― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body
[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.]

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― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body
[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.]
“Penso che l’autoironia sia l’aspetto decisivo dell’umorismo: sapere che in qualsiasi momento potrei dire il contrario di quello che dico, riuscire a mettere continuamente in discussione le proprie opinioni, è questa a mio avviso la condizione prima dell’intelligenza.”
— Italo Calvino, Sono nato in America, Interviste 1951-1985
أراك بقلبي لا بعيني
Arabic, saying: «I see you with my heart, not with my eyes»
The Martyr of Solway [detail] by John Everett Millais
(“I is another”).
-Arthur Rimbaud, Letter to Georges Izambard; Charleville, 13 May 1871
Margaret Atwood
i love speaking with people who are more intelligent in a certain field than i am, like it’s just great to sit back and listen to somebody educate you on shit they’re passionate about
a volte è difficile capire cosa sia reale
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The Veiled Virgin (early's 1850s) by Giovanni Strazza (1818 - 1875).
i’m a strong believer that you don’t meet someone by accident
Forse la cosa peggiore, è che niente mi emoziona come una volta.
[…] non mi sentivo stanco, ma avvertivo con tutto il mio fisico che un peso mi cadeva dall'anima.
Fëdor Dostoevskij, Le notti bianche