#froideur

[sanjaangie]

La beaute du monde, c'est la sante du monde - Marguerite Yourcenar

[les-portes-du-sud]

Combustion froide,

Une femme, silhouette affirmée, allume un petit objet à la flamme d’un briquet. Mèche noire, regards hors champ, atmosphère domestique mais tension palpable. Geste simple, mais chargé d’intention. Le décor est neutre, presque complice : une prise murale, une décoration banale, rien qui ne distrait du feu. L’instant est brut, sans fioriture — une scène qui parle d’action plus que d’émotion.

Les-portes-du-sud

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

Pour les amis la douceur du printemps, pour les ennemis la froideur de l'hiver.

Lei Feng

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

Être aimé plus qu'on aime est une des croix de la vie. Parce que cela nous contraint soit à feindre un sentiment de retour qu'on n'éprouve pas, soit à faire souffrir par sa froideur et ses rebuts.

Henry de Montherlant (Les jeunes filles)

[redbu-bbleshop]

FROIDEUR | Wolf of Wall Street #froideur #wolfofwallstreet #wolf #wallart #wall #street #bigbull #chill #cheers🍻 #salestips #sales #wantsales #digitalmarketing #redbubbleshoppers #redbubbleshop #lovefortrading #leonardodicaprio #celebrity #spanish #usalady (at Jaipur, Rajasthan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CekqKttPwrS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[monriatitans]

WORD OF THE DAY Tuesday, February 8, 2022 OED Word of the Day: froideur, n. Coldness of manner; indifference, disdain, reserve.

SENTENCE EXAMPLE "Androgynous and possessed of a shivery froideur, Ms. Hynde has long been an unconventional sex symbol. - 2015, N.Y. Times 2 Sept. (Arts section) c1/4

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[crimewroughtarc]

𝟼.     𝚊 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞.     @froideur.     𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶.

 𝙱𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙼 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙱𝙷𝚄𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂,  bent and crooked in the insidious shape of beckoning hands.  perhaps a rustle of wind could make one reach out and grab.  betwixt the gaps of thin trees,  a soft whistle carries on a cool breeze.  its song slips between decaying leaves,  brittle twigs.  𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬,  𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞.  ears prickle     ;     where she’d heard only moments prior the gentle trickle of a nearby creek,  now only the sound of the wind twitching the remaining leaves clinging to thin branches.  this is a place where things come to die,  she thinks.  or perhaps,  a place where that which has died returns from death.

 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛.  how long had she been standing there,  stationary and staring,  she didn’t know.  breath hitches,  fright already settling like preemptive dust on her fried nerves.  with baited breath,  she turns on her spot,  and brown eyes momentarily fail to focus on he who now accompanies her.  when the figure becomes apparent,  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫,  a small inkling of relief whirs in her belly.  she’ll take the company of a stranger over whatever is brewing in the beckoning belly of the forest.

[crimewroughtarc]

@froideur​ said:     𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 ?     𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶.

 ❝     𝐡𝐦 ?     ❞     𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞,  𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐲-𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬,  𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞.  pointed nose scrunches,  head of untamed blonde tresses offering a small shake of no.  their journey hadn’t exactly been a long one,  though the stress of the small and rushed flight over had certainly tired her some     ;     and yet,  she’d been restless all through the night,  tossing and turning before finally resigning to getting up and throwing together a drink to ease the night along.     ❝     ——–     not really.  i got a couple of hours when i first laid down     ;     been in n’ out of sleep since then.     ❞     palm presses defiantly into the socket of her eye,  forcing away any lingering remnants of sleep.  through the window,  paris in its earliest vision,  scarce of any initial bursts of light.  shadows,  black and blue in palette,  hang long over the city     ;     how she longs to journey out of their holed up state and into the fray.  dark eyes move to alek,  brimming with the obvious  (  and already heartily expressed  )  desire to explore the city.  she knows better than to argue the point again that they won’t be recognised,  certainly not at this hour,  but she senses this likely isn’t the most opportune moment,  and lets the debate slide.  brows knot as she raises from the small couch upon which she’d been curled,  tea in hand.     ❝     i’m surprised you’re awake.  thought you’d be used to travellin’ all over the place and sleeping no matter the timezone.     ❞     as she makes her way into the kitchen,  her arm briefly brushes against his.     ❝     ...  you want a brew ?     ❞