Junk of the heart

[aphranne]

Fall activity: staring at the ceiling and crying your heart out to all too well (10 minute version)

[semisoberme]

There are no evil people in the world, only unhappiness disguised as evil.

Mikhail Bulgakov

[aphranne]

Ma i veri viaggiatori partono per partire e basta: cuori lievi, simili a palloncini che solo il caso muove eternamente, dicono sempre “Andiamo”, e non sanno perché. I loro desideri hanno le forme delle nuvole.

Baudelaire

[aphranne]

"Between the strong and the weak, between the rich and the poor, between the lord and the slave, it is freedom which oppresses and the law which sets free."

Lacordaire

[aphranne]

Dona a chi ami ali per volare, radici per tornare e motivi per rimanere. (Dalai Lama)

[aphranne]

I am most happy

When I smell unfamiliar smells 

When I can say thank you in your language

When I see you are different

and I want to learn more

And then

When I’m tired and I see home 

When I finally smell home

And, at last, when what used to smell new 

starts to smell familiar

Because I will have figured out exactly

what makes it smell this way.

This is when I am most happy 

[aphranne]

Dimmi com’è l’America, com’è Milano... Napoli e la Luna, tu che ci sei stato

io ti dirò del giorno in cui ti ho dimenticato

e che sei sempre uguale

[aphranne]

Fallaci e Pelou https://www.instagram.com/p/B-Szw-JnGW1Qxz8p5ouF5AEtrCSay9APPadfUI0/?igshid=rkr6tus13m9e

[aphranne]

Prendete la vita con leggerezza. Che leggerezza non è superficialità, ma planare sulle cose dall'alto, non avere macigni sul cuore. [...] 

[aphranne]

It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days…Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me…to throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly my darling…

[timeloopfemme]

ur twenties are weird. i have the priorities of a kindergartener again. i don’t know what in the hell is going on EVER. i like colors. i like soup. i want to take a nap

[aphranne]

«Prendi tua figlia, portala a Siracusa, siediti sui gradoni del teatro greco e insegnale lo splendore della disubbidienza. È rischioso ma è più rischioso non farlo mai.» (Sofocle - "Antigone")

[inahiddenplace]

sometimes u just gotta say “okey dokey” and just like.. rely on urself.. take things as impersonally as u can.. love and let go.. move on.. try and find all the good things, soak those in. and that’s all u can do! and sometimes, that’s enough

[aphranne]

Imagine, the girls around town assemble The traveler's son they come askin' Where he came from 'Cause they've watched him Washing his face near the pond A curious boy and they wonder Where he came from He says, "I, I have seen the world's most beautiful places Still I feel, as If I'm a walking machine Watching it all through a screen There is nothing in between to me This might as well not be real" Imagine, the girls take him up on a hill It's an Indigo night, there's a chill The boy is confused but he's still As they gather around him So many of them, they all sing About the pleasures of life And he cries, "Why can't I sing along with some feeling, or some meaning? It feels like I've always been blind I don't know why you girls are so kind For there are so many in line Whose lives aren't as lost as mine" Now something happened there The smell of the grass, or maybe the air There was no more despair Just something about that night Maybe the girls, they lit some light And made everything right 'Cause he's never been More alive

[aphranne]

Se già ci apparteniamo poi, dopo che succede?

[aphranne]

Padre eterno che sei così reazionario che dal finestrino atterrando guardi venezia dall’alto e visto il loro non era un amore e poi È tutto diverso

[aphranne]

Che il tempo esploda dietro di noi come una selva di proiettili. Ai vecchi giorni il vento riporti solo un garbuglio di capelli. Per l'allegria il pianeta nostro è poco attrezzato. Bisogna strappare la gioia ai giorni futuri. In questa vita non è difficile morire. Vivere è di gran lunga più difficile. Vladimir Mayakovsky