The direct translation is “An artist dies in me”. Derived from Emperor Nero’s last words “Qualis artifex pereo” which has been debated to connotatively mean “As what kind of an artist do I perish” rather than the textbook version “The world has lost an artist in me” due to his humble use of “qualis” and the fact that he had to help build his own tomb before his death just like an ordinary “artisan/craftsman”.
As Vincent Van Gogh painted his last work “Wheatfield with Crows”, he sighed to himself deeply: “Artifex pereo... It seems that only my art will live on after my death.”
Nero's famous last words. "What an artist the world is losing in me." Can be said by pompous assholes who are too full of themselves as they die, I suppose.
Justin Bieber: *gets stabbed and is dying* No! Qualis artifex pereo!
Artificial feeling; a feeling without commitment. An emotional feeling that isn't directed to any one person.
Example:
Person 1: Can we cuddle?
Person 2: But I don't like you like that.
Person 1: Don't worry they're just artifeels
Person 2: I guess we can cuddle; as long as I'm the little spoon
Sister: This meeting was to discuss the rough draft of my essay, where we discussed the subsidiary questions I added in my rough draft. We also discussed the relationship between my main title and the real-life situations I chose to use in my essay. We discussed the structure of my essay as well, specifically the Math AOK section and how it relates to the contradiction of the title. This second meeting was particularly helpful in discussing the implications of my essay claims and how to apply the title across various areas of knowledge. There were many sections of the essay that could have been cut down in wordiness and the ways of knowing required further and more in-depth analysis.
An absolutely foolproof way to keep minors from viewing content deemed "too mature" for them to watch.
Billy: "So I was trying to watch some videos for an M rated game, and I ran into an age gate, so I put in my real birthday. SOMEHOW it managed to figure out that I am 12. CURSE YOU AGE GATE!!!"
Bill: "Fucking age gate! *quick scroll* THERE! I was born on January 1, 1904. Fuck you age gate."