"Books say: She did this because. Life says: She did this. Books are where things are explained to you; life is where things aren’t. I’m not surprised some people prefer books."
Julian Barnes, Flaubert’s Parrot (via endless-tearss)
seisemplicementelamiavita:

abbracciami-adesso:

muoionelletuebraccia:

che cosa magnifica

MERAVIGLIOSO.

La parola più scritta è ‘felice’…
"Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are."
Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (via larmoyante)
s-u-p-e-r-m-4-n:

pizza
"I want to talk with you forever. I remember every word you’ve ever said to me. If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander past all borders into every private and secret place, I would stay forever. I would become a citizen of you. You would say it’s too soon to feel this way. You would ask how I could be so certain. But some things can’t be measured by time. Ask me an hour from now. Ask me a month from now. A year, ten years, a lifetime. The way I love you will outlast every calendar, clock, and every toll of every bell that will ever be cast."
 Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas  (via larmoyante)
insanity-and-vanity:

Donnie Darko (2001)
"People don’t talk to me. They talk to my shadow, my body. They don’t talk to my soul. They never did."
(via nauughty)
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so-personal:

everything personal
"You clipped my wings then asked why I didn’t fly."