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Relationships don’t take your anxiety away Relationships don’t take your depression away Relationships don’t stop the bad thoughts Relationships don’t stop your mental illnesses
Delete that old version of me in yo head. It expired
““Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.””
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Aren't You Tired Of Being Nice? Don't You Just Wanna Tear The Wallpaper Off The Walls
“Devo essere sincera, Nonostante tutto e tutti, In fondo, Ci speravo davvero, Speravo potesse tornare tutto come prima. Alla fine avrebbe potuto dipendere tutto da me, Ma io ho lasciato dipendesse tutto da te. Almeno così ho potuto capire quanto ci tenevi veramente.”
— Giulia (via giuliazvalvi)
Quante ragazze si deve scopare un diciassettenne per farsi affibbiare l'etichetta di «compulsivamente promiscuo?» Tre? No, non sono abbastanza. Sei. Ne dubito.. Dieci? Sembra più verosimile. Io direi dalle quindici alle venti - ammesso che gliela mettano, l'etichetta, ai ragazzi, e non mi pare che l'abbiano fatto. E per le ragazze di diciassette anni, quanti ragazzi ci vogliono?
Susanna Kaysen, La Ragazza Interrotta
Io mi son fermato un po' di tempo fa
A chiedermi che combino
Che non combino mai niente di buono, il mio buono eri tu
Che oggi non ci sei
Lo stato Sociale
Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possibly have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that.
If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possibly work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, then you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better.
Everyone has their yellow paint.
Ci battiamo tanto per il presepe mentre il GesĂą bambino dei giorni nostri affoga davanti alle nostre coste.
Marina Abramović and Ulay, Rest Energy, 1980
“[…] we actually held an arrow on the weight of our bodies, and the arrow is pointed right into my heart. We had two small microphones near our hearts, so we could hear our heartbeats. As our performance was progressing, heartbeats were becoming more and more intense, and though it lasted just four minutes and ten seconds, I’m telling you, for me it was forever. It was a performance about the complete and total trust.” Marina Abramović
““Don’t be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don’t have to live forever, you just have to live.””
— Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting (via goodreadss)
““Don’t live the same year 75 times and call it a life.””
— Robin Sharma (via naturaekos)
“It feels good to think about you when I’m warm in bed. I feel as if you’re curled up there beside me, fast asleep. And I think how great it would be if it were true.”
— Haruki Murakami (via minuty)