Can't help it.

Andre Rieu.

I can’t be the only 20 year old in the world to be insanely attracted to him, can I? must have a thing for older people.

Nocomplaintshere.

Aphrodite, you sly gal!

Aphrodite had a very passionate affair with Ares, the God of War. Zeus arranged a mockery marriage prior to this, between the Goddess and the ugliest God - Hephaestus. He was loyal, and true. But Aphrodite refused to be tamed by this - she had too many feeeeeels, man. Legend has it, that riddled with anger and jealousy, Hephaestus crafted a trap that he concealed within the bed of Aphrodite and Ares. After he had laid the trap, he waited until the next time the couple rendezvoused with each other, and then called down the other Gods to witness the shameful behavior of the Goddess of Love.

Van Heemskerk - 1634

Ironically, I’m posting this because I like what she’s wearing, and what she’s sitting on - not for perverted reasons.

Maybe, 90% materialistic.

10% Pervert.

I can’t deny it completely.

(Source: wrappedinlightning)

Antinous.

As in, Hadrian’s lover.

I had to upload this.

What a babe.

The Birth of Venus, by William-Adolphe Bouguereau.

1879.

This is beautiful, really.

Everything about it.

Nisus and Euryalus ^o^

So an unfamiliar Abba song came on the radio, and just because I could identify the artists, it somehow then allowed me to know all of the lyrics. I’ve never heard the song more than once in my life, and yet I sat here for three or so minutes, singing along confidently to it.

What the fuck, brain?

By the way, having Nicky Minaj stuck in your head = not cool. Not cool at all.

Jean François Champollion - One of the people responsible for the deciphering of the Rosetta Stone. He realized that hieroglyphs could portray both an idea and a sound. His somewhat rival, Dr Thomas Young, refused to believe that hieroglyphs could have an alphabetic or phonetic value.

He’s kinda handsome, huh?

“It was dark last night, and I had no idea that my room overlooked an enchanted garden, far-reaching and solitary, peopled with stately giants beneath whose tufted crowns hung rich clusters of maroon and amber dates… Yonder, between the pillared stems, rose the minaret of a very distant mosque; and here, where the garden was bounded by a wall and a windowless house, I saw a veiled lady walking on the terraced roof in the midst of a cloud of pigeons. Nothing could be more simple than the scene and its accessories; nothing at the same time more Eastern, strange and unreal.”

Amelia Edwards during her coincidental trip to Egypt due to rain.