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ragazzoarcano · 3 months

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“Ci sono pensieri che hanno i denti.

Che a pensarli fanno male.

Ci sono pensieri che cerchi di non pensare mai, perché, una volta pensati, niente è più come prima.

Ci sono pensieri che hanno i denti,

e quando li pensi cominciano a mangiarti.”

— Barbara Garlaschelli

#pensieri #denti #pensare #fare male #cercare #non pensare #Niente #come prima #cambiare #mangiare #mangiarti #mordere #frasi e citazioni #frasi tumblr #frasi #Barbara Garlaschelli

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earsplittingtrumpet · 5 months

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from Alfred's Come Prima

#come prima #comics #alfred #bande dessinée

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solocanzoninelleorecchie · 3 months

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stai nel tuo coma fin quando non ritorni come prima.

#coma #Fabri #Fibra #Fabrizio Tarducci #Turbe Giovanili #turbe in sviluppo #Ma Che Persona #Fabri Fibra #come prima #ritorni come prima

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lunamarish · 1 year

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Niente torna mai “come prima”. La vita, in questo, ha una sua indecifrabile saggezza.

larobi

#citazione #come prima #vita

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vorreisparireunpo · 2 years

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Ti vorrei, ma ti prego com'era prima.

-ULTIMO "Quella casa che avevamo in mente"

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craaac · 9 months

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Alfred

#crac #alfred #come prima

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6scar · 1 year

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Golpes Bajos - Come Prima

From A Santa Compaña (1984)

#come prima #golpes bajos #music #spanish pop #sophisti-pop #mario panzeri #tony dallara #SoundCloud

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firstfullmoon · 8 months

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Diane di Prima, “April Fool Birthday Poem for Grandpa”

#AHHHHH #the love you told us had to come or we die / talking love talking revolution which is love spelled backwards #w #poetry #diane di prima #all beautiful poetry is an act of resistance

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lalounia · 22 days

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Que m'importe si tu m'aimes moins que moi.

Moi je t'aime comme on aime qu'une fois.

#hazbin hotel #staticmoth #hazbin valentino #hazbin vox #no... I wasn't listening to love songs or anything #Come prima by Dalida #I love that song so much (the Italian version is even better)

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fiumedivita · 3 months

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The devil works hard, but Italians during the holy week work harder

#raga è la prima sera #manco un'ora di spettacolo #quinto cantante #e siamo già in top 10 a rompere agli internazionali #chi come noi #sanremo #Sanremo 2024

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doctorcanon · 5 months

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A little obsessed with the potential brotherly dynamic between The Captain and Mask. I know there are lots of other characters from the series in HW but hear me out okay?

Imagine being The Captain:

You take the strangest kid under your wing during the war. He's mostly unobtrusive. Mature for his age, quiet, but generally churlish. Can barely read (ill explain this HC one day) but fights like a demon and is clearly immensely troubled but doesn't know how to express himself.

You eventually connect over a shared burden and become rather attached to the kid. You're the only one he actually speaks to. Moreover, people have started calling you "the twins" even though he much younger than you. You teach him practical things like improving his reading, clothes mending and social graces. He teaches you about the natural world, herbalism and orienteering. You even give him a nickname "Mask" that he reluctantly answers to. But as the war wears on and the battles get harder, the boy has to rely on his masks more and more. Save for the one he calls Oni. He says its his failsafe and mentions nothing else.

Until one day, during the penultimate battle, you and your battalion are overwhelmed. Grievously injured, you call for Mask to get to safety. The next thing you remember is hearing "dont worry, captain, I'll protect you, i promise." Then flashes of a hulking demon laying waste to the battlefield with a helix shaped sword. You also remember a great and terrible silence and the sensation of being carried.

When you wake, Zelda informs you that the battle has been won but Mask along with several others, are missing. Even when the war is won and over, you search that battlefield, all surrounding areas and lists of the dead for any sign of Mask. You find nothing and eventually your duties as Captain must be seen to.

Three years later, you follow up on reports of an aberration found around the area Mask disappeared. The portal drops you unceremoniously into a Hyrule you don't recognize. You meet 8 others just like you, all named Link, each bearing the Mark of Destiny and honestly kinda sick of all this shit. The Oldest One - face heavily scarred and blind in one eye - holds your gaze for a little too long. When you ask him about it, he only apologizes awkwardly.

Needing some space during a particularly raucous night, you decide to check up on your party's resident Old Man who just so happens to be reorganizing his things. And you see it: Oni, the Fierce Deity; the War God that nearly won them the war but not the little boy who carried it.

"Where did you get this? Who gave it to you?" You ask. When he doesn't give you an answer, you insist. "That mask is one of a kind, and only one person I know had it, what happened to him."

The silence that follows is so thick, not even the Master Sword could cut it. The Old Man - Time, they call him - is taller than the rest of them, but his stature is bent by bone deep weariness. The scars on his face pull his features in different directions, the bridge of his nose is split, the remains of his empty eye socket droop painfully without his eye patch, the left corner of his mouth peel back to show more of his teeth - two of which are missing. But his remaining eye - bright, alert and unnervingly blue - pleads with him and the realization dawns on him before Time turns away, almost timid but mostly ashamed.

"He kept fighting, Captain. He kept fighting until he couldn't anymore and kept going. Until..."

You embrace him before you can stop yourself. He's just as surprised as you are. But he doesn't throw you off or scold you. Instead, he sinks into the hug with a long, shuddering sigh of relief. He's so tall now, he nearly bowls you over. Then quietly, through tears Captain can't see, he says

"I'm sorry...I thought you be disappointed." Your heart that was frantically picking up the piece just a moment ago breaks all over again. You can still hear that little boy buried in somewhere the gruff baritone you've grown accustomed to. Something bittersweet festers inside you, a melange of emotions you can't possibly unpack in this moment. But not one of them is disappointment. You pull away, taking him by the shoulders and giving him a little shake.

"You are so much more than I could've ever imagined. Whatever you've done, you survived and I couldn't be more proud."

#its like 3am #i cant sleep.#this got way out of hand.#time has way more scars in my mind #perhaps a bit more violent than Wild's #in my head i think he's already been the hero's shade and come back to life #idk im still working on it.#linked universe #time lu #lu time #hero of time #ocarina of time #lu warriors #warriors lu #hyrule warriors #legend of zelda #links meet au #fierce deity #called Oni because the form link takes is called Oni Link in the Japanese version and prima guide...

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crosmataditele · 7 months

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Il primo giorno di università la professoressa che coordinava i vari corsi di infermieristica ci ha chiesto che cosa ci avesse spinti a prendere sta strada, aggiungendo che se volevamo fare i soldi non era quella la professione giusta.

Benissimo, nessuno vuole fare soldi facili, regalati o altro. Si tratta di vivere dignitosamente con quello che guadagni. Non è il 1853, non c’è la guerra di Crimea, io non mi chiamo Florence e non sono una volontaria.

La partita iva ad un infermiere che lavora per un’azienda sanitaria 6gg su 7 da 2 anni, pagato come un dipendente, anche no.

Io non me la spiego sta voglia di espatriare. E non mi spiego come mai ci siano poche persone, ad oggi, disposte a intraprenderla sta strada. Stranamente adesso si iniziano ad assumere professionisti da America Latina, India ecc, professionisti disposti a lavorare in questo modo, professionisti che una volta capito l’andazzo useranno l’Italia come trampolino di lancio verso l’Europa.

Questo ci meritiamo!