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Thomas Merton, Thoughts in Solitude
Never seen a night so calm,
I look at you. Your tears fall in silence.
Your gaze goes through my heart like a long needle. I reminisce the beginnings;
We hurt each other, with no words.
We can still hear the fireflies.
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ਐਨੀ ਸਕੂਨ ਭਰੀ ਰਾਤ ਕਦੇ ਨਹੀਂ ਵੇਖੀ ।
ਮੈਂ ਤੈਨੂੰ ਵੇਖਦਾ ਹਾਂ। ਤੇਰੇ ਹੰਝੂ ਚੁੱਪ-ਚੁਪੀਤੇ ਡਿੱਗਦੇ ਨੇ ।
ਤੇਰੀ ਨਿਗਾਹ ਮੇਰੇ ਦਿਲ ਥਾਣੀਂ ਇੱਕ ਲੰਬੀ ਸੁਈ ਵਾਂਗੂੰ ਲ਼ੰਘਦੀ ਐ;
ਮੈਂ ਸ਼ੁਰੂਆਤੀ ਦਿਨਾਂ ਦੇ ਖਿਆਲਾਂ ‘ਚ ਖ਼ੋ ਜਾਂਦਾ ਹਾਂ।
ਆਪਾਂ ਦੋਵੇਂ ਇੱਕ ਦੂਜੇ ਨੂੰ ਖ਼ਾਮੋਸ਼ ਰਹਿਕੇ ਜ਼ਖ਼ਮੀ ਕਰਦੇ ਹਾਂ ।
ਪਿੱਛੇ ਹਜੇ ਵੀ ਜੁਗਨੂੰ ਸੁਣਾਈ ਦੇ ਰਹੇ ਨੇ ।
Passent les jours blancs
Le fossé est immense
Entre nous
- Mathilde Fauve
Merci Adèle Haenel
Je voudrais remercier Adèle Haenel pour avoir dénoncé les agissements pédophiles de Christophe Ruggia à son encontre lorsqu'elle était âgée de 12 à 14 ans.
Je voudrais la remercier de nous livrer avec une incroyable sincérité son parcours de reconstruction personnel, ses réflexions, et le rôle des rencontres qui lui ont permis de survivre et de se transformer en la personne qu'elle est aujourd'hui.
Je voudrais la remercier pour la force de son espoir, de son humanisme, et de sa volonté de changer la société en quelque chose de meilleur, en un tissu de relations qui a du sens pour chacune et chacun de ses membres, et non une société dont le pouvoir de maîtriser le récit collectif appartient uniquement à la classe dominante des hommes cisgenres hétérosexuels, pour son profit exclusif, au détriment de toutes les autres catégories de personnes (femmes, lesbiennes, gays, asexuel.les, personnes trans, queer, etc) dont le témoignage est le plus souvent ignoré, humilié, bafoué, tourné en ridicule, dénigré, dénoncé, dévalorisé, ou minimisé, par les hommes, et par les femmes qui défendent le patriarcat sans même en avoir conscience.
Ces hommes qui n'ont pas conscience du mal qu'ils font aux autres, aux femmes qu'ils « aiment » (mais qu'ils aiment si mal, qu'ils « possèdent » serait le terme exact) en ne prenant pas en compte leur ressenti, leur attitude en retrait, leurs sourires gênés, et n'entendent pas le silence assourdissant qui suivent leurs discours, leurs remarques graveleuses, leurs « blagues », leurs actes de séduction imposée, leurs gestes sur nos corps qui ne veulent pas être touchés , leurs regards concupiscents, scrutateurs, jugeants, moqueurs, méprisants, indifférents, tout-puissants, dont même la tendresse est entachée de supériorité, et ne veut plus rien dire ! Merci à Adèle Haenel pour la lettre qu’elle a écrite à son père et qu’elle a bien voulu partager avec nous, des inconnu.es, pour nous permettre de prendre de la force et de reprendre espoir en des relations entre les femmes et les hommes, entre adultes et enfants, plus respectueuses, plus égalitaires, plus sincères, y compris au sein de nos propres familles.
