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Something I love with the book yours truly is the portrayal of silence. Some silences are awkward, some are painful, but the rarest is the harmless silence you share with people you’re comfortable with.
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Evenings.
I like evenings more than I like mornings. Mornings feel like a struggle.Everybody waking up, getting ready to face the day and it’s problems. the whole world bustling with sound of people getting back into their routines.
Evenings are different. People going back home after school or their 9 - 5 jobs, leaving all of the worry behind. Even the sun takes it down a notch.
The world settles down, and breathes. The people stop rushing and slow down. My heart is at peace while we dwell in the enigmas of twilight.
Recentemente eu terminei o livro “Radio silêncio” da alice oseman, e o livro me encantou de um jeito tão maravilhoso e o melhor foi que eu não esperava isso.
O livro tem tantas sexualidades e muitas delas com o caos de não contar para as pessoas ou contar e se sentir mal por alguém saber, muito dos personagens mostra como nós adolescentes nos sentimos no ensino médio e a pressão de entrar ou escolher um curso pra fazer.
Em resumo esse livro é perfeito pra quem é estudante ou se sente sozinho
I’m always here wrapped up in the silence of the present and the chaos of the past.
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I sit on the ledge, surrounded by concrete and glass— irrelevant monoliths and irreverent designs, all inhospitable, all hostile. Featureless as the faces of the dead. Snow comes down like pale, cold stars weaving through chilly air. Flex my fingers, see my breath spiral against cold air, my heart beating steadily.
Cold metal against my skin. Heavy.
Just appreciating silence :)
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Silence
Everything slows; everything stops. The silence cuts through me. The feeling of slipping; the feeling of falling. Suddenly, everything is revealed. I don’t want to know. It looks so heavy. But, is it? What could be heavier than all this? The lies; the insecurities; the doubt. It’s already so heavy. I didn’t see it before. Now I have; in the silence. There’s nowhere to run; nowhere to hide. There it is; the truth. It’s time to unchain these shackles. I’m actually free. I never knew. But, I know now. There is beauty everywhere. It’s time I enjoyed it. There, in the silence, I finally made my decision. It’s time to live.
Жизнь иронична.
Нужно познать грусть - чтобы понять радость.
Звук - чтобы полюбить тишину.
Отсутствие - чтобы ценить присутствие.
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Life is ironic.
You need to know sadness - you need to understand joy.
Sound is to love silence.
Absence is to appreciate presence.
