#tacere

[altri-menti]

Io ho l'abitudine di tacere quando ho troppe cose da dire e troppo di cuore.

(Guido Gozzano)

[ragazzoarcano]

“È solo quando riesce a tacere evitando discussioni inutili che mostri la tua intelligenza e la tua saggezza.”

— Vanessa Santoro

[blorb-el]

lil snippet [376 words] of tooth rotting established relationship superbat fluff set in the purring au [kryptonians purr, that’s basically all you need to know] sometime after tacere and sometime before unnamed and still unplotted sequel. its pillow talk but g rated

"Bruce," Clark murmurs. "If you don't stop doing that I'm going to start purring on you."

Bruce smiles lazily and continues to card his fingers through Clark's hair, enjoying the loose-limbed weight of his partner resting across his chest, satisfied and warm. Clark makes a muffled nmrgh sound and presses his face a little more into Bruce's body. God, he's getting nuzzled. Maybe Clark wasn't-

Oh. No, he wasn't joking. Bruce feels it before he hears it, a low, slow vibration against his torso. He continues to stroke his fingers through Clark's hair, and a slow dawn of happiness rises in his body. Clark feels so safe with him that he lets himself purr. Bruce watches Clark's shoulders relax even further after a few moments. He hadn’t even thought that was possible. The man’s practically liquid. Nothing short of the world ending could stop him continuing to be here, continuing to tease Clark’s soft hair between his fingers as Clark’s heart-warm body rumbles with contentment draped over his own. God, Bruce wishes he could purr back.

After a few minutes, Clark turns his head, resting his chin on Bruce’s chest, looking up to him languidly. The mate markings on his cheeks and forehead are glowing faintly, and a smile traces the corners of his mouth and eyes as the rumbling purr continues. Bruce diverts his hand for a moment to stroke Clark’s cheekbone with his thumb, feeling the line of greater warmth on the marking, and Clark closes his eyes. Bruce tries not to compare it to petting a dog or a cat. It’s Clark. He’s better. Although…

“Hey,” Bruce murmurs, and watches the sweep of Clark’s thick eyelashes as those unearthly blue eyes open. He slowly blinks at Clark, feeling a little like an idiot and a lot in love. Clark looks puzzled for a moment but then, his eyes brighten and he snorts, his stupid smothered laugh he doesn’t do around anyone else.

“You dorrrk,” he says. The effect is completely ruined by his sappy smile and the slight flip on the r, persisting from his rumbly purr. Bruce, unnatural contentedness lightening his whole being, grins at Clark, and Clark rolls his eyes and then slow blinks back at Bruce. “I love you too.”

[blooming-around]

«Bruciare di desiderio e tacere è la punizione più grande che possiamo infliggere a noi stessi.»

— Federico García Lorca

[foreverblondie23]

[annaaah33]

“Petreceți-vă tinerețea lângă un bărbat bun la suflet. Veți imbătrâni frumos împreună!”

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[mostro-rotto]

Ho capito che amo la notte perché è l'unico momento della giornata in cui le urla tacciono, in cui non devo provare niente a nessuno, in cui non ho vincoli. La notte, le apparenze non contano perché non si vede niente, la notte, le maschere cadono perché lo spettacolo è finito. La notte posso essere tutto e posso essere niente, ma soprattutto posso essere me..

[lady-in-blacks-blog]

Întotdeauna m-am întrebat de ce viața mea este nedreaptă cu mine?De ce nu îmi oferă un răspuns optimist şi îmi sfâșie în mod incorect realitatea.De ce am avut impresia să cred că, pot salva lucuri din viața mea, când de fapt ele erau pierdute..De ce încrederea mea oarba in oamenii este tot mai rara şi nici zâmbetul nu îmi poate oferi un răspuns?Spune-mi destine ce am făcut greșit, să mă eronezi in mod inexplicit!

[lunamarish]

Ne parlai quasi tacendo. Io sono un maestro nel parlare tacendo, ho parlato tacendo per tutta la mia vita e ho vissuto delle vere tragedie dentro me stesso tacendo.

Fëdor Dostoevskij

[serenamatroia]

[aitan]

"So tacere in ben quindici lingue, compreso lo swahili."

Groucho Marx

[ragazzoarcano]

“Quando sento

che dall’altra parte

non c’è ascolto, taccio

non posso parlare con i sordi

di armonia.

E davanti a un cuore

dove non dimora comprensione

non ripeto le cose che ho già detto:

non si possono spiegare i colori

a chi vive nell’ombra.

E così vivo in pace

come la voce del vento

che parla

perché tace.”

— F. Bottari

[altri-menti]

Vai avanti.

Ti mancano ancora tante guerre da vincere e tante bocche da far tacere.

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[unsarutsiamplecat]

"Şi cum ne-am abţinut de la dragoste

s-au înmulţit cuvintele,

cuvinte şi fraze, lungi şi ordonate.

Dacă am fi rămas împreună

ne-am fi transformat într-o enormă tăcere."

Yehuda Amihay | Rapid și amar

[lospalatoredinuvole]

Si tiene tutto dentro e mai che si sfoghi.

[mostro-rotto]

Ne parlai quasi tacendo. Io sono un maestro nel parlare tacendo, ho parlato tacendo per tutta la mia vita e ho vissuto delle vere tragedie dentro me stesso tacendo

Fedor Dostoevskij