#murmur of the heart

[shipcestuous]

have you ever seen the 1971 French movie Murmur of the Heart? it's a coming of age comedy of sorts– a focus of the movie is the relationship between the protagonist Laurent and his Italian mother Clara.

it's heavy with oedipal themes and culminates in them sleeping together at the end after getting drunk on bastille day; instead of feeling bad about it, they treat it as a nice secret between mother and son: it will not happen again, but they do not regret it

i watched it a couple days ago, was wondering if you had seen it, seeing as you've pretty much seen all the movies with incest/incestuous themes in them

it's awesome to know you're a fellow pauljessica shipper, by the way!

I actually have not seen Murmur of the Heart, but I am familiar with it. (There's a small tag for it here.) It has been on my need-to-see list for a long time.

I appreciate the refreshing, non-overdramatic ending.

(Yes, I am very much a Paul/Jessica shipper. I am SO happy to meet another. I really love them.)

[3m0-b1tchhh]

[ravensvalley]

#MurmursCreek

Mountainous Part of the Northern Hemisphere.

@BenAdrienProulx January 12, 2025.

[dejablonde]

I don't remember if I posted this here when I initially took it, but I'm thinking about it again, so enjoy.

[lilithhb]

First post of my heartbeat in years lol…

My heart was beating all weird the other day so I recorded it…

[billystorm]

some paintings of my cat. his name is andy

[khattikeri]

i will die on the hill that yue qingyuan has a heavily suppressed mean streak. this man is a closeted bitch i just know it. years of pandering and politeness have covered him very well and he certainly is Ancient China's Top Doormat but if he didn't feel obligated to do that i truly believe he'd be slyly snarking it up right there with shen jiu.

[fjordfolk]

and in the spirit of the topic of the day, talking about a subject with great confidence doesn't make anyone an authority or even mean they're particularly knowledgeable. some people just sound really confident, or they don't know enough to know what they don't know. saying shit isn't proof of anything. show don't tell type of deal

[sidsforeverhome]

Black 🐈‍⬛ Cat Appreciation Day My Beautiful Boy ❤️

[heycallmeplease]

I love you, it's ruining my life.

[wiltedprayers]

EUGENE NO! DONT JOIN THE MARINES! YOU'LL BE TRAUMATIZED AND FACE HORRORS BEYOND HUMAN COMPREHENSION. EUGENEEE

[3heartmind3]

Here is a new file of my heart at rest in front of the computer. Smart Working is nice but my heart beats like this for 8-9 hours a day, 5 days a week.

3 minutes of heartbeat recorded with the stethoscope placed on the left side of the left breast stuck under the bra. You can hear the ever-present mitral murmur that accompanies every beat of my heart.

[lilithhb]

🫀Experiences;

One night, in a room.

Years ago I went to a school trip with some friends.

I had these friend who I loved a lot during that time, I am a very loving person so I remember hugging him a lot and he would do the same. It was nice because he was taller than me so I could listen to her heart every time I wanted to by hugging him.

As I’ve had a heart condition for a time now he always took care of me making sure that I felt okay. Something that beyond cardiophilia I always found it cute.

“Did you take your pills?” “Make sure not to eat much junk food” “How is your heart?” “Everything okay with your dumb pump” are small examples of the things he used to say to me. I had that trust in which I would lie next to him and sometimes he would put his hand on my chest while doing stuff, feeling my heart. Something that I told him made me feel safe.

I remember the movement of his hand going up and down following my heartbeat as Ive always had a visible heartbeat.

I remember him getting worried when my heart decided to skip some beats while his hand rested on my chest. “Its fine” I would say, “It does that sometimes” and the he would say that it should not happen again as if I could control my heartbeat hehe….

During that trip he was extra careful with me. We had long walks and he would always walk next to me as I would get tired easily because of my condition. My heart always beating erratically with skips and pauses with the sun making me a sweat mess. He would take my wrist to feel my pulse just to know about my condition. One time he even putted his palm against my chest to feel it directly while he told me I should follow his breathe to calm my heart.

One afternoon after one of those long walks both of us sneaked into his room (girls and boys could not share room during this trip for obvious reasons) to rest and talk. We had small conversations but I was too tired to keep the dialogue going, so after a small silence he got closer and laid his hand on my chest once again. My heart beating strong following a fast pace.

“Does it hurt?” He asked, I started blushing for some reason, it never actually mattered to me that he put his hand on my chest but somehow I felt more vulnerable this time. “No, I mean yeah kinda” I reply. “You should rest then…”

I don’t really remember who things went, but we lay down on his bed, where after some time trying to sleep he would sit and watch me straight to my eyes asking me if he could listen to my heart. My heart started to race more in answer to the question, which I stuttered to reply with a yes.

He would lay his head on my chest while his hand rested on my wrist. I remember that I was having an arrhythmia during that time, so he would comment about every skip and rhythm change my heart would make, he told about how beautiful it was for him to listen the one thing that keeps working so hard, and kinda poorly, to keep me alive.

I remember his breathing, his head moving up and down my every shake my chest had in response to hard little pump. His attempts to follow my heartbeat with smalls “pump pum” coming from his mouth.

I loved every second of it. I never felt soy listened in my life. And we stayed like that for hours until the night came. I did fall sleep at the end, when I woke up I was hugging his head against my chest, with my heart beating slowly with the same pace of his breathing.

This was my attempt of writing some of my cardiophile experiences, sorry for the bad English I am not a native speaker;;; I have many more to tell so perhaps this is only the first of many posts with my experiences, who knows?

[elisaenglish]

Drink, Mina. Join me in eternal life.

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