I like things. I like people. I especially like the lady person pictured above. I am over-fond of text. Books, television, films, poetry, theatre. I will post Roman things, mythology things, Sherlock, Doctor Who, Buffy (and Angel and Firefly and Dr. Horrible and Dollhouse), Stephen Sondheim, My Little Pony. ee cummings gets an automatic reblog. Oh, I knit, too. Just never enough.

RAVENCLAW
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Spike has fought two Slayers in the last century, 
and... he's killed them both.

Apropos of nothing, at all venues where one signs disposable cups which are intended for use all night long, I sign my cups ‘Giulielmus Crudelis’. Because Aculeus was too mainstream.

(Source: buffypratt)

Mr. Joe Traum, perhaps better known as so-theres-hell-to-pay, in a slightly lower quality video, but a slightly higher-quality sketch.

Three years after the great ‘Everybody Ought to Have a Maid’

frightened:

if you think rap lyrics are graphic today the poet catallus had everyone bested in the 1st century bc holy fuck:

Tumblr, sweetie,

this is not news. The Latin contingent have been giggling about this for a long. time.

(Source: Wikipedia)

No, mother, I could not feel your church group praying for my safety. The fact that I’m home safe is not proof that it worked; that logic is post hoc ergo propter hoc. …No, I’m not sassing you in Eskimo talk!

Dr. Sheldon Cooper

Sonnet 11

A love of wooing, sighing, patt’ring hearts

In flushéd bosoms some deem excellent.

No greater cause, say they, than having spent

The ransom of a king on fruited tarts

And other such confections, stones, and carts

Pulled by fine horses. All those of that bent

Have poorly judged, and their emotions rent

And reason tattered, shorn by Cupid’s darts.

Chaste love, indeed, is wond’rous to possess,

But consummated love is better still;

For children come of th’ act of love that was.

No greater joy, say I, than child’s caress;

And greatest truth that man can e’er distil:

In progenie immortalitas.