Details, version II : The Dying Gladiator, 1799, by Pierre Julien. (Which is a statue, if you didn’t notice, and that would be easy to understand why.)
someone who doesn’t know shit about good omens please explain this image
Dramatic gay goth dares god to smite him down because of minor inconvenience whilst English major sophisticated gay husband and their children look on.
Excuse me they said someone who didn’t know shit about good omens
We’re so young. We’re so young. We’re twenty-two years old. We have so much time. There’s this sentiment I sometimes sense, creeping in our collective conscious as we lie alone after a party, or pack up our books when we give in and go out- this it is somehow too late. That others are somehow ahead. More accomplished, more specialized. More on the path to somehow saving the world, somehow creating or inventing or improving. That it’s too late now to BEGIN a beginning and we must settle for continuance, for commencement.
Happy Birthday, Kristen Stewart! - April 9th, 1990
“It’s so important to be able to understand as soon as you can what you really want in life and to find a way to be happy. I’m looking forward to everything and I feel really good.”
