#pompic

[clubpheiyngphxn]

"Pompic scene"

Hood. Lawrence Alma-Tadema 🇬🇧

1868

"The Pompeii Scene" shows the situation of Ancient Greece, which the artist scrupulously restores from the archeological excavations of the mid-19th century known to him. On the table, in the foreground, there are two gold cups, a silver statuette of Aphrodite, bread, flowers, grapes, fruits and a red-figure amphora, forming a kind of still life. The profile, hairstyle and clothes of a young woman playing the double flute go back to the figures of Phidias. In the background, two men - young and old - listen to a young woman playing a double flute. The old man falls asleep while the young man is watching the girl in an appreciative manner. Her profile, figure and clothes go back to Fidia's sculptures. Clear drawing, rich colours and impeccable manner of writing resemble ancient Greek vase painting.

[pomguitar]

I hope you all wake up exceptional. You all are important, needed and unique. 💕

[avasilvermoon]

Missing my Little Bear💔🐕 R.I.P. Regrann from @avasilvermoon - Just My Dog Author Unknown Just My Dog He's just my dog. He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He has told me more than a thousand times over that I am his reason for being -- by the way he rests against my leg, by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile, by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me). When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another person. With him, I am all powerful. He has taught me the meaning of devotion is loyalty itself. With him, I know the secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me ... whenever ... wherever ... in case I need him, and I expect I will, as I always have. Who is he? -- He's just -- MY DOG! "Little Bear" 🐾🐶❤ #missingyou #rip #ilovemydog #pomeranian #pommy #fluffydog #pets #mansbestfriend #pomeraniansofinstagram #pomoftheday #pomsofinstagram #rainbowbridge #ilovemypomeranian #pompic #pommylovers #cutedogs #loyalfriend - #regrann #throwback

[helpimstuckindreamland]

November 1st-2nd, 30 day lucid dream experiment

November 1st.-2nd 

I was on a "waterboard" at a skate park that looked like an abandoned car wash. I hung out there for a little while trying to make sense of how the waterboard worked on the skate park walls and rims. It seemed like a thin layer of water was constantly flowing on the surfaces. 

We had to wash something with liquid Albuterol. I think it was somthing similar to a car but not quite the same in how it functioned. Normally Albuterol is supposed to help you breathe, for asthmatics. We started playing around with the hose and eventually the whole room was covered in a fog of Albuterol gas. but instead of helping me breathe it was suffocating me, and I worked on trying to wave it away and find a way out of the fog. This was in the desert world I visit. The one that looks post apocalyptic, with the hotel and trailer park. Almost like ghost town Texas. I have a few friends there, they drive around in a van, a very big hispanic family that look like they've succumbed to capitalism and vanity, but not with the superiority complex. They just really seemed to like the style they wore. Very nice family, they've helped me out a lot when I was stuck at a creepy hotel (If I remember correctly I was supposed to meet A suspicious person there but it got too sketchy, that's when I met the family) I've also rode my bicycle through the neighborhoods. There's a huge contrast going from an old transformer looki g power source through a trailer park then through a very nice upper middle class neighborhood. 

Sokka (yes from the show avatar) character and I are traveling through the jungle trying to uncover a murder. He's making fun of my fear of heights and rigidity in not straying from our mission. I'm getting frustrated that he's not taking it seriously. But he's quite funny so I allowed myself a little fun. Until we drop from a vine to a puddle of water at the bottom of a cliff.

I'm under a table making playful banter with my siblings in the next room. Quietly giggling at our jokes focused on how ridiculously child like our parents were. The kids are making dinner, there's more siblings than I actually have. Some are sitting on the couch and our parents come into view a couple of times to stamp out the laughter. I'm not supposed to be there but the adults haven't noticed me under the door, you know the crack between the floor and the bottom of the door? They also didn't seem to notice the topic of our jokes.

Last dream I remember is being sent single file with a bunch of women in red robes to these locker rooms. Everyone took a seat at a mirror and laid their heads down to sleep. I was the only one awake. Or maybe I was also asleep at the mirror and looking from a third person perspective as Someone who seemed to be in charge came in and left a pad of paper with words written in blood on each of them. When they leave I get up from my spot at the mirror to explore. Out of our locker room and into another, I find "half-lings' they were like my group but not as refined. They were a bit too barbaric to be all that sophisticated, and they had suspicious intentions. I felt a warning rise in me as I realized they were hungry and they knew we were close by. I run back to our locker room and try to wake everyone up. No one is moving and I can hear the other monsters in the hall. I take pages from the blood book left behind and shoved a piece into everyone's mouths and they immediately woke up. As soon as the lesser beings came in to eat us we were ravenous and brutally murdered them all by drinking their blood. I think we were supposed to be vampires or something. But as we were drinking from them with the intention of killing- we also drank small amounts from each other to gain strength. I felt how good drinking my comrades blood felt. And the paper with the blood on it seemed to have "awakened" this thirst. It was Like taking a line of coke. a blissful relief and very vivid. 

I thought I had woken up cuz I was looking for a clock and I saw the numbers 12:44, and another set that was changing every other second. But when I had first looked at the changing numbers it was the number 1996, the year I was born. Then the year changed to a different 90s year and then an 80s year. I dont remember the specific years.

It appeared on the side of what looked to be an old computer tower on a desk in the room. I guess it's called hypno-pompic hallucinations when you think you've woken up but you haven't (I get those A LOT). Everything in the room was the same, and I knew there was a desk in the room. But then I remembered the desk was a light colored wood and not a black painted wood. And the desk was against the wrong wall. the image of the real desk was in the background of my brain as I was staring at the fake desk and that's when I knew I was still asleep. I mentally rolled my eyes.

Then I actually woke up.

[lexiconjure]

mposticotoms

plural n. [usually treated as sing.] the branch of science concerned with the properties of movement by means of displayed processes, especially through photography or transmission.

1970s: from POMPIC + Greek tomos ‘time’ + -IC.

[pomguitar]

Me and Luna vol.3? 

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Checking my contact list to see who is eligible for parole. 😈

[pomguitar]

“Whatever makes you weird is probably your greatest asset.” - Joss Whedon

[pomguitar]

No cozy image this time. Just me with 3 idiots. Good times.

[pomguitar]

You are braver than you believe and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. 💖

[pomguitar]

Being a couch potato 🥔🥔🍠

[pomguitar]

Me and Luna 🌛

[pomguitar]

Seeing a spider in my room isn’t scary. It’s scary when it disappears.