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Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding. Find out what you already know and you will see the way to fly. Richard Bach, #jonathanlivingstonseagull

#jonathanlivingstonseagull

poesianellimmondizia

Ad un certo punto bisogna saper andar via. Io sono il tipo che vuol sempre restare fino all’ultimo, fino a che la festa non è finita, finché c’è vita c’è speranza, fino a che non mi dici chiaramente che è ora di andare. Invece dovrei imparare a sparire, a un certo punto, perché tanto alle persone piace sentire la mancanza di qualcuno, più della sua presenza. Fanno così: dicono che vorrebbero qualcuno che non se ne vada mai, poi lo trovano e sai a chi pensano? A chi non c’è.

Charles Bukowski (via poesianellimmondizia)

qualcosasiamostati

“Possiamo anche non sentirci per mesi, ma basta un gesto ed è tutto come prima. Certi legami non li spieghi, sono così è basta.”

Qualcosasiamostati (via qualcosasiamostati)

Pictures

Does it ever happen to you to go for a picture for documents to be taken and it's so awful that you're wondering why the person who take it hates you? So, I don't if I should go and take another one, and obviously I should pay for it again ... Any suggestions? :)

#badpictures #pictures

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In short, Mort was one of those people who are more dangerous than a bag full of rattlesnakes. He was determined to discover the underlying logic behind the universe… which was going to be hard, because there wasn’t one.

Terry Pratchett, Mort (via imagesofinnocence)

lyngroser

Tiffany Aching

Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.

quotemadness

If you don’t turn your life into a story, you just become a part of someone else’s story.

Terry Pratchett (via quotemadness)

I'm really tired of people liking me at the first glance... Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered, just it's so disappointing nobody likes the real me, everyone are attracted by the crazy easy going funny person, which is perfect for a party or a night, but then, when we are talking seriously ... It is...kind of bitter-sweet sensation. Because you see, I am not exactly attractive person, I'm not the most beautiful girl in the room, not even in the top ten (well, if there are only another 9 girls then probably I would be number ten 😁) and still there will be always someone who would like to ...talk to me. And I take it as a compliment but cannot be truly pleased, just because I know this person would run as fast as he can, if he knew me for real.. Only if he knew how moody I am, how shy in "private", how spontaneous and impulsive... And most of everything, now, after years of repressing who I am, my authentic feelings and whole being, in the name of "love", of being part of the couple, of the community, of the humanity, of the normality .. I wanna smash everything, and set me free! Breaking the habit! And I am afraid no one could accept me for who I am ... I'm actually conscious about it ... And it hurts, it really does ... And trying to please the people ... It's hard work... Trying to please myself... Mission impossible ... So far ... So guys: do you really believe there is someone out there for each and everyone of us? What about if I met that person and I let it go? What about if he is dead and I never managed to meet him? What about as my friends say "I'm so great by myself, so self sufficient that I don't need anyone", what about if ...and this is the one that really scares me...what about if I'm not able to love anyone again? Am I scared of falling in love only because I'm afraid no one would love me back?! And if this is true, am I not making things even worse by even thinking about it? I'm petrified... The idea to spend my life alone terrifies me...the thought of meeting new people and eventually live the rest of my life with one of them frightens me. I'm not pretty, I'm not smart, I'm not rich, I'm not a saint ...but also I'm not ugly, I'm not dumb, I'm not poor and I have values... I'm trying every day, with no big success so far, to be someone else, a better version of me, even though I know who I am, I know where I am coming from... Do you know who you are? Do you recall who you were? I don't believe in regrets! It's all experience and it's part of who we are, all the good and bad happened in my life made me the person who I am today .... So, seriously, this is just a little part of what crosses my mind each and every second... You do understand my concern that no one will be able to support me once the alcohol vapour is gone, don't you? 😁 do you feel the same ... Sometimes? Ever? Never?