En cette période de Noël, propice aux rassemblements familiaux, j’ai l’espoir que son intervention me permettra de dire tout ce qui me pèse dans mes relations avec mes parents, non pour couper le dialogue, mais pour être entendue, et, si possible, nous réconcilier au-delà du mal qu’on a pu se faire, malgré notre amour.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFRPci2wK2Y&t=26s
When Jesus went up on the mountain alone, to pray and meditate, do you think He was ever interrupted by rich Roman tourists, who, having ridden sedan chairs all the way up, stood right next to Him, and loudly told each other to "look at all the rocks"?
Tumblr just censored one of my Sam and Max art pieces even though it’s just a silly joke. Pretty sure Sam and Max themselves wouldn’t be too happy about a situation like this either. They’d probably do unspeakable things to the narc that did it in the first place.
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朝の静寂
Silence of the morning
不忘山の裾野に広がる長老湖。風の穏やかな日は、湖面に美しい不忘山の姿が映し出されます。
澄み切った空気を吸い込むと、ひんやり身体に流れ込んで気持ちがいいです。
Lake Tyourou at the foot of Mt.Fubou. On a calm windy day, a beautiful image of the Mt. Fubou is projected on the surface of the lake. When I breathe in clear air, it flows into my body and feels good.
まだ緑を多く残しつつも、落ち葉で秋色に染まった道をゆっくり歩きます。
リュックの鈴の音と、落ち葉を踏みしめた時の葉音だけが、遠くに広がって湖に吸い込まれて消えていきます。
It still leaves a lot of greenery, but the road is dyed autumn color with fallen leaves. Only the sound of the rucksack bell and the leaves trampling on the fallen leaves spread far away.
素敵なテーブルクロスをまとった木のテーブル。
こんなところで、音楽を聴きながらのんびりコーヒーでも飲めたら最高です♪
A wooden table covered with a nice tablecloth. It would be great if I could drink coffee leisurely in a place like this♪
美しい景色と静寂に包まれて、心穏やかになる朝のひと時でした♪
It was a pleasant morning ,surrounded by beautiful silence♪
2020/10/03
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)
There is no calm inside me, no serenity no silence.
Gabriel Gadfly, “Teething.” (via wordsnquotes)
Silence
You don't know what battles I am fighting
You don't know the ones I am winning and losing
You don't know if my breakfast is sweet or bitter
You don't know if I am returning to a bed of flowers or nails
You don't know if I am having nightmares
You don't know if my mornings are even fair
You just know I speak less
You don't know that each of my actions are shouting ahead
You don't know enough because I am not willing to tell
You don't know enough because you are not the risk I am willing to take
I am an introvert, you think I like playing safe
But you don't know even privacy is like a fire play
-Daily affirmations-
I'm a puppy 🐕
I'm a kitty 🐈
I'm a critter 🦠
I am nothing 🕳️
I am everything 🌌
I'm a machine ⚙️
I'm normal :]
Silence
Summary: Bucky hated the silence for how much it would hurt him, until you came along and changed everything.
Pairing: Bucky barnes x reader.
Warning: none just a lot of fluff.
A/n: hi I'm very new to the tumblr world,so if you read this and like it or think there's something missing please let me know any help is appreciated, i hope you like this!
Silence is a label, a cover for the smaller, more intimate details of life, Bucky has endured his fair share of silence. He didn't cherish it, within the loud noises of gun firing and the screams of the people who fell victim to him, just a puppet, he hid. In those moments when his heart thrumed and beated wildly in his chest, the screams so loud they gave way to nothingness, the silence of electricity rushing through his brain, the silence ripping at the last pieces of who he used to be, the realization that he was losing all he had by the minute and he could do nothing, silence. He hated it.
Well until you came along.
You with your sweet ringing laughter and the mischievous glint in it that he found himself chasing. It was there that day when he met you, the carefree giggles that filled the air and lit him up from the inside out, it knocked the breath out of him, legs moving without thought and then he found himself standing right in front of you. You standing behind the counter with your friend laughing together, it was then that he realized that it wasn't loud at all, anyone standing a few feet away from the diner would have never even heard it, but he wasn't anyone.
He frequented that diner from then on, sometimes he could feel your eyes lingering on him, or hear your friend whisper teasingly to you, the light blush dusting your cheeks was proof enough, but he stopped himself from going further. This was too good to be true, that light that surrounded you, it was too good to be tainted just like that, he brought trouble along with him, he would never let you hurt because of him, he would make sure of it.
