#tumultuous

[ultimate-word-tournament]

Ultimate Word Tournament!

Season 2

tumultuous (English) /tuˈmʌl.t͡ʃu.əs/ marked by tumult; loud, excited, and emotional; marked by violent or overwhelming turbulence or upheaval

farfalla (Italian) /farˈfal.la/ 1. a butterfly 2. a bow tie 3. a type of pasta shaped like butterflies or bow ties.

[howifeltabouthim]

. . . it's impossible to know how people live inside themselves, isn't it? I mean, a life could seem boring on the outside and be tumultuous within.

Siri Hustvedt, from The Blindfold

[paceypeternathanslawyer]

Jerry and Millie crumbs in The Dick Van Dyke Show

1x02: My Blonde Haired Brunette

[zou-pa]

[oceansatedogs]

A bit of inking goes a long way

[procrastiel]

I like my TV shows to be like my real life:

Tumultuous. Gay. And SILLEH

[picoletta]

Mother, Many moons ago, you used to sketch constellations around my scars while I gazed at the pinpricks of glowing orbs freckling my skin. Weaving stars into my hair, you would hold my hand as we swam in the galaxies of our own little cosmos.

When father came back from the seas, reeking of cheap liquor, rotten fish, and the more putrid odour of wretched disappointment, our little universe widened happily in the hopes of welcoming another star. Alas, it wasn’t until too late that we realized the unfamiliar darkness that crept in wasn’t about to go away with the sun. Lost in the tales of glittering gold and enigmatic sirens, he created his own planet inside his study – a world patched together by compasses and soiled maps.

When I think of you, when I think of that summer, I want to remember your smile, your crooked front teeth, your tie-dye t-shirts and Minnie-mouse pajamas, your burnt brownies and popsicle-stained lips. I want to remember you swaying your hips to the radio, tap-dancing under the kitchen lights beside the empty fridge. I want to remember our lopsided sand castles and the sea salt on our lips. And yet, all I remember are your eyes, ruby-red and unblinking, as you poured father’s tea that summer day. Instead of seeing the familiar geometry of constellations in your eyes, I saw the fathomless depth of the Black Hole.

“Too sweet,” he spat, as his left hand, swift as a serpent, lashed out on your cheek. He threw the tea cup across the room; it exploded in a thousand tiny fragments of porcelain and Asiatic lilies. I watched, transfixed, as the clock on the mantelpiece above his head ticked one, two, three…

He gasped for breath as if his lungs were being squeezed by an iron first. He flailed his hands around wildly, like a drunken pelican, sweeping the maps and globes off the table. Earths in various shapes rolled across the floor.

The squawk of the yellow bird which jumped out from the clock drowned his last cry. And all the while, you stood beside him, silent and stoic as a knight. And then you plunged into the depths of that Black Hole. All I remember was seeing a trickle of that “too sweet” tea down your throat.

As my hand slipped from yours, I couldn’t swim anymore. I was drowning, Mother – drowning in the same galaxy where I learnt to waddle as a child. The same stars – or were they really just bright needles? – dug into my skin, leaving behind rivulets of blood – disgusting, mortal fluid – across my limbs.

 I still wake up in cold sweat, my mouth bitter with the taste of sweetened tea and metallic blood.

 Take this wayward seafarer, Mother, and show her the way. Let the North Star appear in her night sky. In Fate’s sickening, sadistic twist, I find myself out in the seas – the very same seas where dad used to traverse for buried treasures and legendary discoveries. The sea is bottomless, a dark, cold pool of nothingness, rising above the deck to wash over me like a nightmare. And yet, I see the reflections of your stars in its murky waters. And I know that it’s not father who is watching over me tonight.

 Put me to sleep, mother – for I have been sailing for too long. Sing me a lullaby, tell me a story. For once, let my dreams be golden and rich with the tales of glorious battles, brave knights and sleeping princesses, dragons and castles.

Let the heavens open up, Mother. Let the shooting stars rain. Let the sky rip apart with the cacophony in my head. Let the sea rise and the ships sink and the final notes of the orchestra drown my scream.

Guide me home, Mother, or I fear I will tear our universe to shreds.

[hiphopraisedmetheblog]

Lauryn Hill Dragged By Fans For A Tumultuous Show In Kenya

Lauryn Hill Dragged By Fans For A Tumultuous Show In Kenya In a world where artists are often revered as nearly infallible, the reality of live performances can starkly contrast with public expectations. Lauryn Hill, an icon of the music industry and a venerated figure in hip-hop and R&B, has found herself at the center of controversy once again, this time stemming from a recent show in Nairobi,…

[whats-in-a-sentence]

As it opened there came a tumultuous rush into the hall, rapid feet clattered up the stair, and an instant later a wild-eyed and frantic young man, pale, dishevelled, and palpitating, burst into the room.

"The Illustrated Sherlock Holmes Treasury" - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

[a2zsportsnews]

End of the road? Penny Hardaway's tumultuous Memphis tenure has sadly taken an exhausting toll

MEMPHIS, Tenn. — It’s never boring. People can say a lot of things about the basketball program Penny Hardaway is running at Memphis — and, boy, people sure have been saying a lot of things about the basketball program Penny Hardaway is running at Memphis — but one thing nobody can ever say is that it’s boring. It feels like there are allegations of Level I recruiting violations and academic…

[itsunpublic]

This can’t be real. But it is so real. And it feels so real. All the craziness lately. All the severe Yi’s then downs giving my emotional whiplash. The death and rebirth process going in tumultuous waves. I’ve felt every one of them. This entire month flipped me on my head over and over again. The moment I think I know, the next moment it’s the complete opposite sign. Which way do I go and that’s been the question. Do I stay or do I go. Who am I. What am I doing. All of these deep philosophical life lessons putting me through metamorphosis. Flipping my world up and down and the again and again. I’m so exhausted. It’s been a lot. It’s been more than I can take. And yet I’m still here. Going through all the turbulence that’s my life. Shaking me into the path I hope is mine. All this and I’m hoping it’s all for something. For a greater good. Bc it’s been soon insane I want even begin to explain. The deep spiritual transformation telling me guiding me giving me life and light. I needed this but I want it to be done. When is it over when I can relax into a calmer happier path. Bc every time I think I’ve transformed, another crazy storm hits. It’s been one thing after another and I am so spent. I am shook. And everything just used to know, I know no more. I am a completely new person even I didn’t expect coming.

(4.25.24)

[tenth-sentence]

In Gloucestershire, after a poor harvest and a cold winter, five women were accused of 'having riotously and tumultuously assembled, with divers other persons, on the 24th of June instant, within the parish of Tewkesbury aforesaid, to the terror of his Majesty's subjects, and in breach of the peace'.

"Normal Women: 900 Years of Making History" - Philippa Gregory

[howifeltabouthim]

You make me doubt whether I hate or love you most.

Anthony Trollope, from Can You Forgive Her?

[phoenxwright]

Taking a much needed rest with a new friend

[oceansatedogs]

Very tasteful crop of a wip

[psychologistmimi]

A tumultuous serenity

A quiet surface A chilled air Low visibility, yet serene Cold but still Frozen yet calm Underneath, a raging beast that wishes to show its face The call of the wild issues its dare Therein awaits a green, mean sheen A bubbling fiery hill And there is no balm For it is a tumultous serenity Whose balance must be kept