(Fonte: snowvamp)
(Fonte: pleatedjeans)
Su tutte le lucide vette
tremava un sospiro di vento:
squassavano le cavallette
finissimi sistri d’argento
(tintinnii a invisibili porte
che forse non s’aprono più?…)
e c’era quel pianto di morte…
chiù…
G. Pascoli - L’assiuolo (ultima strofa)
A noi, possessori di coperte.
Ignoring fame was my rebellion, in a funny way. I was insistent on being normal and doing normal things. It probably wasn’t advisable to go to college in America and room with a complete stranger. And it probably wasn’t wise to share a bathroom with eight other people in a coed dorm. Looking back, that was crazy.
(Fonte: lovefromwatson)
(Fonte: trailserioeilfaceto)
“
Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris.
Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
Catullo. (via fairyswings)
A City on the Lost Horizon by Ned Scott via The Draftery
