Handle with care.
e pensavo dondolato dal vagone
cara amica il tempo prende il tempo dà
noi corriamo sempre in una direzione
ma qual sia e che senso abbia chi lo sa
restano i sogni senza tempo
le impressioni di un momento
le luci nel buio di case intraviste da un treno:
siamo qualcosa che non resta
frasi vuote nella testa
e il cuore di simboli pieno
guccini
(via rosesandcherubim) (via thisissoweird)
“ Ti piace ricordarne il sorriso che non ti ha fatto e che tu le hai deciso in un vuoto di felicità ”
Fabrizio De Andrè (via kandrakar) (via thisissoweird) (via elicriso)
“ …You say hello, inside I’m screaming I love you
You say goodnight, in my mind
I’m sleeping next to you… ”
Mixtape. Butch Walker. (via hit-or-miss) (via quote-book)(via starkravingchristian)(via tatmanblue) (via constantflux)
…perchè basta anche un niente per essere felici,
basta vivere come le cose che dici,
e dividerti in tutti gli amori che hai
per non perderti, perderti, perderti mai…
(via apneadiparole)
lightsthatnevergoout: cheppalleee: thatwasjustyourlife: charmwithasmile: themarinegeek: come up to meet you, to tell you I’m sorry.
“ rate yourself and rape yourself,
take all the courage you have left
wasted on fixing all the problems
that you made in your own head ”
s7efano: chiarachiari: michellardi: xreighted:
The Cure - Friday I’m in Love.
I don’t care if Monday’s blue
Tuesday’s grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don’t care about you
It’s Friday, I’m in love
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Oh, Thursday doesn’t even start
It’s Friday I’m in love
Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate…
I don’t care if Mondays black
Tuesday, Wednesday - heart attack
Thursday, never looking back
It’s Friday, I’m in love
Monday, you can hold your head
Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed
Or Thursday - watch the walls instead
It’s Friday, I’m in love.
Patrick Wolf - Lycanthropy
I was once a boy
till I cut my penis off
and I grew a hairy skull
of stubborn fire
Then I was a girl
till I sewed my hole up
and I grew a hairy heart
of dark desire
But
there’s no answer, just surrender
send all your barriers into the fire
and
let no foot mark your ground
let no hand hold you down
You were once so sad
till you cut your suffer off
now you please yourself
and fight your own wars
and you were once so weak
till you sewed your wounds up
now you’ve learnt to sing
about sun and shine
Be you own hero
be your own saviour
send all your suffering
into the fire
(Una canzone che mi farei tatuare.)
