Sometimes silence speaks louder than words
Il vento incalcolabile del sud - Paolo Benvegnù
Polvere di fuoco nelle mani e lettere dipinte sopra i muri forse il tuo sguardo riflette il vento incalcolabile del sud poi ti sei voltata all’improvviso dicendo che non sembrava vero io non ti amo più e c’è qualcosa di più grande ma tutto si perde nel mare nella tua ombra nel vento incalcolabile del sud polvere di fuoco nelle mani vedo il tuo corpo precipitare piano forse il tuo...
Jamie Roberts: Superhero Vectors
brain-food: (see more of his work here)
dearoldlove: I still don`t get 90% of what you do, what you say, or what you actually want with me. The 10% of what I do understand about you is what keeps me sane.
Maybe a Novella
dearoldlove: Our love was only meant to be a short story. Stop coming back into my life to add more pages.
dearoldlove: I know that actions speak louder than words, but what you didn’t say was louder than anything you ever did.
sharing isn't always a good idea
I wonder why I shared most of music films and things I like with you if now, that you are gone, everytime I want to enjoy myself I can’t avoid thinking of you…
dearoldlove: Do you remember what it feels like to kiss me?
dearoldlove: So I didn’t pass your test. I wish you would have at least let me know. I had to realize painfully & slowly that I failed miserably.
Leaving Without Goodbye
dearoldlove: There were so many things I wish you had told me, but goodbye would have been enough.
The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art...– Elie Wiesel
I'm losing my beauty
Sometimes I wonder why it’s so hard to throw you out of my heart it’s like you are attached with claws to his walls and everytime I decide everything it’s ended and I want to forget you I start to cry as if your claws hook up and tear off my tissues Maybe my heart it’s a comfortable place It’s the home where you like to come back to You used it as the...
I would love to walk naked in the park :P
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand...– big kahuna
dearoldlove: You said “I’m sorry” over and over that night. My automatic response when someone says “I’m sorry” is, “It’s okay.” You told me it wasn’t okay. You were right. It wasn’t okay. I’m not okay.