#enjoying nature

[louis-antoine-leon-saint-just]

@camijust

Such a sweet and refreshing question, citizen!

Let's see... Unlike what some might think, I prefer simple flowers, like the ones that grow in the fields and trees around my house in Blérancourt. I must admit I have a soft spot for poppies. I believe this is why I knowingly altered Titus Livius' story and directed my adolescent ire towards those poor ferns instead.

There aren't many blue flowers, I think. (My favorite color is blue. I used to like red too before... before I see too much of it, let's say. It's still beautiful in flowers though. Flowers are pure and innocent...) There's the cornflower though. In the fields between Varennes and Valmy the blue cornflowers and the red poppies bloom with the white chamomile:

Isn't it poignantly beautiful? Sublime, even. I must say, these meadows have been sufficiently watered with blood for many centuries to come. May they humbly accept simple rainwater from now on.

OOC note: I swear this was going to be simple and normal... but of course it led to researching the flowers that grow in Aisne, and reflecting on the Livy anecdote and why he might have used ferns instead even though poppies are in bloom then (were there none? or was it a choice?), and ended with melancholic ramblings on the bleuet (cornflower), which is the equivalent in France to the poppy in the Commonwealth, because I found this beautiful picture on this page, and saw what region this page was about, l'Argonne i.e. these flowers grow right in the region where so many died during so many wars... The symbolism was too powerful - flowers, dead soldiers, La Marseillaise, Saint-Just just took over the keyboard. He had to make it sad again. He can't help it.

ETA: So fate played a very funny trick on me. It turns out that the flowers that grow around his house... are roses. And it is SO like Saint-Just to hide it behind "oh you know, just simple flowers growing around my house" and not say the truth except I swear I wasn't doing that this time, because I didn't check the pictures of his house in a long time. I was just picturing field and trees in general, you know, until @aedesluminis points me to that post. And this is SO FUNNY because roses ARE actually MY favorite flower, I, the real breathing living person behind this RP blog. But I don't think they would be Saint-Just. They might seem too aristocratic to him (though there are wild roses - that's what they originally were). All of this is so funny to me right now... this really feels like fate played a trick on me. Or like he does possess me after all. Who knows.

[butasslyn]

[lord-of-the-cheesecake]

Membasuh - Hindia, Rara sekar

i impromptly wrote this while listening to Membasuh, one of my fave song (please listen to it i'm begging you 🔪)

Sembari mata memandang langit yang memancarkan gradasi biru dan jingga, angin sore menghembuskan nafasnya menuju insan yang tengah bersandar di samping pohon, jauh dari pedesaan tempat ia tinggal.

Pria tersebut memejamkan matanya sejenak, menikmati momen yang sedang ia rasakan saat ini. Angin mengelus rambut hitamnya dengan manja. beberapa burung tengah berdansa bersama awan. momen ini tidak akan hadir di dunia untuk selamanya. keindahan dalam kesederhanaan yang tuhan ciptakan seharusnya diberikan kepada orang yang lebih pantas daripada bajingan seperti dia.

Seorang bajingan yang tidak mampu mensyukuri sebuah nikmat sekecil kehidupan. seorang bajingan yang ingin menemui tuhannya tanpa takdir bercampur tangan. ia ingin melakukan itu semua karena rasa muak yang menimbun dan membebani kepalanya. cukup pesat dan cukup ramai, membuat seseorang seperti nabi bisa menggila.

Namun disinilah ia sekarang, membiarkan raganya seakan menyatu dengan ibu pertiwi. oh rasanya ingin sekali memeluk semua rerumputan ini, rerumputan yang menyadari pikirannya yang ternodai tanpa iman.

Ia menemukan makna hidupnya disini, bersyukur karena tuhan masih memaafkannya.

[doll-r-t]

I wanna be a bunny so bad

[scrantonstrangler69]

#self-love

[moominchan]

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[dreamsse]

[photographerworld18]

By:Violet

[purefilly-connection]

Freedom: A State of Mind and Being

What does freedom mean to you? Freedom is a concept that transcends mere physical liberty; it’s a state of mind and being. It’s about feeling unrestricted, unbound by constraints, and being able to do what you want, when you want it. For many, freedom is found in the simple act of taking a walk, a hike, and immersing oneself in the beauty of nature. It’s about feeling connected to the world…

[louis-antoine-leon-saint-just]

The ruins of Coucy are truly breathtaking from this angle.

[batty-n-bratty]

[hinamie]

alongside someone like you

[neo--queen--serenity]

Lena losing her patience and furiously berating Gwen for potentially endangering the staff members of the OAIR is quite literally the opposite of how Elias ran the Archives.

Elias used the Archival staff—as well as his Archivist—as pawns that can be readily replaced as needed. His patron offered them minimal protections at best (the Archivist’s privileges notwithstanding), and even then, he would never actually intervene to save any of them if they were in danger, much less take precautions to protect them at their headquarters. They are used as bait, as sacrifices, as currency, as objects. The listener knows, eventually, how easily he could discard them if his plans called for it.

But Lena. This episode showed us that Lena keeps her entire organization running through keeping her subordinates hidden, safe, and unnoticed by the Externals. It’s quite clear through her conversation with Gwen that such a safety risk has never happened before.

As far as we know, Lena has successfully kept all of her employees alive, watched them come and go, bemoaned the turnover rate, and then got them to look the other way while they documented and dutifully filed the horrors.

But most impressive of all, she’s kept her real work hidden from her subordinates, and her subordinates hidden from her real work—a feat Elias had no interest or desire to accomplish.

[pnfc]

the ferb and perry friendship hour brought to you by the color blue. postscript

[stuckinapril]

One thing I’ve noticed about people in or entering their 30s is they don’t make as many compromises anymore. If someone doesn’t meet them halfway, is not up to standard, is just not where they’re needed to be, they’re just like “ok cool” and they move on from the person. Which is not to say they’re less empathetic or understanding, but more that they have learned that time is their most prized possession and they’re not willing to make massive compromises on it. They are not obsessed w the idea of fixing someone (bc the concept of fixing a person doesn’t really exist). They simply move on to someone who is up to par. I want that. I want to always move w the awareness that time is my most priceless belonging and I can never buy it back. Ever. So I have to use it wisely

[lovingluke]