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E non mi importa se non mi ami più

e non mi importa se non mi vuoi bene.

Dovrò soltanto reimparare a camminare,

Se non ci sei tu.

- Calcutta, “Cosa mi manchi a fare”

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baseball?? that game from twilight?

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Strappami la testa dalle nuvole.

Poi nascondimi, pregami, buttami, accendimi, ascoltami, arrenditi, eliminami

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“do you ever miss me? do you ever think of me in those moments of nothingness? do you ever think back on how we met? do you ever wish we could go back to the 3 am conversations we had? do you ever wish we could just talk till infinity feels no longer than a second? do you ever just miss me?”

— i think i’ve written too many similar posts and i just can’t stop, i am not sorry, i am just sad // justscribbledwords

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“We were too similar in the end. The same side of the same coin. There wasn’t room for the both of us. When we loved, it was beautiful, passionate. When we fought, we fought with the same claws. Three months in, I knew. “You’re going to hurt me,” I told him. “No I won’t.” He said. He had the same kind of stubbornness that I felt every day. The same pride. 4 months in, we had our first fight. “You don’t love me like I love you,” he said. I wanted to cry. Later that night I started sobbing into the sheets and he wrapped his arms around me like a blanket and buried his face into my neck. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” The following morning things were normal again. But there was a heaviness in the air. We’re too similar, I thought. We understand each other too well. We understand how to act in order to cause hurt. Not just a little bit, but with a sharpness that rips to the core. We know how to tear each other apart just like we know how to build each other up. I was terrified. “He’s going to hurt me,” I said to myself. And a voice inside of me said, “but you knew that from the start.””

— Sue Zhao 

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“We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.”

— Unknown

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“La verità è che sei solo un inganno della mia testa”

— Gazzelle, Meltinpot (via drownedmind)

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Corriamo sempre dietro chi non ci aspetta.

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mi manca roma più di qualsiasi altra cosa

Ponte Umberto I | Rome, Italy ~ bendeckalejandro

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sempre in 2 // carl brave x franco126  

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Yes, I miss you,

but no, I won’t talk to you.

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E non mi importa se non mi ami più, e non mi importa se non mi vuoi bene Dovrò soltanto rimparare a camminare Se non ci sei tu

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Ignore me, It’s cool. But when I move on don’t say shit.

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Bisogna contare fino a 10 prima di dire certe cose.