I CARE NOT FOR HIS SANITY. I CARE FOR HIS HAPPINESS. I CARE FOR HIS SOUL. LET HIM BE MAD IF MAD IS WHAT HE NEEDS.

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I CARE NOT FOR HIS SANITY. I CARE FOR HIS HAPPINESS. I CARE FOR HIS SOUL. LET HIM BE MAD IF MAD IS WHAT HE NEEDS.
“È simile al rumore di una crepa dentro al marmo, quest'esile dolore che nel vento lento torna. Dovremmo immobili stare ad ascoltarlo, per poi immalinconirsi di quella meraviglia, della fulminea puntura di un attimo felice. Quel rimanere sbigottiti nel sentire che si ha malgrado il cielo, ancora il cuore.”
— MeP - Movimento per l’Emancipazione della Poesia.
The purest form of love is consideration. When someone thinks about how things would make you feel. Pays attention to detail. Holds you in regard when making decisions that could affect you. In any bond, how much they care about you can be found in how much they consider you
la mia morning routine è davvero molto semplice mi alzo e mi chiedo perché
Stephen King, Duma key
Si vede dagli occhi.
I hate it when people are like “get out of your comfort zone” literally every single thing I do in my life feels like me getting out of my comfort zone
Barriers to Intimacy by Olivia de Recat
Quella sensazione appiccicata addosso di essere sempre la seconda, la terza, l'ultima scelta di tutti. Anche di me stesso.
Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
Scrivo perché non so come altro baciarti.
Haruki Murakami
“La vita si restringe o si espande in proporzione al nostro coraggio“
Anaïs Nin
Touching grass isn't enough I need to be-