December 2010
194 posts
artista di me stessa.: Ti amo quando hai freddo e... →
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Ti amo quando hai freddo e fuori ci sono trenta gradi,
Ti amo quando ci metti un’ora a ordinare un sandwich,
Amo la ruga che ti viene qui quando mi guardi come se fossi pazzo,
Mi piace che dopo una giornata passata con te sento ancora il tuo profumo sui miei golf, e sono felice che tu sia…
“Sometimes life is a constant battle against the nostalgia of a time that can...”
– Jason Myers (via quote-book)
“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they...”
– Anais Nin (via momopotato)
“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,...”
– Sylvia Plath (via thechocolatebrigade)
“It’s not all bad. Heightened self-consciousness, apartness, an inability to join...”
– Stephen Fry (via nocternity)
“I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast....”
– Never Let Me Go - Kazuo Ishiguro (via thisconstantknot)
theatombomb:
You said life was like a hurricane and there were two kinds of people in this world: those who let themselves be swept up by the wind, and those who watched from the center.
“And she finds it difficult to believe—that a person would love her even when she...”
– The Robber Bride - Margaret Atwood (via thisconstantknot)
“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope.”
– Persuasion - Jane Austen (via thisconstantknot)
“The Heart is the only Reality; the mind is only a transient phase.”
– Ramana Maharishi (via fluegeltuer)
i seek the vast perhaps.: time to think about what... →
abrokensomething:
time to think about what i should convey to him how to go about saying he tore me to shreds without a scratch left upon him when i hear his name, my reaction to cringe is automatic how i want happiness for him still, even if my bones are fractured from his ambivalence what do you call this? i…
“heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the...”
– Great Expectations - Charles Dickens (submitted by burnt-stars)
confession.
abrokensomething:
i converse with my reflection while crying. because if i tell myself the attempts were futile i am crumbling, my heart raw and broken calling names of worthless, a goodfornothing waste …in those few moments i believe i am living for a reason
Le ragazze dei libri.
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Che belle le ragazze dei libri che muoiono d’amore, che smettono di mangiare, che diventano bruttine e gli vengono le occhiaie, che non si pettinano più, che si lasciano accartocciare dal peso dei pensieri sul collo, e s’ammalano perchè amano, c’hanno i melodrammi sotto ai tacchi, che belle mio dio, vorrei tanto stringerle, vorrei tanto chiedergli di insegnarmelo.
(via annacrayon)
abrokensomething:
rolling hushed tears soothe a broken heart in repair eyes swelled with sorrow
“Let no one who loves be unhappy, even love unreturned has its rainbow.”
– James Matthew Barrie (via kari-shma)
“I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable,...”
– Agatha Christie (via 472239364)
“Some of the most comforting words in the universe are “me too.” That moment when...”
– (via poeticheartache) (via liveelaughlovee)
“Love is missing someone whenever you’re apart, but somehow feeling warm inside...”
– Kay Knudsen | Submitted by xsmiiles (via quote-book)
“Let’s face it: I’m scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess I’m afraid for...”
– The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 1950-1962 (via thisconstantknot)
“It would be better if there were nothing. Since there is more pain than pleasure...”
– Arthur Schopenhauer (via aeternum-)
Pieces: all-encompassing heart-enriching... →
leary:
“And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy’s and talk about the…
“I am constantly
surprised by the longing for
you that never quiets.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
“I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.”
– Sally Owens (Practical Magic)
“Like how much you love someone; it’s nearly impossible to know that until you...”
– (via eletheowl)
what is it that keeps you up at night? →
fixmypapercut:
Is it your restless heart or restless mind? We rest less when we need rest more but there is always something that prevents us from drifting off to sleep. Are you like me? Can you just not let go of good days or bad days or any days at all. Are you as desperate as I am to not forget anything? Is it the night sky? Is it the stars? Do you like the possibility of shooting stars...
ireadintothings:
And though they might debate it with you, the main reason why it’s hard to be a girl is because unlike men, girls are always in love. They fall in love with everything they like, even simple things like flowers, rain, and sunsets. And if there is no man around that they could be in love with, they fall in love randomly -if necessary, with a celebrity or stranger they have never...
“Actually, I think friendship and love are exactly the same thing.”
– Truman Capote (via quote-book)
“It’s strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling...”
– T.S. Eliot (via fatalistichues) (via quote-book)
“What I want is so simple I almost can’t say it: elementary kindness.”
– Barbara Kingsolver (via thresca)
“Love will be an impulse that will inspire and ruin in equal measure.”
– Murder Mysteries, Neil Gaiman (via sixteenthstarfarer)
“Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel...”
– Andrew Boyd (via dreamthought)
“It’s easy to be miserable. Being happy is tougher — and cooler.”
– Thom Yorke (via kari-shma)
“I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken...”
– Anaïs Nin (via thisconstantknot)
“Lots of times I feel like I don’t belong to this place.”
– Jeff Buckley (via coffeesmellandlilacskin)
“He was my escape, and sometimes that can feel an awful lot like love.”
– Emily Giffin, Something Borrowed (via itookadeepbreath)
thewrittenrealm:
frozen memories delicately suspended in midair, within crystal sheathed by cracked fragments from my open heart this silence ruptures a broken soul
“Dylan and Leonard Cohen and Patti Smith, all dark, all romantic. When I say...”
– Jeff Buckley (via anonymouseccentric)