my constant need for affection vs my disgust of vulnerability

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my constant need for affection vs my disgust of vulnerability
Le sang d’un poète (Jean Cocteau, 1932)
Jean Cocteau’s designs for Villa Santo Sospir in Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat. Photos by Filippo Bamberghi.
“In occidente non esiste la cultura del perdente, solo l'esaltazione del vincitore. Ma è nella sconfitta che si manifesta la gloria dell'uomo.”
— Leonard Cohen
Tears for Fears – Everybody Wants to Rule the World (1985)
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being apolitical is being complicit. being silent is being complicit. being indifferent is being complicit. black lives matter. black lives matter. black lives matter.
L'indifferenza opera potentemente nella storia. Opera passivamente, ma opera.
E' la fatalità; è ciò su cui non si può contare; è ciò che sconvolge i programmi, che rovescia i piani meglio costruiti; è la materia bruta che si ribella all'intelligenza e la strozza.
people are allowed to leave you. people are allowed to break up with you. people are allowed to love you but not want to be with you. people are allowed to not want to talk to you. people are allowed to put their happiness before yours and do what makes them happy even if it does not include you. people are allowed to move on from you. people are allowed to fall in love with someone else. people are allowed to not want you in their life. people are allowed to do whatever they want to better themselves and become the version of themselves they are trying so hard to love. don’t be bitter towards someone who is only trying to be happy.
I feel like this POV does not get enough voice.
this is an england hate blog
HOW IS THIS EVEN REAL? WHAT DID MY COUNTRY EVER DO TO ANYONE?!
oh sorry sweetie, i didn’t realise you still lived in the 1800s…🙄🙄
I’ve been thinking about this for days. The 1800s??? The 1800s????
The 1800s ???????????????!
Heroism in Hong Kong, 2019
[note: for those who use the mm-dd-yyyy US date format, in the photo above “1/10/2019″ means Oct 1, 2019. Also, “Carrie” refers to Carrie Lam, the Chief Executive of Hong Kong]
This is the tweet. End of discussion.
Prima che stavamo insieme praticamen quello che dicevo io era una cazzata, la mia opinione valeva meno di zero e adesso che t’ho mollato mi prometti anche la luna.
Ma chi ti crede scusa
Anche oggi mi riscrive per farmi sapere che sta male a causa mia, ma dimmi stai male davvero oppure lo dici per tornare a controllarmi??
Cioè ma se dopo due mesi te hai voluto uscire tre volte in venti giorni tu la chiami relazione normale???? E poi ti aspetti che io non ti molli?
Prima sto qua era d’accordo con me che lasciarsi era la cosa migliore, ora mi insulta dicendo che io mi invento pretesti per mollarlo
maledetto il giorno in cui mi son fidato di questo paese lurido, sperduto, imbarazzato, freddo, grigio, solitario, disastrato
dove ho creduto di esserti vicino, ma vicini eran solo i guai