Life is worth living

Dea /20years old /Napoli/“But you can save me?"

[storyop1]

[titaniumstark]

Me posting on tumblr:

[cwunch]

[northernitaly-1983]

Somewhere in Northern Italy - 1983

[billandteds]

⚡ 80s movie asks

bill and ted’s excellent adventure: are you more of an optimist or pessimist?

back to the future: which decade in the last century would you most have liked to live in?

the breakfast club: which high school stereotype do you fit into best?

ferris bueller’s day off: what’s your guilty pleasure?

footloose: who did you last dance with?

the goonies: what was the last thing to make you laugh?

the outsiders: why is your best friend your best friend?

the lost boys: would you rather be immortal or objectively beautiful to everyone?

labyrinth: what’s the relationship with your siblings like?

the karate kid: when did you last have to work really hard to achieve something you’re proud of?

stand by me: why did you last go on a road trip?

pretty in pink: what’s your signature ‘look’?

drugstore cowboy: which historical figure most spikes your interest?

ghostbusters: where were you when you watched your favourite movie for the first time?

sixteen candles: at which age do you consider a person to be mature?

dirty dancing: where were you when you first heard your favourite song?

better off dead: why did you last laugh so hard it reduced you to tears?

heathers: did you apologise the last time you were unreasonably mean?

parenthood: is there anyone you’re not biologically related to that you consider ‘family’?

permanent record: where were you the last time you told someone you loved them?

st. elmo’s fire: what’s one piece advice you would give to someone two years younger than yourself?

dangerous liaisons: which language would you most like to learn?

rumble fish: who do you look to for guidance in times of need?

e.t.: what’s one ‘weird’ feature that you love about yourself?

young guns: what’s one style that you love on others, but would never try yourself?

oxford blues: why did you last pretend to be something you’re not?

dead poet’s society: the last time you made a decision that everyone around you told you not to make, how did it work out?

[stars-bean]

Winnie the Pooh: Seasons of Giving (1999)

[apatia17-5]

Amore e odio sono uguali dopo anni, quando ne parli

Senti quel fuoco sopra i palmi quasi bruciarti

Ricordi come fosse ieri di come vi siete innamorati

Però poi scordi il motivo per cui ti lasci

Devi frenare come a un posto di blocco

Continuo a rompere ogni cosa che tocco

Come un bambino con le mani di un mostro

In una vetrina coi cristalli sul bordo

Amami come se mi odiassi

Sogniamo soltanto ciò che può ancora avverarsi

Nel caos delle cose noi siamo qui ad abbracciarci

Bagnati come dopo due orgasmi e negli occhi fantasmi

Mi vieni in mente come lampi di notte

Mi piaci sempre quando fai le tue mosse

Se sono triste, vuoi distrarmi per forza

Camera mia diventa camera nostra

[sweetnovember19]

[yuukihiro-deactivated20211225]

¿Te sientes constantemente vacío por dentro?

Do you constantly feel empty inside?

Photos by Dead by inside.

[deadbyinsidee]

every night

[ilmattinohaloroinbocca]

Mi piace quel senso di attesa. E' come la sensazione che si prova uscendo di casa la mattina presto, quando per le strade non c'è ancora nessuno. Quando ti siedi in un bar dalle parti del mare, prendi il tuo caffè o il tuo cappuccino e aspetti. Le strade si riempiono a poco a poco e tu provi un senso di consapevolezza e di appartenenza a qualcosa di fuggevole ed eterno

Gianrico Carfoglio da Ragionevoli dubbi

[dailysailormoon]

[greenblueeyes]

Guardame int'all'uocchie senza parlà

[sangueesangria]

Ti penso al tramonto tra luci e sirene, spezzami queste catene.

Gemitaiz x Liberato

[esuemmanuel]

Tú me quemas, me ampollas, me ardes, me dueles… ¡Tú, tú y tú! ¿No lo ves? ¿No lo entiendes? Me orillas al abismo, me ahogas de calor, me hierves en el fuego de tu mísera pasión, y no cesas… ¡No, no cesas aunque te suplique perdón! Por cada gimoteo que nace de mis trémulos labios, una gota nace y resbala de tu profunda dilatación. Me queda, sólo me queda, caer… Dejarme vencer por tus ardientes hechizos del querer. Pero, no caigo, no lo hago, únicamente pretendo que me he lanzado… mas cuelgo, sólo cuelgo, de tu pecho inanimado, del ósculo que tienes pintarrajeado en los labios y de esa oscuridad lasciva que me traga sin reparos. Una y otra y otra vez, las veces que sean, hasta repetir este ciclo eterno entre la ira y la monserga.

— Esu Emmanuel©️, You burn me, you blister me, you hurt me… You, you and you! Can’t you see it? You don’t understand it? You edge me to the abyss, you suffocate me with heat, you boil me in the fire of your paltry passion, and you don’t stop… No, you don’t stop even if I beg your forgiveness! For every whine that comes from my trembling lips, a drop is born and slips from your deep dilation. I have left, I only have left, to fall… Let myself be overcome by your burning spells of love. But, I don’t fall, I don’t, I only pretend that I have thrown myself… but I hang, I only hang, from your inanimate chest, from the kiss that you have smeared on your lips and from that lascivious darkness that swallows me without hesitation. Over and over and over again, as many times as they are, until repeating this eternal cycle between anger and confusion.

[esuemmanuel]

El silencio sólo sirve para meditar. Para escribir se necesita ruido, caos, locura, sed sin saciedad, hambre de palabras que obligue a ultrajar a todas esas voces flojas que no quieren hablar.

— Esu Emmanuel©️, Silence only serves to meditate. To write you need noise, chaos, madness, thirst without satiety, hunger for words that forces you to outrage all those lazy voices that don’t want to speak.

[lesmotsquejauraisaimeecrire]

Juillet.

La nuit avait démissionné, le ciel pissait du verre pilé.

«La Rouille», Eric Richer, Éditions de l'Ogre, 2018, p.14