#quotes on tumblr
“I wish I was an easier person to live”
-Day 576
“We are two broken people trying to put each other back together”
-Day 572
“I will love you until that’s the only thing that I know”
-Day 570
“Garden
The butterflies you planted in my stomach are trying to escape
I feel their tiny feet crawling up my throat
The flutter of their wings
They want to be set free
We both want to be free
I fear that I will not die by the hands of old age
But by the hands of my lover
I told you i always wanted a garden
So you planted seeds in my skin
To watch me flourish
To become the one thing I always wanted
But what you don’t realize
Or maybe you do
Is that the roots have dug their way into my flesh
Draining the blood out of my veins to make themselves flourish
But at least they will be pretty
Will you pick the flowers growing from my decaying body to show everyone what a beautiful garden you can make?”
-Day 569
“You make me happy in ways I didn’t think could happen.”
-Day 568
“I fear I will not die by the hands of old age but instead by the hands of a lover”
-Day 567
Happiness is
when going to sleep
is no longer a means
of escape.
- faraway.
Capita a volte di sentirsi per un minuto felici. Non fatevi cogliere dal panico: é questione di un attimo e passa.
Gesualdo Bufalino.
I worry there is something broken in our generation;
there are so many sad eyes on happy faces.
- Atticus.
Come tanti altri anch'io ero diventato schiavo della tendenza al nido IKEA. […] Se vedevo qualcosa di ingegnoso come un tavolinetto a forma di ying yang dovevo averlo. Il componibile personale per ufficio della Klipsk, la cyclette della Hovetrekke, il divano Ohamshab a strisce verdi della Strinne, perfino le lampade Ryslampa fatte di carta non candeggiata per un ambiente rilassante. Sfogliavo quei cataloghi e mi domandavo “quale tipo di salotto mi caratterizza come persona?”. Avevo tutto. Anche i piatti di vetro con piccole bolle e imperfezioni, prova che erano stati realizzati da onesti semplici operosi indigeni artigiani di… Dunque… Una volta leggevamo pornografia, ora siamo passati ad arredomania.
Fight Club, 1999
Suddenly all the songs were about you.
You are my 2 AM thoughts
