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#quiet mornings
shadowsfascination · 3 months
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A quiet morning, requested by @w0lp3rtinger via the 'Shadamy mad libs' I'm doing. Hope you like it, friend! <3
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oldfarmhouse · 1 year
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begin again
found via pinterest
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cozydaysathome · 2 years
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Instagram-brittany.morian
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nought-shall-go-ill · 2 years
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(For @jilytoberfest’s Prompt 22: Quiet Mornings)
Posting early because of a busy weekend
Bathilda Bagshot may have been old, may have been “batty”, but she prided herself on her exceptional hearing, thank you very much! One didn’t write the best-selling Hogwarts history of all time by just reading after all. So, Bathilda Bagshot knew a thing or two about the auditory medium.
And those Potters, they were loud — so very, very loud.
She supposed she couldn’t blame them. They were probably used to the idea that no one else could hear. Only those with knowledge of the house could, after all. And those people were naturally very few and far between.
But, consequently, they were loud! So very very loud!
And it spoiled Bathilda’s quiet mornings. Her peaceful quiet mornings! Oh, how she had loved her quiet mornings! Revelled in them. Needed them.
And then those Potters came along!
It was mostly the baby, of course. First, the teething. Oh, the teething! Poor mite was up all night with the pain, and Mummy and Daddy did all they could, but the screams came around like clockwork with the rooster’s crow. Bathilda came over with a potion or two from time to time just to shut the poor dear up. And that poor lovely girl always cooked for her afterwards. How lovely! So very kind she was, Bathilda often thought, though exceptionally loud!
And, oh, then, of course, came the talking! The babbling! How was that baby so talkative? So loud! Of course, it was probably from his father. Lovely man, lovely lovely young man he was. Always had a cheeky tale to tell, and so helpful around the house. So charming. Still, never had Bathilda heard a voice so loud!
That wasn’t the worst of though, was it? No, this was a young couple. A young married couple. And Bathilda had been young once too. She knew what it was like! (Knew all too well from when her nephew had stayed with her too, though no excuse for his lack of silencing charms, I dare say.) And well, Lily and James… it was enough to make an old woman blush! No wonder they had that darling boy so young. They certainly had plenty of practice…
Still, everyone involved must have enjoyed themselves, as they were so. very. loud!
It was strange then when that November 1st things became so quiet. The crowds came later, of course, — the paparazzi, the tourists, the aspirant mourners — and they were loud, annoying, irritatingly loud. But that first day the morning was as quiet as a mourner’s mind.
And in that moment, she just knew.
Bathilda never enjoyed a quiet morning again. Why ever had she before? There was no life in quiet.
She’d blast her wireless, sing to the birds, tell herself a cheeky story or two, maybe get the cooking started!
Anything to keep it loud.
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lycomorpha · 1 year
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A minute's peace out by the moth-trap, from early one morning last year 🌿💚
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flower-biter · 1 year
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charleston mornings xx
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felrend · 2 years
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Dedicating this picture to my dear @boobaloof 🧡
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dopescissorscashwagon · 5 months
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Quiet mornings in Milan
📸 by Ryan Ditch @ryanditchphoto
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cameoutstruggling93 · 2 years
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Blending in to nature today 🌸🌿
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stephbirm · 2 years
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Sept 8
It is quieter, somehow,
one the light has grown blue
than the darkest sky of night.
The fridge hummms,
but the birds aren't wakeful.
The rub of my hand over
this paper resonates in the stillness.
There are three other dreaming souls
in this small home,
and two sets of yellow eyes
blinking by my feet,
and yet I am solitary.
I paused my podcast
and made my latte
and I will not wake them yet.
Let them rest,
so that I can play at reclusiveness,
for a breath or two.
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ittakesrain · 1 year
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I need to find a way to have a good day all day..🤘🏻👽🛹✨ this is the THING I’m looking for, and it’s really nothing particularly groundbreaking, but finding it will change everything 🍫🌷💕
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Getting up early so you can start slow is the best way to begin the day. It sets the stage for calm productivity instead of being chronicly frantic.
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foxywaxy · 1 year
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a playlist i made for still days
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adv3nture5withm3g · 1 year
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Some Things im Grateful for in 2023 so far
It’s been an interesting start to the year, I with the course im taking in Coursera has given me a few things to think about, and it inspired the following list.  Things im grateful for in 2023 (so far); My Family Books Music Hot Apple Cider Painting Cozy days in Writing  The Quiet of a morning when no one else is awake in the household Morning Walks to Work Afternoon Walks  Time at…
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sarcastic-salem · 2 years
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Starting Woman On The Edge by Samantha M. Bailey
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sparrowsingsstories · 2 years
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I have the whole house to myself this morning and it's glorious and quiet.
Just me and the animals.
Perfection
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