#des mots

[damagedsouul]

#citations #auteur #motsdamour #quotes #littéraire #citation française #citation livre #livreaddict #love quotes #phrases #litterature française #mots français #écrivain #des mots #écriture #poètes sur tumblr #littérature #citations d’amour #des mots français #soundcloud

[edgarmoser]

des mots pour...le cerveau

#des mots #le cerveau

[coqueliccot]

Mi-septembre, je me réveille au bruit de la pluie. L'automne apporte avec lui le froid et l'humidité. L'angoisse me met des larmes aux yeux, un changement de rythme, une mise à l'épreuve, je frissonne désorientée.

Je dors tellement mieux ces jours-ci à croire que tout va pour le mieux. À vrai dire, je souhaite que la nuit soit plus longue, que le soleil ne se lève pas. Elle ne me parle plus, plus de deux semaines d'exil. C'est lourd et suffocant. Je me retrouve dans une situation délicate, je n'ai pas assez de patience pour me taire ni assez d'éloquence et de sang froid pour m'exprimer. Je suis vexée, blessée, mais en même temps, je me sens mal et coupable. Suis-je si insupportable qu'on m'évite et qu'on trouve du confort en mon absence, l'idée de mon départ est elle si réconfortante. Je sens que je vaux mieux que ça, que je pourrais plaider ma cause si je trouvais les mots, mais on a déjà une mauvaise image de moi, mes actes et mes dires sont interprétés dans le pire des sens et à chaque tentative d'y remédier, je creuse sous mes pieds. Il n'y a rien de plus frustrant que d'être mal comprise, je vis avec eux, ils pensent me connaître, mais ils ont tort et ils ne le réalisent pas, mes pensées, mes intentions, mes sentiments, tout est déformé et perçu de façon tordue, ils projettent sur moi un être que je ne suis pas, qui ne me va pas.

Il faut vieillir pour être sage, c'est de ce fait que mon sentiment est tu à peine écouté. Pourtant, je connus mon père, et il n'a rien eu de sage. Avec l'âge vient une rigidité du jugement, un esprit renfermé et un aveuglement face à ses propres erreurs et défauts. Comme du verre qui, chaud, se courbe et s'étire à volonté, mais une fois refroidit, se fige, indéformable au risque de se briser en mille morceaux. Ma peine est donc illégitime, et mes émotions banalisées en caprices. Le plus je rejoue toutes ces scènes, le plus, je me sens misérable et humiliée, j'ai encore le goût de l'injustice amer sur la langue. Elle a tendance à s'emporter et ma résistance ne fait qu'aggraver les choses. Prête à nous brûler toutes les deux dans le feu de sa rage, elle alimente ses propres flammes. Je n'ai pas la douceur et la froideur nécessaire pour y faire face, je crie à mon tour. Mais où mène tout ça ? Nulle part. Il tourne et il tourne pour revenir au point de départ. Une terre infertile où rien ne pousse, une averse sur des dunes de sable, rien ne se crée et tout se perd. Et de la noirceur abyssale de la rancœur, le diable rit et son rire résonne jusqu’à mes oreilles.

#september #septembre #french writing #french #francais #français #des mots #littérature #litterature #ecriture #ecrire #mes ecrits #texte français #texte libre #automne #autumn #pluie #froid #angoisse #melancolie #frissons #text post #citation #journale #pensées #cold #fall #shivers #lettre #writing

[plumedepoete]

Le vieux poème.- Alain Salvador

Le vieux poème.- Alain Salvador

  J’ai retrouvé un vieux poème Quelques mots que tout enfant sème Sur une feuille de papier Orné d’un dessin colorié – Je parlais déjà d’une femme Peut-être était-ce vous Madame Quand on est gamin l’idéal S’écrit dans un petit journal – Je n’osais ces mots “je vous aime Du crépuscule au matin blême” À la place était une fleur Une flèche au milieu d’un cœur – Aujourd’hui quand je vous admire Avec…

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#Des mots #Madame #poème #vieux

[hedgehog-moss]

If you ever think you're petty, remember that when the French royal family was imprisoned in the Temple's tower during the Revolution (in 1792), the antechamber to King Louis XVI's bedroom was decorated with a wallpaper that "represented the inside of a prison cell", and on that wall, in a blue-white-red (revolutionary colours) frame, there was a copy of the Declaration of the Rights of Man and Citizen "written in very large print"

(from the Journal of Cléry, the King's last footman)

#il ne mentionne pas si le mot ''cheh'' figurait également en taille de police 72 sur le mur mais c'est fort probable #(i'm not becoming a french revolution blog i'm just finishing my little stash of books on the subject!)

