// Love Language by SZA // Faraaz Kazi // Interview with Celine Sciamma on "Portrait of a Lady on Fire" // illicit affairs by Taylor Swift, All Too Well music video, edit by @nothinglikeamadwoman // Bad luck by Noah Kahan // Alice Oseman, "Radio Silence" // Alain de Botton, On Love // Where She Grows, "The Lovers" // Everywhere, Everything by Noah Kahan // Love Letters from WWII between Gibert Bradley and Gordon Bowsher via BBC //
This is weird, but I figured I'd ask someone who's in love and has a decent amount of friends instead of hoping for an answer from the void of Tumblr
Have you ever actually been able to guess at what someone's feeling just by looking into their eyes??? Or like, if they hiding something? Or are you just consciously/subconsciously taking in body language and facial expressions and you get good at reading all of that after knowing someone through enough experiences?
This might be a dumb question and the entire thing might be obviously a metaphor, but it's used so much and "the eyes are the window to the soul" makes it sound like you're literally reading it in someone cornea
Well. This is somewhat complicated by the fact that I’m neurodivergent. I’ve had to actively work toward the ability to read body language and understand what people are trying to communicate with facial expressions.
I probably wouldn’t have been able to as easily in my early twenties, but when you know someone well and have statted out social interactions then it’s definitely possible to read from peoples eyes.
When you love someone it gets much easier to read what they’re saying occularly, but in my experience people say more with their entire bodies rather than just their eyes. But everyone gets use some metaphors on occasion and hype up eyeball to eyeball speak.
💘 Love is in the air, and what better way to celebrate the season of love than by learning the beautiful language of Hebrew? 🥰
I'm thrilled to present to you the opening video for Valentine's Day, where we'll dive deep into the world of love phrases. And today, we're kicking it off with a classic: "How to say 'I love you' in Hebrew." ❤️
By the time you're done watching the video, you'll not only know how to say it but also how to say it with genuine emotion and heart.
So, whether you're planning a romantic gesture, want to surprise a loved one, or simply wish to embrace the beauty of expressing love in different languages, this video is your gateway to the world of love in Hebrew.
Explore the nuances of this heartfelt phrase, and let's celebrate love, language, and everything in between 📖💌💬💕
hi! what was gong zishang's pun regarding yue gongzi? is it the bit about the matchmaking god? i watched with english subtitles so subtleties are lost in translation. Thanks in advance!
Yes! The matchmaking god thing. In Chinese mythology the god of matchmaking and love is called 月老 (Yue Lao) - with the characters that mean "Moon" (月 Yue) and "Old" (老 Lao) because he's said to be an old man who lives on the moon.
So when 月公子 (Yue-gongzi) was first introduced I think Gong Zishang first calls him "Yue-gege" (Older Brother Yue) and he says something like "It's possible that I'm much older than your older brother"
Then she says "月公子 (Yue-gongzi) looks even younger than Jin Fan... how could you be old (老 lao)? If you keep insisting that you're old, then I'll have to call you 月老 (Yue Lao)"
It's just... such a dumb pun on his name and also a fantastically stupid pickup line and it made me laugh so much.
Sometimes i think about Will literally clinging to Hannibal, so hard that he's digging his nails into Hannibal's shoulders, and crying/shuddering as Hannibal is ripping him open. And Hannibal CRADLED him even as he was hurting him.
This week I swore off love and then I dreamt that I was married. That I was loved. That I built a life with so much light and tenderness - even in sleep I cannot deny my softest desires.
The poem of the day yesterday was "Opera Singer" by Ross Gay and I thought of you :D Link: poetryfoundation(.)org/poems/92017/opera-singer
ohhhhh oh oh, this is gorgeous ohhhhhhhh, i am going to.. transcribe it here bc everyone needs to see it
Opera Singer
By Ross Gay
Today my heart is so goddamned fat with grief
that I’ve begun hauling it in a wheelbarrow. No. It’s an anvil
dragging from my neck as I swim
through choppy waters swollen with the putrid corpses of hippos,
which means lurking, somewhere below, is the hungry
snout of a croc waiting to spin me into an oblivion
worse than this run-on simile, which means only to say:
I’m sad. And everyone knows what that means.
And in my sadness I’ll walk to a café,
and not see light in the trees, nor finger the bills in my pocket
as I pass the boarded houses on the block. No,
I will be slogging through the obscure country of my sadness
in all its monotone flourish, and so imagine my surprise
when my self-absorption gets usurped
by the sound of opera streaming from an open window,
and the sun peeks ever-so-slightly from behind his shawl,
and this singing is getting closer, so that I can hear the
delicately rolled r’s like a hummingbird fluttering the tongue
which means a language more beautiful than my own,
and I don’t recognize the song
though I’m jogging toward it and can hear the woman’s
breathing through the record’s imperfections and above me
two bluebirds dive and dart and a rogue mulberry branch
leaning over an abandoned lot drags itself across my face,
staining it purple and looking, now, like a mad warrior of glee
and relief I run down the street, and I forgot to mention
the fifty or so kids running behind me, some in diapers,
some barefoot, all of them winged and waving their pacifiers
and training wheels and nearly trampling me
when in a doorway I see a woman in slippers and a floral housedress
blowing in the warm breeze who is maybe seventy painting the doorway
and friends, it is not too much to say
it was heaven sailing from her mouth and all the fish in the sea
and giraffe saunter and sugar in my tea and the forgotten angles
of love and every name of the unborn and dead
from this abuelita only glancing at me
before turning back to her earnest work of brushstroke and lullaby
and because we all know the tongue’s clumsy thudding
makes of miracles anecdotes let me stop here
and tell you I said thank you.
made the most insane dinner (pan-fried salmon with bbq seasoning and crispy skin, rice & quinoa with legumes, and roasted asparagus :P) and now i'm gonna sit on my fire escape with a beer and a joint and write!
「 𝚅𝙰𝙴𝙳𝙰𝚁 𝚅𝙰𝙻𝙰𝚁𝚈𝚂: 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑪𝑯 」 You are classy, glamourous, and eye-catching. The way you carry yourself leaves others speechless and wanting to know more. You take pride in your appearance and pay extra attention to details. you're probably very in tune with your emotions and body. You know what makes you feel good and you make it known. Also, your love language is definitely physical touch. you're a hot bitch, damn.
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Nate: Let’s close the door on this and move on. Forget this thing between us ever happened.
Victoria: Do you really think that’s possible? I think what’s happening between us is happening for a reason. It’s not just out of the blue. Even if you’re not ready to admit it, you know it’s true. Those feelings, you know, they’re not-- they’re not just going to go away if we ignore them, right?
Nate: I disagree. It ends here. It has to.