i waited until i was off the boat to die. makes me anxious to think about being a dead body on a ship. and can you imagine the stress that might have put on the captain? no thank you 

unpopular opinion writing poetry about farming and nature is as honorable a thing as writing political epics for the new empire

horace just pointed at my feet and exclaimed “what are those?” but i wear these sandals everyday and he has a pair from the same cobbler we bought them together is something terribly wrong with him i am very worried

dante slid into my dm’s and when i told him i was in purgatory he said “what would you do if i was there ;)”

if you ever play the “bees?” card in cards against humanity while i am judging you will automatically win the round

op literally came to italy by destiny, to our lavinian western shore, a fugitive, this captain, buffeted till he could found a city and bring home, his gods to laetium, land of the latin race, the alban lords, and the high walls of rome, but go off i guess

as soon as i get over my self-imposed perfectionist revisions and poor health to publish the epic confirming augustus’s rightful rule over rome, it’s over for you hoes

“love conquers all” and by love i mean bees