[svtskneecaps]

oh good news for those of us who only saw the english version of the french union call for testimony, or who don't speak french:

when in english they said quackity "half-heartedly" acknowledged things, in the french version the word they used was "demi-mot". having consulted a few dictionaries i THINK it's not a direct translation or at least not a wholly accurate one. from what i'm seeing, "reconnaître à demi-mot" roughly means "to admit indirectly". translation of "demi-mot" directly seems to be something like "implicitly" or "without spelling things out".

i've linked the sources where i found the translations for any english speakers who want to double check and please, any native french speaker who disagrees PLEASE tell me if you have a different translation than was provided, or have insight on the connotation!!

"half-heartedly" implies a lack of personal or emotional investment which i think got a lot of us on the defensive (certainly raised my eyebrow) but i think that's just an imperfect translation. from what i'm seeing, 'demi-mot' doesn't have those same connotations.

(incidentally, putting 'reconnaître à demi-mot' into google translate does produce 'to acknowledge half-heartedly'; no shade, to be clear, considering they're a FRENCH union i wouldn't blame them if they had to use online translation tools, and 'demi-mot' is hard to translate, at least for me)

both english and french versions of the call are linked in this post

ADDITION FROM THE REPLIES:

@selemina : "French speaker here, you are very right! In this context, it could mean "he recognized, without saying so explicitly [...]". Or it is a notion of not enough being said on a subject. There is a layer of secrecy to something said 'à demi-mot', which often implies dishonesty. Applied to this context, I think the union is suspicious of Quackity's latest declaration (probably from seeing many dishonest people in charge before) but still reporting the facts." (THANK YOU!!)

#qsmp #qsmp discourse #merci à mon prof; j'ai fait beaucoup de traduction #je suis prête à trouver des mots difficiles >:) #je ne peux pas parler français mais je peux traduire des mots individuels #sorry francophones lol #sept ans mais je ne sais rien mdr #i thought about asking for correction by french speakers in french but then the phrasing got too complicated and i chickened out #i would be SO EMBARRASSED IF I FUCKED UP #i know native french exist on this website now ;w; ça me fait peur #this post is a mess i'm so nervous to post this lmfao

[u3pxx]

a poll of the other skills that i've been thinking about recently... 2! i also did a part 1 of this! :^D in case you wanna see the other doodles too lol. electrochemistry won shoutout to all you speedfreaks out there pftt

if you're not into disco elysium and don't know what any of these fuckers do, pls choose which silly word calls out to you or which of these doodles u like the best ASKSKS whatever pftt <33

also: slowly chipping away at drawing all of them too! just thought it'd be neat to arrange them all like this :^P

#disco elysium #de skills #sunnysidepolls #sunnysidedoodles #at first i thot that psych was gonna be my fave section skills but its starting to look like that mot is about to steal me away LOL #i think half light and pain threshold are my fave doodles of this bunch #sunnysidedisco

[moncoeurestatoimonamour]

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#villard de lans #massif du vercors #vercors #photographers on tumblr #naturecore #france #nature #un beau matin #neige #snow #la vie est belle #montagne #mountains #nature photographer #je te laisserai des mots #original photography on tumblr #original photographers #original photography blog #photo on tumblr #nature photography #nature colors

[unfocused-overwriter]

#personnellement je trouve que membre marche dans tous les contextes #verge et queue sont plus rigolos mais peuvent aussi très bien passer #en vrai j'ai pas trouvé de vanne pour queue c'est comme membre c'est passe-partout juste en un peu plus salace #ah et ''verge'' est le meilleur équivalent de ''prick'' c'est mon dernier mot Jean Pierre #french side of tumblr #upthebaguette #pardon my french

[damagedsouul]

#citations #auteur #motsdamour #quotes #littéraire #citation française #citation livre #livreaddict #love quotes #phrases #litterature française #mots français #écrivain #des mots #écriture #poètes sur tumblr #littérature #citations d’amour #des mots français #soundcloud #life quotes #song quotes #quoteoftheday #movies #poets on poetry #dead poets society

[redtattoo]

The postcard Harry didn’t find.

