I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul.
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I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul.
Bram Stoker, Dracula (via exoticwild)
I wish I knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart…I do nothing all day, boredom settles in, I look at the sky so I get to feel even smaller than I already feel and my mind keeps poisoning itself uselessly.
Sylvia Plath (via exoticwild)
When you really listen to another person from their point of view, and reflect back to them that understanding, it’s like giving them emotional oxygen.
Stephen Covey (via psych-facts)
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Me felice 🙌💕 #mimosatree
To be free is often to be lonely.
W.H. Auden, “In Memory Of Sigmund Freud” (via wordsnquotes)
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“Cottage Garden with Sunflowers”
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Intrappolato nella mia visione della vita, caro, io con le mie sopracciglia da Frida Kahlo. Calo la mia testa nei morsi di gogna, i sensi di colpa nei sorsi di Cognac. La paranoia che nelle sere mi ingoia,come un bicchiere di vino di Troia, viene l'angoscia come ad Utoya. #faidatela