Léon-Jean-Basile Perrault (1832 – 1908)

“𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝖺𝗇 𝖩𝗎𝖺𝗇 𝖬𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖢𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟦𝟦-𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖬𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖥𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗌 𝗆𝗒𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗂.

𝖠𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌-𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗌; 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗌𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗌.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖬𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖲𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗂."

sources: meteoriitta & anniecollinge 🍄‍🟫

Golden hour light

Yanyi, from Dream of the Divided Field: Poems; “The Friend”

[Text ID: “stop fighting, but I am not / fighting. I am noticing / where I don’t exist. / I should leave.”]

"How To Become An Armenian", Diana Der Hovanessian

Nikki Giovanni, from Poem (for EMA)

Ain’t that the truth 😒

The scariest thing about humans is that the evil ones pretend to be good ones so well, you can't tell who is actually a good person and who is just good at pretending to be a good person.

It’s better to be your genuine self, and have fewer of the right kinds of people in your life, than it is to surround yourself with those who only accept you as long as you conform to their idea of who you should be.

Zero Dean

this year while we all celebrate pride month and celebrate ourselves as well as those who came before us and paved the way for us to do so, we must also think of those in gaza, queer or not, who live every day under a brutal occupation and don’t have that same privilege. happy pride, and may we see a free palestine in this lifetime.