...Dreaming Out Loud...

Denny, i don’t know if i can do this. Tell me i’m doing the right thing.” Denny said the best thing a friend could possibly say in the situation: “I can’t tell you what to do, but i’ll be here for you when you get home.

“

—	A Little Bit Wicked

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The Verve - Sonnet

“My friend and me
Looking through her red box of memories
Faded I’m sure
But love seems to stick in her veins you know

Why can’t you see
That nature has its way of warning me
Eyes open wide
Looking at the heavens with a tear in my eye

Sinking faster than a boat without a hull
My lord
Dreaming about the day when I can see you there
My side
By my side

Here we go again and my head is gone, my lord
I stop to say hello
‘Cause I think you should know, by now
By now”

fired-his-six-shots-to-the-wind:

From “It’s kind of a funny story” by Ned Vizzini.

deadpaint:

Claude Monet, Nympheas II

svuotatoio:

sylvies-swamp:

- Beh meglio tardi che mai.
- No, tardi non è meglio. Tardi è tardi!

“

—	This must be the place (via nuvolieri)

Ieri ho chiamato la mia ragazza “papà”

soggetti-smarriti:

brondybux:

Ho sentito la risata di Freud rieccheggiare in cielo.

Conosco uno bravo davvero, prende 45 euro a seduta, senza ricevuta.

That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I can’t find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and they told him that the world had run out of glasses and he would just have to do without.

“

—	Looking for Alaska, John Green (via leeedialove)