#redtattooart #art #digital art #jily #james potter #lily evans #harry potter #je te laisserai des mots

[uncafeconletrass]

#frases #realidad #frases de la vida #frases positivas #vida #motivación #reflexiones #verdades #reflexión #palabras #textos bonitos #textos #citas motivadoras #motivacion #mot

[plumedepoete]

Quelques mots. Alain Salvador

Quelques mots. Alain Salvador

  Je vous envoie ces quelques mots Comme une offrande, un ciel nouveau Je vous les tends dans un sourire Avec l’espoir de vous séduire Acceptez-les Oh s’il vous plaît – Sur un vélin taché de sang Mon cœur monté en premier rang Écrit dans un simple poème “Sachez Madame que je vous aime” Lisez-le bien Oh s’il vous plaît – À l’assaut de votre bonheur Avec mes vers et une fleur Laissez-moi plonger…

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#Des mots

[shoyoist]

— 𝟏𝟏:𝟒𝟐 𝐏𝐌 : ryuguji ken.

“ken,” you hum softly, laid ontop of draken with your chests pressed to eachother, as you admire how his features are outlined in the city lights that flicker outside your window. the onyx strands of his long hair are fanned across the pillow, and you carress the soft, dark locks, as you repeat his name. “ken.”

“mhm?” he answers, voice hoarse with sleep. his eyes open up in slits, not yet completely asleep — still having some energy left to listen to whatever you’re about to say.

you smile a little at how relaxed he is; a result of how you’d pushed him onto the bed on his stomach as soon as he was out of the shower, and kneaded all the tension and stiffness out of his muscles with your hands — pressing kisses to his skin and feeling him shiver under you as you worked on him, doing your best to help him unwind.

“how were you even single,” you murmur, bringing your hands up and cupping his cheeks in them, strong jaw hard against the heels of your palms. he looks so sweet, eyes barely open as they meet yours. “when we met? you’re way too handsome to be single.”

there’s a little pause after your question — a silence, in which draken contemplates an answer, tries to pick one to give you.

there are many answers he could give, most of them bluntly truthful and painful to face, and when you realize that fact (because you know, you know the things he’s been through. he’s told you.) you feel a hint of guilt—

but before it can spread, before it can envelope you along with the silence and cause you to pull away or apologize, he smiles.

draken smiles, lets out a breathy little chuckle, and his lips move just a little when he murmurs softly, “probably ‘cause fate wanted to lead me straight to you.”

you lay still for a second, still draped over his chest — and after a blink, you regain composure, too. grinning, you lean closer, and gently bump your nose with his. “that’s cheesy, ken. didn’t know you were a cliche.”

“only for you,” he exhales, reaching out slowly, muscled arm wrapping across your back as he grips you by the nape and pulls you in for a kiss. “’m a cliche, and a sap, and everything in between. for you.”

“really?” you push, kissing him back. “name some things you’d do for me, then. since you’re such a sap for me.” he groans against your lips, body still slack and relaxed, but when you pull back and tap him on the temple, asserting your need for his answer, he opens his eyes wider. 

“alright, alright.” he mumbles. “let me think.”

honestly, you don’t need draken to list down things he would do for you — because during the years you’ve been together, you’ve seen enough of his gestures of love and affection for you.

this house itself, with its cozy living room, clean bathroom and full kitchen— was a token, of all the effort you and draken have both put into your love for eachother.

the very bed you both are laying on right now, built up by draken’s two hands, sheeted and blanketed by yours — a fine omen to your shared devotion to one another.

but it’s nice to hear it, anyway. draken clears his throat, opens his mouth, and you listen eagerly, eyes sparkling expectantly.

“i would …” he begins, frowning as he thinks. “make my own brand of engine, one day. it would work smoothly, run fast and steady, and never break down. if it did, then it would be easy and quick to fix.”

huh? “what does that—” you begin, but draken shushes you, brings an index finger to your lips and tells you, hold on, baby. so you close your mouth and keep listening.

“it would be everything good,” he says. “and nothing bad that can’t be easily understood and fixed.”

“uh huh,” you lay your chin on his chest, watching as he pauses to think clearly through the sleep that’s clouding his mind. “and … it would last long. forever. or as long as forever is, for you.”

“is that possible?” you muse, and he shrugs his shoulders, lashes fluttering as he tries to stay awake for you. “i’m just thinking of— of an engine that would run like you and me.”

there’s a moment of quiet, before it hits you — before what he’s trying to say makes sense, and you cant help the way you sit up, knees straddling his sides as you straighten up and burst out laughing. “god, ken! have you always been like this? so cheesy?”

