vogliosorridere

Alma

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

you’re allowed to get up one day and just decide to change who you are. dress differently, speak up more, laugh out loud even though you’ve never liked your laugh, say what you want to, say hey to people you wouldn’t normally, get that confidence going. we don’t have to stay the way people see us out of the fear that they won’t like the us we want to be.

[floatingmirrorsdeactivated]

[gorgonology]

“In my personal experience, women raise their voices because they feel like they aren’t being listened to. Men raise their voices because they feel like they aren’t being obeyed”

I want this tattooed on my face

[thememacat]

Hitting that reblog button hard and fast

[liftedandgiftedd]

I appreciate people that are patient with me while I’m distant and trying to figure myself out

[unspokengrief]

im so scared the rest of my life is gonna feel like this

[sheabutterbitch]

I pray we can all sleep well tonight and wake up Monday morning feeling well rested and hopeful for a calm, fulfilling, and forgiving week.

[ascoltailmiosguardo]

[estar-a-oscuras]

✖️

[tuttopassaenonsaluta]

Entra pure, prego, fa come fossi in cuor tuo, siediti, serviti, lo so, c'è un po’ di disordine e non hai visto la testa, li c'è un casino… ma la metterò a posto.

[allwereallyneedisweed]

Everything touches me, but nothing holds me.

[pettymvmi-deactivated20190907]

if you’re reading this i hope you find the strength to get through whatever it is that’s causing you so much trouble or pain at the moment

[nothingistruer-thandeath]

A person becomes 10 times attractive not by their looks but by their acts of kindness, love, respect, honesty and loyalty they show.

[themostbeautifulanimals]

[youredangerousforme]

goodnight babe

[missmentelle]

At age 23, Tina Fey was working at a YMCA. At age 23, Oprah was fired from her first reporting job.  At age 24, Stephen King was working as a janitor and living in a trailer. 

At age 27, Vincent Van Gogh failed as a missionary and decided to go to art school.   At age 28, J.K. Rowling was a suicidal single parent living on welfare.

At age 28, Wayne Coyne ( from The Flaming Lips) was a fry cook. At age 30, Harrison Ford was a carpenter.  At age 30, Martha Stewart was a stockbroker.  At age 37, Ang Lee was a stay-at-home-dad working odd jobs. Julia Child released her first cookbook at age 39, and got her own cooking show at age 51. Vera Wang failed to make the Olympic figure skating team, didn’t get the Editor-in-Chief position at Vogue, and designed her first dress at age 40. Stan Lee didn’t release his first big comic book until he was 40. Alan Rickman gave up his graphic design career to pursue acting at age 42. Samuel L. Jackson didn’t get his first movie role until he was 46.

Morgan Freeman landed his first movie role at age 52. Kathryn Bigelow only reached international success when she made The Hurt Locker at age 57. Grandma Moses didn’t begin her painting career until age 76. Louise Bourgeois didn’t become a famous artist until she was 78. Whatever your dream is, it is not too late to achieve it. You aren’t a failure because you haven’t found fame and fortune by the age of 21. Hell, it’s okay if you don’t even know what your dream is yet. Even if you’re flipping burgers, waiting tables or answering phones today, you never know where you’ll end up tomorrow. Never tell yourself you’re too old to make it. 

Never tell yourself you missed your chance. 

Never tell yourself that you aren’t good enough. 

You can do it. Whatever it is. 

[technoelfie]

This is so worth reblogging!

[nordiskstormhatt]

Thank you!

[theselfcarelifestyle]

You can always start again. Clean out your social media. Create a new account for your new taste in music. Study or work in a new city. Start socialising with new people. Choose a new signature scent and style and purge the outdated parts of yourself. If you don’t like where you’re at, but you don’t know what to do about it - try starting again.

[mjalti]

I know it sounds fake but you really do have a lot of silent lovers on this planet who look at you and wish they had your smile or your hair color or your humor or your intellect or your intentions or your heart, your manners, your eyes, your ease, even just you. People who are too shy to tell you what they admire about you or what they wish for you or who they see themselves becoming bc of you & they’re too shy to tell you. even tho it isn’t verbalized, the universe has still heard and the universe has loved you for helping out on its creations. You’re that person. You’re you.

[thetowndrugdealer]

“you look tired, are you???“  “no, im just ugly”

[netristezzanedoloresolonostalgia]

“L’hai amata, vero?” Lui sospirò. “Come posso risponderti? Lei era matta.” sorrise, perso in qualche ricordo. Si passò una mano fra i capelli: “Dio se era tutta matta. Ogni giorno mi svegliavo accanto a una donna diversa”. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ Una volta intraprendente, l’altra impacciata. Una volta esuberante, l’altra timida. Era mille donne, lei. Ma il profumo era sempre lo stesso, inconfondibile. Era quella la mia unica certezza. Era il profumo dei viaggi che doveva ancora fare, mi diceva. Le chiedevo cosa volesse dire ma non me lo spiegava mai. Mi sorrideva sapeva di fregarmi con quel sorriso, quando sorrideva io non capivo più nulla. Non sapevo più parlare ne pensare. Niente, zero. C’era all'improvviso solo lei! Era matta” rise “tutta matta”. A volte si perdeva a guardare un mappamondo o un quadro, ci volevano ore perché tornasse in sé. E quella sua mania di mettersi sempre i pantaloni… Non l’ho mai vista con una gonna, sai? A volte piangeva, dicono che in quel caso le donne vogliono solo un abbraccio Lei no, lei si innervosiva a starmi vicino in quei momenti. Si vestiva e stava in giardino tutta la notte, e guai a raggiungerla. Mi ordinava di lasciarla sola. La sentivo piangere, ancora oggi sono convinto che parlasse con qualcuno, in quelle notti terribili. C’era qualcosa in lei, amico mio. Non so che cosa, ma non era una ragazza normale. C’era qualcosa in lei, o c’erano altre ragazze in lei, ancora oggi non te lo so dire. Non so dove si trova adesso ma scommetto che è ancora alla ricerca di sogni Era matta tutta matta, ma l’ho amata da impazzire.” Bukowski