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Luca is someone who is very self-limiting, insecure. And we started thinking about – we got to find a way Alberto helps him. We kept on talking about Alberto as being the ‘You can do this. You can,’ as opposed to the voices that tell you ‘You can’t do it. What are you doing? You shouldn’t be here.’

LUCA dir. Enrico Casarosa explains “Silenzio, Bruno!”

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artist-monet

Water Lilies, 1903, Claude Monet

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Olive Trees (Study), 1884, Claude Monet

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Coming into Port-Goulphar, Belle-Ile, 1886, Claude Monet

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Water Lilies, 1926, Claude Monet

https://www.wikiart.org/en/claude-monet/water-lilies-1926-1

littlelionamandaa

Pretty much me and my dad when he tells a joke.

1980vibes

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inked-euphoria

I want to tell you everything you want to hear, but lately my mouth is sewn shut and I’m drowning from ear to ear. This isn’t the what comes next or the what comes after it’s the before. Before the heartbreak and unsatisfaction. It’s the intuition of it all, it’s like trying to breathe knowing you’re seven feet deep underwater, and for that the water fills your lungs and that itself is like the whole in your heart. Small but growing overtime, the little problems that stack up until it becomes so destructive it can’t hold anymore. This is the turning point.

-untitled no.7

C.

inked-euphoria

I strongly believe that the words: “I’m leaving.” will always be more than a meaning but maybe even more. Perception has always been an issue the way I perceive this message is a confrontation that you indeed know that you don’t want to leave anywhere but at the time your mind says otherwise. This is difficult because now I think of ways that meaning was significant and the significance was downed upon at the time. Leaving wasn’t the part that I miss understood it was the why you wanted to. My heart truly has a hole that sinks a little bit each time you flash into my head. We all say until we meet again but what if we never had to say that because you were in sights, laughing and crying in front of us. Emotional well being is what I face I’m scared that this will never be an issue for what everyone should understand and they don’t. For now this is stage 2 and I’m stuck facing the fact that I have to wake up and realize this is not what once was.

- C.S

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Weather is a simplistic thing yet it’s also very obscure. One minute there is a storm in my head trying to get me to count all the reasons I can’t sleep, although I’ve learned to count sheep. Maybe that weather in my head is telling me the things I need to hear most, those words bounce off me like beads of sand in an hour glass. Counting endless amounts of reasons for me to stay awake and be tired for yet another day. Sometimes the weather makes its way out my window and into to the streets, it runs rapidly through my mind leaving my body to ache. The lungs detach themselves and my ribs break leaving this ripped hole in my heart. The snow clears up, the rain fades away anytime I peered out that window my sadness goes away. Like the seasonal depression I can’t contain.I feel like I’m sleeping but I’m always awake. A pair of unidentifiable hands holds my chest down so hard I can barely breathe. The sleep paralysis wins again and I’m in defeat. The seasonal depression hits like the hangs of a clock and time never seems to last. Days have gone quicker and my mind goes blank often from thinking too much and not wanting to be awake. Obscure ideas swirl around in a winter storm just like the tsunami in my head wanting me to be hit by every emotion I no longer need. It’s a numbing feeling; those emotions are, it’s a unsuccessful attempt to bring back who we once were.

-unidentifiable journal entry

C.

I wish the moon knew how much I lied to it every night saying I’m fine.

-an undefined vendetta