sei così altrove che non riesci più a tornare.

[indiespace-blog1]

[11anothergirl11]

I never thought it would be this hard. Be this hard to forget the sound of your voice, the way your skin feels on mine. I never thought it would be this hard to forget you, to forget us.

Another sleepless night (a.d.c)

[croathia]

[volopindarico-deactivated201811]

«Io penso di coltivare tensioni 
come fiori 
in un bosco dove nessuno va. 
Ogni ferita è perfetta, 
si concentra in un minuscolo 
impercettibile germoglio, 
provocando dolore. 
Il dolore è un fiore come quello, 
come questo qui, 
come quello là, 
come questo qui.»

Robert Creeley, Il fiore

[lakotakamots]

mi sembra giusto onorare la mia esperienza in Canada con qualche foto pure qui

[lakotakamots]

Anche se non sembra qui mi apprezza per quello che sono.

[yoursummerdreamz]

[xspvct]

I don’t care what anyone says, being intelligent is so fucking attractive. Like yes, tell me random facts I didn’t know. I’ll think it’s the cutest thing ever.

[lakotakamots]

Badabum chaaaaa

[timbllr]

via weheartit

[jeliyfish]

The Virgin Suicides (1999)

[ampollae]

Good old days.

[ampollae]

Rimini.

[bartonfinks-deactivated20180112]

Blue Valentine (2010, Derek Cianfrance)

[lakotakamots]

Dialogue of nothing

Every person believes their own relationship with another particular human being (as a friend, a boyfriend or a girlfriend) is special.

Everyone thinks to be different from the others, to be unique, inimitable, to be someone who there has never been before.

And now I’m asking myself, if everyone believes in their own uniqueness, aren’t we becoming all the same?

This is also worth when we judge ourselves.

We consider ourselves as outsider: everyone is authentic and eccentric, but we are just the product of an anaesthetic society, a society that depersonalizes, conforms and oppresses. 

We judge ourselves unique because believing it, saying it and thinking it makes us feel better, and we don’t wanna admit that deep inside us the enlightenment of the awareness is whispering “you are not different”.

And we are trying to shut it up, telling ourselves sad and candid lies that make our existence less humiliating.

Maybe it is good keep living in this state of blissful ignorance, it saves us from an existence of agony and torment.

Does the truth have to be put aside sometimes? Yes, it does, if you are too weak to face it,

No, it doesn’t, if you can face the responsibility of it for ever.                                                                                                 

And to those who try desperately to be different I want to say: you are like all of us, you are just a little part of this huge empty space.

And I pity you and your groundless and desperate efforts.

[bonanafish]

È più facile credere d’esser poeta che poesia, nave piuttosto che mare, stella piuttosto che luna: è più facile credere d’esser molte cose quando non se ne è nessuna; è più facile pensarsi diversi, quando non si è ancora se stessi.

[wlweddings]

Cathy & Dana by Sarah Babcock Studio, seen on Gay Weddings

[lakotakamots]

che robe.