when things are not FINE / ma.c.a

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when things are not FINE / ma.c.a
“...stories can make someone immortal as long as someone else is willing to listen.”
Adam Silvera, “They Both Die at the End”
I love me in all of me
I love when my mind is on a rampage and I squabble to find a place to sleep my thoughts into
I love when I spill my coffee and sigh a heavy burden as I clean it, or the time when I watch a rom-com movie and pathetically sob for the second lead
I love when I try to write something but the feeling never turns into pages so, I frantically search words after words to connect the dots
I love when a random song plays on a radio and I get all nostalgic, mushy and puff, I burst into tears
And I absolutely love when my nearly dead plant sprouts leaf of life, or the way I stumble upon a long lost memory and roll onto the floor with giggles and laughter
I love when it’s cold outside and I am wrapped up in sweater, underneath the blanket, feeling utterly disappointed to raise up, only to close the door
I love when its 3 am and wail of anguish floods form my eyes and I try to brush it off playing cool, surrendering to sleep
I love when some chores on Sunday afternoon become a long session of ballad, while they are just series of puttering on any regular day
And I love it when I get all excited only to forget what I was about to say and fall into slumber of thoughts
But I love all of it even more when I recollect all of life on a warm summer night with a glass of sweet, bitter wine and fill the pages with memoirs.
-uminonami , diary of thoughts
-smriti
"Che ore sono?" chiese Tatiana.
"Non lo so. Ho tolto l'orologio."
"E perché?"
"Perché volevo che il tempo si fermasse" rispose lui ad occhi chiusi.
- Tatiana&Alexander - Paullina Simons ( via @lonelydarkmountain )
Mirjana Bobić Mojisilović
"I hate pink. Pink is my worst enemy. So is peanut butter. I despise peanut butter."
- my brother, age 7 1/2
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