Il dolore Ăš come il freddo: quando ti penetra nelle ossa continui a sentirlo, anche se ormai Ăš passato.
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Il dolore Ăš come il freddo: quando ti penetra nelle ossa continui a sentirlo, anche se ormai Ăš passato.
atque inter mortisque metus et taedia vitae
-Metamorphosis, Ovidio, X, vv. 481
âAnd once the storm is over, you wonât remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You wonât even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you wonât be the same person who walked in. Thatâs what this stormâs all about.â
â Haruki Murakami
a volte mi sento talmente tanto in colpa che vorrei smettere di respirare, per il disgusto che ho di me
actually, most of the time iâm not horny at all. i just want to feel something more than sadness. i want to feel needed, wanted (at least in a sexual way)
that somehow fills my existential void. at least, for a while before falling into the abyss again
i want to do new things i want to try new things i want to improve my life in some way but i feel like iâm a prisoner in my own room i also donât know where to start, or even what to do i feel that i will fail no matter what i do iâm afraid, why do i have to be so useless? i wish that my body didnât feel so tired all the time i wish my brain would stop trying to ruin me. i hate it when my brain reminds me of the shit i am i wish my head wouldnât stop me from making friends i wish i could leave my room -Â ăă
sono disgustosamente infelice
non voglio farti stare male, ma a volte quando sei felice ed io no vorrei farti soffrire per farti stare come sto io. Mi sembro un mostro
âLa cosa piĂč coraggiosa che io abbia mai fatto Ăš stata continuare la mia vita quando avrei voluto morire.â
-J. Lewis
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- Charles Baudelaire
it looks like life wants to make fun of me
Nellâangoscia del troppo, la nostalgia del poco
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i just want to fuck until the pain goes away
la perfezione, mio caro, giungerĂ il giorno in cui esalerai lâultimo respiro
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