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stella cadente

il futuro è incerto,

perché aspettare?

Perché pensarci troppo?

Nessuno conosce

il mistero del perpetuo divenire.

La vita è breve, brilla

come una stella cadente,

ed è già svanita.

Ma chi resta a guardare

il cielo notturno?

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feelings

i don't know how to feel

i'm so scared i won't ever know

and i wish it was easy

but when my heart is pounding,

my head gets dizzy,

my throat is tight and i keep losing

my breath.

i'm falling into the dark,

drowning in despair,

panic cuts off my air.

my soul is tearing apart.

why is it so hard to feel my feelings?

i might drown in love,

or be consumed by my tears,

golden fingers would caress my skin

and i'd get numb 'til i can't feel again.

i don't want anyone to set fire on me,

so that i'm locked and she throws out the key.

i'm scared of her crawling in my nightmares,

igniting a light so bright she can see my scars.

jealousy feels like a knot in my throat,

so tight i'm convinced i'm not in control.

my blood rushes to my forehead and cheeks,

a bright red flame is incinerating me.

i wanna talk but my tongue is split in two,

please reassure me if you feel that too.

i'm falling into the dark,

drowning in despair,

panic cuts off my air.

my soul is tearing apart.

why is it so hard to feel my feelings?

i might drown in love,

or be consumed by my tears,

golden fingers would caress my skin

and i'd get numb 'til i can't feel again.

i don't want anyone to set fire on me,

so that i'm locked and she throws out the key.

i'm scared of her crawling in my nightmares,

igniting a light so bright she can see my scars.

anxiety is stronger than rage,

it overwhelms my body and i can't breathe.

but pain is what i get

if i ask you the same questions all over again.

please, get me out of my head.

i know you're hurt and i am too,

is there even a way to make it through?

feeling my feelings sure is hard,

but if i refuse them i'll never become what i want,

and i don't care if i'll cry by november,

'cause all i really want is to remember

that i lived a life full of colors, full of love.

i wish someone set fire on me,

she'll get the keys and we'll be stuck together.

i'm scared of her crawling in my nightmares,

but i'll hand her a candle and let her see my scars.

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hello everyone, it's been a long while since i posted anything on here. actually i needed a break because of stuff irl, but now i'm so back!

i'm writing some songs, i'm learning to play ukulele 'cause i'd like to both sing and play. it's been fun and i want to post something on here... well, 'cause i can, you know :3

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if i killed myself tonight

would you finally call

and ask if im alright

or would you ignore me

like that beggar on the street

be honest please

im jumping off a bridge

while you continue to think nothing of me

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“I need a life that isn’t just about needing to escape my life.”

— Robert Polito

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Wesky 😌

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“If you knew how hard it was, and how long it took, to rebuild my little universe of peace and happiness then you would understand why I’m so picky about who I allow in my life.”

— Weird People

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Reblog for larger sample size whatever

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ALT

Ursula K. Le Guin, “Learning Latin in Old Age” (from Finding My Elegy: New and Selected Poems, 2012)

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Lymantriine Moths by itchydogimages

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oh uh. scuse me. just a lil snail crossing your dash

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Hey guys! I'm writing my thesis about English use on the web and what characterise most the language used here on Tumblr, so I decided to do a poll in which you have to choose whether the language used here is to be considered a dialect or a register.

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swordtember: c r o w n

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“I’d much rather have one great person to talk to every night than have several pointless conversations with temporary people.”

— Unknown

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“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.”

— Anne Sexton