Leptiri u Stomaku

[metamorphesque]

  ― Elena Ferrante, My Brilliant Friend

[text ID: She was struggling to find, from inside the cage in which she was enclosed, a way of being all her own, that was still obscure to her.]

[ladyscandal]

[mind-over-looks]

“The hardest battle you will ever have to fight is between who you are now and who you want to be.”

— Unknown (via thoughtkick)

[5tn]

[20o1-deactivated20240129-deacti]

it’s normal to feel sad after making the right decision.

[redrola]

[underwelmed]

photographer: delfi carmona

[constellatedlove]

will never get over the fact that we can love people despite there being countries between us. we can miss people we’ve never seen in person. we can connect and bond over hundreds of things without ever needing to be in each others physical presence. we can have half the globe between us and love never falters.

[tisisvestodruganecebit]

Sa tobom bih pio kafu svako jutro u našoj kuhinji, sretan i nasmijan.

[bavilju]

vikendica na moru, zalazak sunca i tvoja ruka u mojoj

[chrissongzzz]

[thepersonalwords]

““Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.” - Haruki Murakami”

—

[bronzyglow]

not to be corny but the sound of rain softly hitting the roof at night is the best thing ever

[barlikorn-deactivated20211226]

Držao bih te za ruku

Nisam to nikad volio

Ali držao bih te za ruku.

Čekao bih da se probudiš jutrom

I da ti kažem kako ništa ljepše nisam vidio u životu

A ti bi sumnjala

Ja bih znao da nisam.

Oči ti sijaju kad si sretna

Ne znam je li iko od svih tih mangupa to primijetio.

Pričao bih ti o slobodi

A šta je sloboda

Šta je više sloboda

Nego kad me tvoje ruke okuju u zagrljaj

Vjerovatno samo smrt.

[vssfu]

[thepersonalquotes]

[inkursion]

@slavenavena