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MIELMEOW IVE MISSED YOUUUUUU

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coming back to bsky after a month and a half with a new name is like. the walk of shame-iest thing ever .

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taps the mic. is this thing on

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chikorita was My Starter . Shoutout to my little Rita i miss you every day

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the Wikipedia article for the "Fields of Sorrow." It reads: The Fields of sorrow or Fields of mourning (Latin: Lugentes campi) are an afterlife location that is mentioned by Virgil during Aeneas' trip to the underworld. In his Aeneid, Virgil locates the fields of sorrow close to the rough waters of the river Styx and describes them as having gloomy paths and dark myrtle groves. He refers to them as a place where souls recall their earthly griefs and mourn for unfulfilled love.

the Wikipedia article for the "Fields of Sorrow." It reads: The Fields of sorrow or Fields of mourning (Latin: Lugentes campi) are an afterlife location that is mentioned by Virgil during Aeneas' trip to the underworld. In his Aeneid, Virgil locates the fields of sorrow close to the rough waters of the river Styx and describes them as having gloomy paths and dark myrtle groves. He refers to them as a place where souls recall their earthly griefs and mourn for unfulfilled love.

some preacher walked up to me and was like "do you know where youre spending eternity?" and i was like. yes . i do.

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i wish i could pull bitches with nothing but playlist game

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Andromache, as gracious as her husband,
Heaped on more gifts, in grief at our departure:
Clothing she had embroidered with gold yarn,
And for Ascanius a Trojan cloak.
‘Take what my hands worked and remember me.
Andromache, the wife of Hector, pledges
Her love this way. Receive your family’s last gifts—
You, the sole image of Astyanax
Left to me, with his hands and his expressions 
And eyes; he’d be at boyhood’s end, like you.’

Andromache, as gracious as her husband, Heaped on more gifts, in grief at our departure: Clothing she had embroidered with gold yarn, And for Ascanius a Trojan cloak. ‘Take what my hands worked and remember me. Andromache, the wife of Hector, pledges Her love this way. Receive your family’s last gifts— You, the sole image of Astyanax Left to me, with his hands and his expressions And eyes; he’d be at boyhood’s end, like you.’

im gonna Cry

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ANDROMACHE

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‘Child, how the destiny of Troy torments you!
Only Cassandra gave us such predictions.
Now I recall she often said our race
Was meant to have “the West” or “Italy.”
But who’d imagine Trojans going there?
And who believed Cassandra in those days?
Have faith in Phoebus—now he sets us right.’

‘Child, how the destiny of Troy torments you! Only Cassandra gave us such predictions. Now I recall she often said our race Was meant to have “the West” or “Italy.” But who’d imagine Trojans going there? And who believed Cassandra in those days? Have faith in Phoebus—now he sets us right.’

Okay Vergil. Okay Anchises. Okay all of you. This is so made up and fake to me

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There is a place Greeks call Hesperia,
An old land, strong in war and rich in loam.
Oenotrians lived there, whose descendants take
Their name, it’s said, from Italus the king.
This is our own home. Dardanus was born here,
And our clan’s founder, Father Iasius.
Wake! Hurry! Go with joy to your old father.
There is no question this time: he must go 170
To Italy. Jove denies you land in Crete.’

There is a place Greeks call Hesperia, An old land, strong in war and rich in loam. Oenotrians lived there, whose descendants take Their name, it’s said, from Italus the king. This is our own home. Dardanus was born here, And our clan’s founder, Father Iasius. Wake! Hurry! Go with joy to your old father. There is no question this time: he must go 170 To Italy. Jove denies you land in Crete.’

So this is maybe like? The second summer after the fall of Troy? because Troy fell in spring and then they left in summer, reached Thrace, founded a few settlements, and then the Dog Star, associated with the summer, "scorched the fields" in Crete

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Not drive a man to do? When I’d stopped quaking,
I told our leaders—first of all my father—
About the omen here and sought advice.

Not drive a man to do? When I’d stopped quaking, I told our leaders—first of all my father— About the omen here and sought advice.

oooouhhhh youre SO pious you're the very definition of pietas ooooooh. also "when i'd stopped quaking" ITS JUST POLYDOROS. IT'S NOT HIS FAULT HE GOT TURNED INTO A BLEEDING PLANT

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POLYDORORS

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And far-off
exile. Toiling to build ships 5
In Phrygian Ida’s foothills near Antandros,
We didn’t know where fate would let us settle,
But mustered men. At summer’s start my father
Urged us to spread our sails to destiny.
I set out, weeping, from my country’s shores, 10
The plains where Troy had been. I swept to exile

And far-off exile. Toiling to build ships 5 In Phrygian Ida’s foothills near Antandros, We didn’t know where fate would let us settle, But mustered men. At summer’s start my father Urged us to spread our sails to destiny. I set out, weeping, from my country’s shores, 10 The plains where Troy had been. I swept to exile

dude the switch to "i" rather than "we" here is so interesting

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my brother is making a fnaf youtube video hes gonna be a star 💜💜💜

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its tagged properly for me at least, wishing u the best 💜

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I WAS READING ABOUT THAT EARLIER TODAY CAN YOU IMAGINE BEING HECTOR AND FINALLY THINKING "THINGS MIGHT BE OKAY" ONLY TO REALIZE YOU'VE BEEN TRICKED. THE FALSE HOPE. IT KILLS ME

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Of Ceres. When we gathered there, we found
Her gone—her husband, child, friends cheated of her.
I spared no god or man in my wild curses.

