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The eye of a marble statue from Herculaneum, with surviving paint. Roman before 79 AD.  

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A Byzantine Gold Collier with Emeralds, Sapphires, Amethysts and Pearls, from a workshop in Constantinople (late 6th-7th Century AD).

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Going back to sleep is so powerful im a huge fan of going back to sleep

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@lovesdaya

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my cat somehow took hundreds of selfies on my phone when i was sleeping

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the reason roman coins are round is because it is the perfect shape for a tumblr profile picture

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Cats in ancient Greek vase paintings

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nothing ever dies

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The Barren Orange Tree

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Woodcutter.

Cut my shadow from me.

Free me from the torment

of seeing myself without fruit.

Why was I born among mirrors?

The day walks in circles around me,

and the night copies me

in all its stars.

I want to live without seeing myself,

and I will dream that ants

and thistleburrs are my

leaves and my birds.

Woodcutter.

Cut my shadow from me.

Free me from the torment

of seeing myself without fruit.

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Daffodils by William Wordsworth

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I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

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Trail cam catching a deer fawn with the zoomies

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handing out weird PDFs i saved years ago and never read to the trick or treaters