“I can’t make you understand. I can’t make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I can’t even explain it to myself.”
— Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
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@frozenxhands
“I can’t make you understand. I can’t make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I can’t even explain it to myself.”
— Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
non riesco a vivere nulla tranquillamente perché ho certe scene e parole in testa che mi ricordano di non abbassare mai la guardia
ogni tanto bisogna anche stare fermi per capire chi viene a cercarti
ciò che gli altri non vedono tu riesci pure a sentirlo
Understanding me is another way of loving me.
You don't have ti fix everything...
Nectar by Upile Chisala
Vorrei soltanto andare al mare, guardare il tramonto e non pensare a niente
scusa se non riesco mai a cambiare
Non serve capirmi, basta solo starmi accanto.
mental pain, is the worst pain they’re is.
sentirsi al sicuro parlando con qualcuno è un diverso tipo di intimità
Someone being patient with you is one of the softest forms of love
I'm staying with the person who brings me peace when I'm at war with myself.
let’s go on late night drives listening to the songs you showed me
“C’era talmente tanta roba nella mia testa, allora, che il mondo fuori lo sentivo appena; passava come un’ombra, la vita era tutta nei miei pensieri.”
— Alessandro Baricco