“shut it, it’s late.” draken scowls, pushing you back and sitting up, and the headboard creaks as he uses it to support himself. when he shushes you again, you put a hand over your mouth and giggle — and he can’t help but laugh with you, because you’re so fucking cute when you’re happy, when you’re giggling at him; what else is he supposed to do?

shifting your position and taking your rightful seat in his lap, you place your hands on his shoulders, warming your hands by rubbing gentle circles across them before you cup his face in them again. “mm, so you would build an engine that runs smooth, easy and lasts forever. just like our love?”

“yeah,” he grunts, eyes heavy, but still looking gently at you with them. “and i’d name it after you.”

“no way,” you pinch his cheeks, leaning close so you can give him a peck on the lips. “you’d name it after me?”

“i just said i would, baby.” he hums, tilting his face a little as he kisses you back. “are you even listening?”

maybe you’re not listening, you think — because in that moment, the lights coming through your window flicker; maybe a car passed the street, or a late night bus. and as the lights blink, so does the glimmer in draken’s eyes, and the soft indigo hues that paint the slants of his face and neck.

and fuck, he’s so beautiful, you could lose your mind. “would you … change D & D MOTORS to my name, if i asked?”

“no,” he scoffs. “inui would riot.”

“he wouldnt,” you pout, tangling your arms around his neck and pressing yourself to his chest, resting your head on his shoulder. you faintly feel his heart beating, as your chests touch, and a tender warmth fills you as you listen to the pulse. “he’s nice.”

“hmph,” he mocks, hugging you to him and sliding his fingers in your hair. a pleasant shiver runs through your body as he scratches your scalp, and you hum in satisfaction.

outside, the night is cold — it’s warm with your bodies so close together, draken’s big, muscled form providing you all the heat you need; but you would have to get some blankets before you actually settle down to sleep.

“and what would you do?” he asks, before you can think of climbing off him to go get the extra blankets. his voice is even softer now, feeling drowsy again, with how comfortable you feel on him. “for me, since you love me so much.”

“hmm,” you hum, turning your head up and locking eyes with him again, as he looks down at you. you lift your hand, and drag a finger down the slope of his nose, and tap his lips. “i would … stay with you.”

“what does that mean? he asks, and you press a kiss to his collarbone, before you continue. "i would stay with you. simple as that. i’ll stay with you, ken. i’ll stay, and i’ll love you. i’ll be here, when you wake up in the morning. be here, when you fall asleep at night. i’ll … be the love you store in that engine you’ll make.”

he stares, gaze focused, as you whisper. “i’ll love you forever. and i’ll stay with you forever. as long as forever is, for you.”

there’s another silence, before draken nudges you up, and when you sit up, he places his hands around your waist, and pulls you close. kissing you softly, gently, he sighs, just a hint of amusement hiding under his sleepy tone. “look who’s the cliche now.”

and you don’t miss a beat, with your answer. “a cliche, and a sap, and everything in between. all for you, ken.”

#☆༉ rekha™ #☆༉ dulciloqui. #♡ je te laisserai des mots — patrick watson. #draken x reader #ryuguji ken x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #draken fluff #tr fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #ryuguji ken fluff #tr headcanons #tokyo revengers headcanons #draken headcanons #draken drabbles #tokyo revengers drabbles

[vhscorp]

Deux âmes-sœurs ne se rencontrent jamais par hasard, nécessairement elles se sont perçues, senties, devinées, reconnues et ont su se retrouver, par-delà la distance, les mots et les regards…

V. H. SCORP

#âmes-sœurs #pas #de #hasard #senties #perçues #devinées #reconnues #mots #distance #regards #citation #v.h.scorp #06/12/2023

[loquesemeocurraescribo]

Ven, bailemos por última vez al son de la luna, mientras la canción 'Je te laisserai des mots' de Patrick Watson suena de fondo, y yo cierro mis ojos acercándome a tu pecho, ambos con las manos entrelazadas, deseando que ese momento no tenga final.

Loquesemeocurraescribo

#loquesemeocurraescribo #citas #notas #escritos #escrituras #tristeza #frases #pensamientos #en tu orbita #je te laisserai des mots #Patrick Watson #escritores en tumblr #tumblr #música #canciones