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(634) April 22, 2014
via savvydarling (originally winternals)
(2740) April 22, 2014
via sound-ofscreams (originally rap-longa-vida)
(919) April 22, 2014
via f-u-g-i-t-i-v-o (originally s-pell)
(407) April 22, 2014
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(86817) April 22, 2014
via egoteque (originally iamnotgayloljk-deactivated20131)

bxllv:

have u ever been around a really hot girl and u had to remind yourself to contain the gay

(25) April 22, 2014
via egoteque (originally 1hollygolightly1)
“«Mi chiamarono la ragazza dei giacinti.»
- Eppure quando tornammo, a ora tarda, dal giardino dei giacinti,
Tu con le braccia cariche, con i capelli madidi, io non potevo
Parlare, mi si annebbiavano gli occhi, non ero
Né vivo né morto, e non sapevo nulla, mentre guardavo il silenzio,
Il cuore della luce.
Oed’ und leer das Meer.”
T.S Eliot, da La Terra Desolata. (via egoteque)

(Source: 1hollygolightly1)

(380) April 22, 2014
via egoteque (originally ruedescascades)
“Come sempre, in tutte le cose, o che rideva, o che s’incazzava, o che la menavano, per metà aveva paura sul serio, per metà era invece come se lei non c’entrasse, stupita soltanto per quello che le capitava.”
Pier Paolo Pasolini, Una vita violenta. (via egoteque)

(Source: ruedescascades)

(1019) April 22, 2014
via egoteque (originally bienenkiste)
(3155) April 22, 2014
via egoteque (originally ilikeartalot2-deactivated201207)
(4337) April 22, 2014
via egoteque (originally abojamal)
(100056) April 22, 2014
via ribcaqe (originally 420sadgirlsclub)
(5522) April 22, 2014
via f-u-g-i-t-i-v-o (originally e-eyes)
(0) April 22, 2014
tagged: illusion.
  • Him:You know I will be yours forever. We will be forever. You know that, right?
  • Her:I know it's a lie.
  • Him:...
  • Her:But I know it's a lie you believe in, and I have to admit you make me believe - actually, you make me feel it - as well.
(0) April 21, 2014
tagged: ausencia. borges.
“Habré de levantar la vasta vida
que aún ahora es tu espejo:
cada mañana habré de reconstruirla.
Desde que te alejaste,
cuántos lugares se han tornado vanos
y sin sentido, iguales
a luces en el día.
Tardes que fueron nichos de tu imagen,
músicas en que siempre me aguardabas;
palabras de aquel tiempo,
yo tendré que quebrarlas con mis manos.
¿En qué hondonada esconderé mi alma
para que no vea tu ausencia
que como un sol terrible, sin ocaso,
brilla definitiva y despiadada?
Tu ausencia me rodea
como la cuerda a la garganta,
el mar al que se hunde.”
Ausencia, Jorge Luis Borges
(40) April 21, 2014
via qualcunoconcuicorrere (originally uncasoumano)

"Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines". ||| Marta, 19, Italy. ||| I love Philosophy, coffee, books, tea, handwritten pages, wandering through the woods.