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jocul cuvintelor e probabil cea mai românească emisiune posibilă. integrame live și toată lumea care se uită se crede mai deșteaptă decât concurenții? sign me the fuck up
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dk-thrive · 2 months
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Lord, give me victory, help me defeat my enemies, the skin on my body, the verge, the hours, the years.
— Nichita Stanescu, "Wheel With a Single Spoke: and Other Poems,” which was translated into English by Sean Cotter. (National Geographic Books, July 13, 2012) (via Alive on All Channels)
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comfortless · 2 months
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Call me Jesus, cause it took me almost three days to come back from the dead after you've killed me with that quote. The fact that it was in German too??? I got the book and I was looking through it before I'll start reading it in earnest, and I noticed how Kafka was signing his letters. He started nicely with his full name, and than it became shorter and shorter, just Franz or F, till he straight up switched it to Yours or YOUR F??!?! And then he was the audacity to write "now I'm even losing my name it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours." I can't do this anymore.
Imagining Konig doing something like this. He wouldn't disclose his name straight away but he would encourage you to just call him Konig, even explaining what it means and how he came up with it. You might roll your eyes cause calling himself Konig is a bit cocky and you'll be damned if you call any man king. He just laughs it off and tells you to just call him yours if you don't like his 'name'. (He's the rizzler guys.)
And then it got me thinking about Konig reading to his darling like? That's such a nice way to spend time with someone (+++ that scrumptious little bit that you wrote the other day about him relaxing after coming home.) Imagine making his man read something remotely romantic to you, especially in German. Must you do this to him? Don't you know saying things in your native language feels so much more intimate? >:( He would do it just because you batted your eyelashes and said his voice sounds so much nicer than any audio book available.
I knew I heard that song before but I didn't know where until I went into the comments and someone said it was in AHS!! The atmosphere that song creates🙏 Please accept my humble and slightly inaccurate Konig playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6zF7E91ynXnSIz8y4TQ2XG?si=cSk41EmNRriLsBQeG8Gqtg&pi=e-MIL8IEG8RpWL
To finish things nicely, I have a quote for you from Romanian poet Nichita Stănescu: "Spune-mi, dacă te-aș prinde-ntr-o zi și ți-aș săruta talpa piciorului, nu-i așa că ai șchiopăta puțin, după aceea, de teamă să nu-mi strivești sărutul?" Meaning: "Tell me, if I were to catch you one day And kiss your foot's sole, Isn't it so that you would limp slightly afterwards Out of fear of crushing my kiss?"
Yours 🕷️
that is my favorite part of the book! him giving away himself in the most subtle way: a name… aghh i could go on eternally about how special that is to me. how very König-coded it could be too, he doesn’t have a(n official) name, anyhow! Letters to Melina au where König is simply someone’s lovesick penpal or whatever…?!
of course when you agreed to correspond with this man, you never had any intention of more than bittersweet conversations. you never had any intent to meet, but each letter he sends becomes more heartfelt and heart-wrenching than the last… he regularly adds small words that hold weight: “I miss you”s and “I want to see you” between details of his work, his lonely life.
he’ll even tell you that there’s no one else has ever understood him the way that you seem to… he tells you of the small conversations he’s had with his peers, how they’ve only left him feeling empty. how he pines for you, even sends a sizable check with the hope that you might send a polaroid with your next letter. never mind the fact that when you do there’s a very apparent stain on his response.
he’s ridiculous, possibly even compares himself to Severin in Venus in Furs the way that he just worships you: his Venus. /:
and you have killed me with the thought of him curling up in bed with his love, begrudgingly reading to her in German. it’s not that you even want a translation for the words he speaks, it’s just the sound of his voice, the soft rasp as he drones out the words and the comfort of being tucked so closely to him. his hand lazily pets at your hair, glancing at you with a little grin each time he noticed the way your gaze grows shimmery and adoring… he’s stopped reading the book a long time ago, taking to only tell you in his mother tongue just how special you are to him, how he would kill and die for you. it’s not like you would know any better, anyway!
that playlist though?! Massive Attack, The Cure, Deftones, Type O, Haunt Me, etc…?! are you trying to kill me?! sooo many good songs here!! i actually have a lot of them on my own! <3 humbly offering you this and this!
also that poem?! the way you ended this message?! i am going to sob! little 🕷️, i adore you!
