reading alone in your room at sunset with your windows open while the wind caresses your skin is probably the closest thing we have to a cure for the human condition
“I hope I made you feel something, because you made me feel everything.”
— Gemma Troy
i think we should talk about how romantic the rain is
"So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me for I, too, am fluent in silence."
- R. Arnold
if there’s no love, what then?
I need a flowy dress in this print.
“Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.”
— Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities (via bookworm-of-camelot)
Cultural quarantine masterpost
Making the most out of social distancing. Feel free to add more!
“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”
— The Little Prince (via vialemanidagliocchi)
“Alle parole non dette e agli abbracci rumorosi”
— SereVR46
Piccola pulce moralista
“Falling for you wasn’t by choice, but I did anyway. And I told myself that it was okay. That loving you even on my own was okay. So I gave you my heart without expecting you to give me yours back. I loved you, anyway. I stayed for you, anyway, to watch to appreciate to give and to show you that there are people that will do anything it takes to make you happy to make you smile to make sure, that you are given all you deserve even if the person you grow to love in the end, is someone whose name is much different from mine.”
— Keen Malasarte, “This Is My Way Of Loving You” (via acupofkeen)
Non mi interessa di non essere abbastanza da piacerti, la cosa più tosta è sapere di non essere abbastanza da farti star bene.
You can't force people to stay in your life. Staying is always a choice.
Ho letto di un amico la cui ragione di vita attualmente è proteggere una determinata persona. Mi ha spiazzata. Mi chiedo quanta forza, coraggio e incoscienza ci vogliano a fare di un'altra persona la propria ragione di vita. Io non so perché esistiamo, perché esisto proprio io, se ho un fine da realizzare. Ma non ho mai creduto che il mio fine potesse essere annullarmi per qualcun'altro. Riflessioni sospese tra profondo egoismo e velata disfiducia nel prossimo.
“Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?”
— Daughter of smoke and bone by Laini Taylor (via quotemybooks)