Diario (poco) segreto di un adolescente

Marco | 23 | Genova (Italy) {wattpad: fanboy-99} {IG: marco__laiacona} "Lasciatemi così come una cosa posata in un angolo e dimenticata."

[alessaless]

[mybluefire]

A un certo punto

devi capire

che il dolore che hai subito

non lo devi subire

all’infinito.

Franco Arminio.

[perfectquote]

“But then it passed, as all things do.”

— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

[thoughtkick]

““Can I see you again” is such a sweet thing to say.”

— Unknown

[catsbookscoffeeandlove]

[latenights]

i need one of those long silent hugs.

[diariopocosegretodiunadolescente]

Non so più dove cercare la felicità.

[stati-danimo]

E cerco risposte a domande che non ho.

Mi guardo allo specchio e non mi riconosco.

[maledettadaunangelo]

Mi hanno chiesto come mai, a volte, io abbia ancora tanta rabbia. Ho risposto che è solo perché, a volte, io metto ancora tanto cuore.

[letteraturaemale]

Io che cerco sempre di occupare il minor spazio possibile, ovunque, anche a casa mia.

[aliisimwunderland]

Voleva far l’amore amando, per il piacere del corpo e la tranquillità dello spirito…

Oltre l’inverno

[blogcuoredighiaccio-deactivated]

Con il tempo aveva imparato

a stare bene da sola,

aveva imparato

a non dipendere dagli altri.

Aveva imparato

che non importava quanto desse,

non avrebbe mai ricevuto lo stesso.

E quindi si era creata il suo mondo.

Dove c'erano lei e le sue cose preferite.

Non che non avrebbe preferito altro,

ma doveva farselo andare bene

perché quell'altro, non sarebbe arrivato.

[dilli-vali-girlfriend]

you can never really entirely forget someone. You can only feign it.

because when you listen that song, it’ll remind you of how you used to jam on it together.

when you pass by that place, you will remember how it used to be your favourite place to play.

when you look at those pictures, you’ll remember nothing except from- their warmth, their friendliness.

but you still let those memories fade away, because when the sun will set, all their bad will overshadow their good. And then you’ll wonder.. what were we again?

Perhaps this is the way of life. Enjoy while you can, because one day, who knows we might be strangers again :)

[problematic-poetess]

lost connection

do you ever think about the people you lost from your life?

do you ever just sit back and think about them?

the friends who meant so much.

the jokes you laughed about.

the shared plans for the future together.

how it all faded away?

the presence of another person.

the love and the memories shared between the consciousness of two separate beings.

torn apart by distance.

its so sad to think,

that this person who once owned a space full of so much love in your heart,

is now someone who you never talk to.

a bitter end to a friendship that was so dear.

a rush of a memory that once made you laugh.

now brings a sad smile and tears to your eyes.

remembering the moments you were together.

remembering the smiles.

the laughter.

the happiness.

the joy.

and then

then you remember.

and it all hits you so clearly.

the anger.

the pain.

the tears.

the sadness.

the silence.

the deafening silence.

on the bridge that was filled with friendship.

now stands empty.

empty and alone.

where was once a place of vibrant colours, and echoes of ecstasy

is now a place of death.

a graveyard.

the grey has taken over.

the colours now faded beyond recognition

fully disintegrated.

do you sit there and wonder?

how did this happen?

do you stare at the ruins of a connection once so bold.

and think;

do you ever think about the people you lost from your life?

[poetic-distortions]

"nothing but admired"

[eternalbond]

Drifting away...

Have you ever just feel like your drifting away? Becoming nothing inside. Waiting for your time to pass by. Nothing in this world can describe that feeling of wanting to disappear and just seize to exist. Nothing in this world can ever fill that void.

Each day you tell yourself, it will get better. But still, deep down you know you’re just lying to yourself. Giving yourself some kind of hope, some kind of light on this dark night. Something to push yourself forward. 

“It’s just something stupid.  It’s just how my brain is wired right now. None of this will hurt me. None of these feelings are permanent. I will get over it.”

Just how many times have I told myself these lies? How many more times will I tell myself these lies? I can’t help but wonder will there ever be a day where I’m finally free. Free to just exist for me and me alone. It feels like some far away dream that I can never achieve. 

[ilvecchiospirito]

“Che era morta. Le dissero che era morta… Che nell'alba l'avevano vista galleggiare. Come un cigno.”

— Isabella Santacroce, “Lovers”.