Quante rose a nascondere un abisso
“Stop saying it’s okay when your soul’s bleeding. Stop trying to dodge knives that always end up in the depths of your heart. Stop looking to the ceiling hoping that tears won’t overflow. Stop taking people’s shit. Walk away. Fuck them all.”
—E.B., Self advice (via l-eer)


“Io non sono affettuosa, non abbraccio le persone senza motivo, non dico frasi sdolcinate, non mi faccio sentire, eppure ogni mia parola è piena di sincerità, ogni mio gesto è pieno di significato, ogni piccola cosa per me ha un senso.
In poche parole voglio solo dirti: apprezza tutto quello che faccio, non lo faccio per tutti.”
Giorgia Di Basilio
(via abbracciamoci)
“Alle volte uno si crede incompleto ed è soltanto giovane.”
—Il visconte dimezzato, Italo Calvino. (via tartarugasenzaguscio)

buiosole:

 



quartodisecolo:

Mi piacciono le persone semplici. Tipo quelli che puoi descrivere semplicemente con un “è un coglione”.


It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back she was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

—(via tanghuijuan)



inthemoodtodissolveinthesky:

© Summer Pierre


“You have this one life. How do you wanna spend it? Apologizing? Regretting? Questioning? Hating yourself? Dieting? Running after people who don’t see you? Be brave. Believe in yourself. Do what feels good. Take risks. You have this one life. Make yourself proud.”
—(via splitterherzen)
“Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.”
—Leo Tolstoy  (via tanghuijuan)
“I’m becoming more silent these days. I’m speaking less and less in public. But my eyes, god damn, my eyes see everything.”
—(via tanghuijuan)
“Non ho pazienza per alcune cose, non perché sia diventata arrogante, semplicemente perché sono arrivata a un punto della mia vita, in cui non mi piace più perdere tempo con ciò che mi dispiace o ferisce. Non ho pazienza per il cinismo, critiche eccessive e richieste di qualsiasi natura. Ho perso la voglia di compiacere chi non mi aggrada, di amare chi non mi ama e di sorridere a chi non mi sorride. Non dedico più un minuto a chi mente o vuole manipolare. Ho deciso di non con-vivere più con la presunzione, l’ipocrisia, la disonestà e le lodi a buon mercato. Non tollero l’erudizione selettiva e l’arroganza accademica. Non mi adeguo più al provincialismo e ai pettegolezzi. Non sopporto conflitti e confronti. Credo in un mondo di opposti, per questo evito le persone rigide e inflessibili. Nell’amicizia non mi piace la mancanza di lealtà e il tradimento. Non mi accompagno con chi non sappia elogiare o incoraggiare. I sensazionalismi mi annoiano e ho difficoltà ad accettare coloro a cui non piacciono gli animali. Soprattutto, non ho nessuna pazienza per chi non merita la mia pazienza.”
—Meryl Streep (via chestradadevoprendere)
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