Come visit me in Hell

[sweetpaperswords]

Consigli subliminali dal mio libro di semiotica:

[tulipanico]

A tutte le volte in cui mi è mancato il respiro, in cui mi sono sentita minuscola, persa, impotente, grata. A tutta la bellezza sparsa di quest'anno folle.

[nocuer]

There’s enough war outside, make peace with yourself

[worries-no]

Siamo tutti come il cornicione della pizza, uno scarto per alcuni, la parte migliore per altri.

[noneeh]

Se riuscissi a motivare me stesso come motivo gli altri mi sveglierei ogni giorno come un fottutissimo raggio di sole

[allashesaroundme]

a volte é traumatizzante avere uno specchio enorme in camera e doversi guardare costantemente ma la sera, tipo ora, mi avvolgo nelle coperte come un bruchetto e mi guardo allo specchio e sono simpatica

[rererereree-deactivated20241031]

[thehopefulquotes]

“Far too many people are looking for the right person, instead of trying to be the right person.”

— Gloria Steinem

[thehopefulquotes]

“You’re so hard on yourself. Take a moment. Sit back. Marvel at your life: at the grief that softened you, at the heartache that made you wiser, at the suffering that strengthened you. Despite everything you still grow. Be proud of this.”

— Unknown

[thehopefulquotes]

“People need to be encouraged. People need to be reminded of how wonderful they are. People need to be believed in - told that they are brave and smart and capable of accomplishing all the dreams they dream, and more. Remind each other of this.”

— Stacey Jean Speer

[inbradpitt]

bro she's a piece of art, pin her against the wall

[nakedbiblioscore]

[scazzatissima-deactivated202307]

con me avresti sempre il mio culo tra le mani

[ancientsstudies]

Rome by manutoni24.

[thehopefulquotes]

“Ever since the first day I’d seen him, none of my thoughts made sense. My entire world had turned upside-down, and I had no explanation why.”

— Michelle Madow, Remembrance

[bangley]

me lighting a candle: this will fix all my problems

[quotespile]

“But you play that passage like it’s the memory of love. You’re so young, yet you know desertion, abandonment. That’s why you play that third movement the way you do. Most cellists, they play it with joy. But for you, it’s not about joy, it’s about the memory of a joyful time that’s gone for ever.”

— Kazuo Ishiguro, Nocturnes