It took him seeing you deal with a bad customer to stop wallowing alone in his sadness and pent up affection for you. He hadn't spared a single thought before he went up and put the guy in his place, it wasn't very hard either. It had earned him a grateful smile, he knew that he'd take down worse just to keep you smiling. You'd taken a chance then and sat with him in his seat despite the risk of your boss seeing and it had nothing to with him defending her honor.
Just one taste and he was back for more, like a moth to your flame, only it warmed him up better than the best cup of cocoa and a loving hug, he'd come again just to have you sit across sneakily and talk for however much time you could,he asked you out soon.
It had been a steady ride since, sometimes he found it hard to believe that someone so brilliant and amazing as you could ever love someone like him, it's been two summers since he'd met and concluded that you were everything he'd ever need.
You both had problems of your own, struggles and pain and regrets and fears but you endured them together. Bucky couldn't find it within him to forgive his own self for the atrocities he'd committed under other's control, he didn't think he deserved it either, sometimes regret and resentment over power the best of love but they'd rode that wave together as well. He worked hard to turn his thoughts around and tried to learn how to love himself.
And then somewhere along the way he started loving the silence too.
The silence of when he'd wrap himself around you, feel you cradle his face against your chest, whisper sweet reassuring words and chase away his fears away, when you would sit together in the dead of the night and rock together with nothing but the sound of two hearts beating together to fill the space. When he didn't need to explain why he needed to feel you close, for him to feel secure in your arms, because you just knew.
The silence that filled the air as you wiped away at the blood that covered him in places, his and others. The concerned scolding giving way to loving care when you take care of him, stitch his wounded arm up like you had his heart and you didn't need words to tell the other how scared you were of ever losing this, of expressing the common knowledge that there was no one, no one that could fill both of your hearts like the other does.
The silence that filled the air when he pressed wet cloths to your head and the one when he fed you the soup he'd learnt from his ma, when he carried you around in his arms so you couldn't exhaust yourself and pressed soft kisses to your face, when he'd run and get just about anything you needed without a single complaint.
The one that surrounded you when you'd sit with his head in your lap on that checkered red picnic blanket under the shade, eating the food you both spent the early hours making, excitedly finding spots to chase that very silence, to see the gorgeous sun and to feel the breeze rustling and tickling you with it,
Under the moonlight, laying in each other's arms. The calmness that surrounds after a night of soft embraces, affectionate smiles and love oozing with every action you take. To love together and feel it in its peaks together. The sheen of sweat that covers your bodies and the exhausted an blissed out smiles that stretch on your face as you agree to take in the moment for what it is.
The silence around you when you work together in harmony, under the golden light when you work perfectly to cook meals, for yourself and sometimes to share with the other people you'd opened your heart to and the ones you lived in. The calm before the carefree conversation and laughter would fill the air, when you'd stand together and watch, contented with the result of the work you'd put in.
The silent moments when you two sat together watching the rain pelt on the window, while he prepared to express the absolute love he'd been harboring for three summers now, the softness of the moment before it overflowed inevitably with happy tears and hammering heart beats.
The silence before the announcement, the final moment before you were his for everyone to know. He knew he belonged to you the moment he saw you. The soft single, moment before it all changed, before they gathered to experience something none of them had before.
Bucky fell in love with the silence just as well as he'd fallen for the sound. Silence that covered the lifetime of small moments full of love that the two of you were promised to have.
I wonder if you know
I wonder if you know which song is about you, which letter is written for you, which smile comes from you, which gift under the millions were from me.
Wait no— you don’t actually pay attention. Because last time I asked how you liked the gift I sent you, you forgot it was from me. So, I stopped asking.
So, I stopped texting, stopped calling. and there was silence without your laughter. Laughs that weren't meant for me.
I didn’t tell you everything.
Not because I didn’t want to… but because I wanted to see if you’d come find it on your own.
Some feelings don’t need words — just sensitivity.
I like when someone doesn’t just read my words…
but also my silence.
Yes, I may flirt…
but I have depths that pull you in without warning.
Try me — if you dare.
Coffee, a good book, comfortable silence with my moon, absolutely a perfect way to spend a post Christmas Saturday.
I think it's quite pitiful, when you get tired of hearing your own voice. When you are tired, so tired, that you embrace the silence... ☆☆☆
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Looking towards Lisbon
Nearer my god to thee
Existing by night, denied to the light, never to die.