Of Ceres. When we gathered there, we found Her gone—her husband, child, friends cheated of her. I spared no god or man in my wild curses.

Aeneas carefully glossing over him losing his mind is going to make ME lose my mind . Aeneas' name means terrible grief i want to see him wear it

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We saw a filmy, shining tongue of flame
Rise from his head; it licked his baby locks
And browsed around his temples harmlessly.

We saw a filmy, shining tongue of flame Rise from his head; it licked his baby locks And browsed around his temples harmlessly.

Lavinia............................................

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i find it sooooo interesting that anchises wanted to die in troy but Aeneas "three and four times blessed are those who died in Troy" Son of Anchises was like "no. not allowed. we're going." but then again at that point aeneas had cresua with him.

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i started crying and i didn't even realize it

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Perhaps you want to know how Priam died.

Perhaps you want to know how Priam died.

Oh this hit. Oh this hi.t

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Andromache, poor thing, while Troy survived,
Went through there unattended to her in-laws,
Taking Astyanax to see his grandsire.

Andromache, poor thing, while Troy survived, Went through there unattended to her in-laws, Taking Astyanax to see his grandsire.

ASTYANAX AND ANDROMACHE MENTION WAAGHGHGH

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The priest’s words and the gods’ power, felt within me,
Drove me to burning battle. The grim Furies,
The roars and shouts that rose to heaven called me.

The priest’s words and the gods’ power, felt within me, Drove me to burning battle. The grim Furies, The roars and shouts that rose to heaven called me.

SEE LAST. IM GONNA LOSE IT.

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Blindly I seized my weapons—senselessly—
But my heart burned to gather friends and rush
To some high place. Delirious rage pitched me
Ahead: how beautiful to die in battle!

Blindly I seized my weapons—senselessly— But my heart burned to gather friends and rush To some high place. Delirious rage pitched me Ahead: how beautiful to die in battle!

 An immense terror shattered his sleep, and sweat, pouring
from his whole body drenched flesh and bone.
Frantic, he shouted for weapons, looked for weapons by the bedside,
and through the palace: desire for the sword raged in him,
and the accursed madness of war, anger above all:

An immense terror shattered his sleep, and sweat, pouring from his whole body drenched flesh and bone. Frantic, he shouted for weapons, looked for weapons by the bedside, and through the palace: desire for the sword raged in him, and the accursed madness of war, anger above all:

Do you not see the parallels, or contemplate the past? (lyrics via Turnus by the Pajammas)

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Troy falls. Our country, Priam—gone. If my hand
Could have defended Troy, you would be safe.

Troy falls. Our country, Priam—gone. If my hand Could have defended Troy, you would be safe.

(Hector speaking) Imgoing to start crying actually.

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Cassandra spoke then, echoing the future.
But by the gods’ will, Troy could never hear her.

Cassandra spoke then, echoing the future. But by the gods’ will, Troy could never hear her.

DID THE CURSE LIFT AFTER SHE DIED??? THATS HORRIBLE

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Something Something the horrible death of Laocoön convincing the Trojans to bring in the Horse . Aren't snakes apollo's domain anyways . apollo super loves the trojans Why is this happening

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Black text on white background that reads: 
The tears that he contrived did what Achilles
And Diomedes and ten years of war
And a thousand ships could not: they brought us down.

Black text on white background that reads: The tears that he contrived did what Achilles And Diomedes and ten years of war And a thousand ships could not: they brought us down.

Thinking about that one line in Paris the Musical that's like "If Paris represents the Trojans then Troy is a nation of grinning fools"

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Had heaven willed it, had we all been sane,
We would have followed, shattering the Greek lair;
Priam’s high citadel would still be standing.

Had heaven willed it, had we all been sane, We would have followed, shattering the Greek lair; Priam’s high citadel would still be standing.

Interesting way of self-blame in a group setting. Very pre-Carthage Aeneas.

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Black text on a white background saying 
"The whole of Troy broke free of its long mourning.
We poured out through the open gates, delighted"

Black text on a white background saying "The whole of Troy broke free of its long mourning. We poured out through the open gates, delighted"

dude this fucks me up so BAD Troy for one day thought that they were free of war after TEN YEARS and then they were slaughtered (2.26-27)

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