You and Me, zemer. Forever.

Amore: l'etimologia poetica fa risalire questa parola dal latino "a-mors", cioè senza morte, quasi a sottolineare l'eternità di questo sentimento. Ma l’amore non è quello che i poeti del cazzo vogliono farvi credere. L’amore ha i denti,i denti mordono,i morsi non guariscono mai.

[cosmicwizdom]

When everything goes wrong, go to sleep.

- unknown (via quotelounge)

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[purplecloudedthoughts]

You were in my dreams again. I got to watch you choose her all over again. I’m getting really tired of seeing different versions of the same reality. I just want you to choose me in just one. But I think it’s time I accept that you’ll always choose her just like I’ll always love you.

She’s your sun, but you’re my universe (via pinkypromiseimnottheoldsam)

[foreverstarlightt]

I have little doubt in my mind where you’ll be in five years when someone asks you about your past romantic history. Your mind will glaze over as you think of everyone you dated, and you’ll recite the ups and downs like a story you’ve told too many times. And then they’ll ask about the what-if’s, the maybe’s, the people who could’ve been, and my name will appear in your mind. Your voice will burn with regret at what you lost. I have little doubt of your regret in five years. But I wish you would regret it maybe a bit earlier, say like… right now. And maybe I wouldn’t be a what-if, a maybe, a could’ve been. Maybe I’d be a had. Or maybe I’d be a still.

five (via foreverstarlightt)

[angelic-wolf]

I don’t care if you message me five years from now telling me you miss me, I’ll always take you back.

My heart yearns for you (via angelic-wolf)

[xlucvvs]

[extrasad]

What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too. 

[martinawrites]

this need to be on everyone’s blog

[sleepybambi]

this makes me think..

[janoskipornhub-deactivated20150]

God bless whoever wrote this.

[ioanaslovesongs]

im crying

[phanscuddles]

I never usually reblog things like this.. but if it saves just one persons life… please take thime to read this even if you think there is no point in living. Please.

[ayesurfsup-deactivated20170207]

I’m crying so much wtf

[drowning-painfully]

Please don’t go.

[ilalicius-deactivated20161222]

It leaves ruin and devastation. Don’t do that to the ones you love.

[serpentineri]

Comportati così, Lucilio mio, rivendica il tuo diritto su te stesso e il tempo che fino ad oggi ti veniva portato via o carpito o andava perduto, raccoglilo e fanne tesoro. Convinciti che è proprio così, come ti scrivo: certi momenti ci vengono portati via, altri sottratti e altri ancora si perdono nel vento. Ma la cosa più vergognosa è perder tempo per negligenza. Pensaci bene: della nostra esistenza buona parte si dilegua nel fare il male, la maggior parte nel non far niente e tutta quanta nell’agire diversamente dal dovuto. Puoi indicarmi qualcuno che dia un giusto valore al suo tempo, e alla sua giornata, che capisca di morire ogni giorno? Ecco il nostro errore. Vediamo la morte davanti a noi e invece gran parte di essa è già alle nostre spalle: appartiene alla morte la vita passata. Dunque, Lucilio caro, fai quel che mi scrivi: metti a frutto ogni minuto; sarai meno schiavo del futuro, se ti impadronirai del presente. Tra un rinvio e l’altro la vita se ne va. Niente ci appartiene, Lucilio, solo il tempo è nostro. La natura ci ha reso padroni di questo solo bene, fuggevole e labile: chiunque voglia può privarcene. Gli uomini sono tanto sciocchi che se ottengono beni insignificanti, di nessun valore e in ogni caso compensabili, accettano che vengano loro messi in conto e, invece, nessuno pensa di dover niente per il tempo che ha ricevuto, quando è proprio l’unica cosa che neppure una persona riconoscente può restituire.

Seneca (via serpentineri)

[ilariacazzaro]

[cute-baby-animals]

8 years ago today I adopted my best friend. He came from the pound in Columbia and was in a litter of about 6 others. I chose him because he was the one who licked my fingers instead of puppy biting them. That was one of the best decisions of my life because he is the sweetest boy ever and as I said before, my best friend. Thank you for always being there for me Reese. I love you to the moon!

[mibastapureiltuosilenzio]

per favore,non eliminate la fonte.

[ilariacazzaro]

Credo che dovrei fare come Mattia Pascal, far morire la mia maschera e ricominciare daccapo. Far morire il mio Adriano Meis e rinascere.

[ilariacazzaro]

If it wasn't real happiness, you wouldn't be hurting right now.

[n-importe-ou-hors-du-monde]

Chi non legge a 70 anni avrà vissuto una sola vita: la propria. Chi legge avrà vissuto 5000 anni: c'era quando Caino uccise Abele, quando Renzo sposò Lucia, quando Leopardi ammirava l'infinito. Perché la lettura è un'immortalità all'indietro.

Umberto Eco (via me-696km-mylife)

[lena-luthor]

insp.

[mymodernmet]

Adorable Photos of Little Donkeys That Break Their Stubborn Stereotypes

[ilariacazzaro]

Non va bene graffiare, grattare, perché questo dolore provoca solo fastidio. Se devi fare male, allora affonda la tua lama, scava nella carne, fallo sentire davvero questo dolore che non lascia respiro alla persona che ferisci. Così capirà che fai sul serio, e ricordandosi del male che le hai inferto, non avrà più voglia di guardarti.

[arvtisticfra]