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Francesco Boni - Corrado Guzzanti
Possiamo dirci la verità: L'attesa del piacere è una merda.
Fine.
Two Girls (Lovers), 19011, Egon Schiele
Una porta chiusa non è sufficiente perché un uomo nasconda il suo amore. Egli necessita anche di una porta aperta per poter partire e perdersi nella folla quando questo amore esploderà come un barile di polvere nell’arsenale raggiunto dal fulmine. Un tetto non basta perché un uomo sia protetto dal calore e dalla tempesta. Per sfuggire al lampo egli necessita di un corpo steso nel letto e a portata della sua mano ancora timorosa di avanzare nel buio quando la pioggia cade nel silenzio del mondo aperto come un frutto fra due tuoni. Nella notte che declina, nel giorno che nasce, l’uomo ha bisogno di tutto: dell’amore e del fulmine.
Le necessità, Lêdo Ivo (via cutulisci)
― Mauvais sang (1986) Anna: Since I was a kid, when I start crying, I can’t stop. A kind of haemophilia of tears…
i think i’ll pass.
does medusa have pubes and if so are they snakes too
why does cooking takes like six hours and eating like three seconds and washing dishes like seven days and seven nights
This tweet is just the REALEST FUCKING THING
20+ Proud Cat Mommies With Their Kittens
@itsthelesbiana Too much purity in one post.
OH MY GODDDDDD
Satan: Hey I bought your soul last month and-
Me: No returns.
Satan: Please it's making me sad.
so the girls I’m moving in with and I were exploring our new apartment and we decided to check out the basement. They had me go in first since they’d never been there, the electric isnt on, so they were nervous. I went in there. in the very very back there was a dead end wooden wall with a hole in it and pink spray paint saying “The HoLE” with a plunger attached. There is a small room within The HoLE containing a dirty sink. There is no way to access this room without climbing through The HoLE. I don’t understand.
for my nonbelievers
This is how horror movies start
or porn
John Longstaff - The sirens - 1892
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“A Nymph In The Forest”,
Charles Amable Lenoir