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balkancryptid · 2 years
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Only my life will die for me, in truth,
sometime.
Only the grass knows the taste of the earth.
In truth, only my blood misses
my heart when it leaves.
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and the more I loved you, the more
they continued, this whirl almost seen,
the structure of matter, the beginnings of things.
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My hands are in love,
alas, my mouth loves -
and see, I am suddenly aware
that things are so close to me
I can hardly walk among them
without suffering.
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I could hear his sap quicken, beating
like blood.
He could hear my blood slacken like rising sap.
I passed through him.
He passed through me.
I remained a solitary tree.
He
a solitary man.
Thoughts and feelings about this song
I have no way of crediting the artists, these are photo of paintings I took in museums over the years, the poems are from nichita stanescu.
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greathalesonfire · 6 years
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"Tell me, if I caught you one day and kissed the sole of your foot, wouldn't you limp a little then, afraid to crush my kiss?" A Poem by Nichita Stanescu (it's the only poem i like)
I love it, thank you!
Sometimes Even gets afraid. Afraid to be too brash, too loud, too bold, too quiet, too depressed, too needy. Too much.
The feeling clawing at his skin, simultaneously climbing in and climbing out.
Sometimes Isak gets afraid. Afraid he’s not smart enough, not caring enough, not affectionate enough. Not enough.
It sits low in the pit of his stomach, keeps him up at night.
Isak always know when Even’s feeling like this. He’ll cut off his words and lower his voice, bite his lip instead of smile.
Even always sees when Isak’s having these thoughts. He’ll turn sarcastic, sneers and fights for no good reason.
There’s always this: them, in bed. Curtains pulled to only reveal impressions of the outside world. Fingers gliding over bodies with no true intention beside touch. Lips meeting skin.
Even’s eyes closed as he silently cries when Isak kisses over his heart.
Isak’s head bend backward as he lets Even suck a bruise on his neck.
Hands clasped and whispered words. Eyes meeting and noses bumping.
“Do you love me?”
“Yes… yes!”
Send me a quote (from a book, movie, tv, song, poem, etc.) + one of my fandoms, and I will create something that combines the two.
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"She was beautiful like the shadow of a thought"... 😍 (Nichita Stanescu) Photo @lucianavarga . . #sleepingbeauty #styledshoot #brancastle #castelulbran #draculacastle #transylvania #weddingbrancastle #destinationweddingplanner #destinationweddingromania #wedinspo #medievaldinner #weddingabroad #marryabroad #marryoverseas #thebeautychaser #forsparklingeyesandmeltinghearts #extravagant #dinnerfortwo #elopetoromania #sayyesinromania #nuntalabran (hier: Bran Castle Official)
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dacă aș avea un bănuț pentru fiecare dată când am agățat cu faptul că eu sunt nichitastanescushitposts de pe tumblr, aș avea 2 bănuți. ceea ce nu e mult, dar e ciudat că s-a întâmplat de 2 ori
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fuck it. unoblojites your răni.
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coaie să fii transsexual în bucurești VARA e cea mai oribilă experiență
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reminder ca terfele radfemele sau cum pula mea vor sa se numeasca n-ar trebui sa RESPIRE in directia blogului meu fucking get off si get a life si nu mai dati un (1) reblog de aici. free block reminder pt restul.
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cea mai bună prietenă de 13 ani încoace stood me up on my birthday. fuck her. mbs la micul dejun.
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he's a 10 but his favourite romanian poet is eminescu she's a 10 but she still likes ana blandiana după comentariile transfobe de acum un an they're a 6 but their favorite romanian poet is nichita stănescu he's a 2 but he hates mircea eliade with his entire being they're a 4 but their favourite ciorbă is ciorba rădăuțeană
she's a 3 but she slept with busuioc under her pillow în noaptea ielelor
he's a 6 but he despises cluj-napoca
they're a 10 but they don't believe that ion creangă was dating eminescu
she's a 10 but she only wants to visit brașov for dracula's castle exclusively
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e ziua mea :D
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vreți să vă fac review la cât de lgbt friendly mi s-au părut orașele pe care le-am vizitat de-a lungul vieții?
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meniul meu de dimineață ca ex-blogger de romanian tumblr :3
cafea, ouă, zoloft :3333 >w<
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vă ofer 🤲 adevărul
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