cause
I’ve been forced to digest this wasteful emptiness.

I’m supposed to laugh as if there’s nothing going on.
I know life goes on regardless,
but nothing’s been the same
since you’ve been gone,
since you’ve been gone,
since you’ve been gone.

(1)

thedailytask:

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thedailytask:

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(via largerloves)


il nome clinico è “sindrome di pippo baudo” che, se ben amalgamata col resto della propria vita, porta ad avere un numero spropositato di seguaci che scodinzolano contenti. quindi, se rendi felici le persone (assimilabili ai cani, ma tant’è), si tratta di una sindrome tutto sommato considerata d’utilità sociale, nonostante parta da una necessità ad personam. in fondo tutti hanno bisogno di un vishnu da venerare.

ma quando pensi d’aver inventato financo lo scaccolamento, ecco, quello è il momento di ricoverarsi.

se pensi di esserne affetto e riesci a comprendere di cosa sto parlando:

a) sei sulla via della guarigione.
b) stai chiamando i tuoi avvocati per capire se ci sono gli estremi per diffidare un non-devoto.

 

cloudyskiesandcatharsis:

Fictitious Dishes, Famous Meals From Literature by Dinah Fried.

(via gimmetheheat)

(libri che continuano a farmi male)

So we dream on. Thus we invent our lives. We give ourselves a sainted mother, we make our father a hero; and someone’s older brother and someone’s older sister – they become our heroes too. We invent what we love and what we fear. There is always a brave lost brother – and a little lost sister, too. We dream on and on: the best hotel, the perfect family, the resort life. And our dreams escape us almost as vividly as we can imagine them… That’s what happens, like it or not. And because that’s what happens, this is what we need: we need a good, smart bear… Coach Bob knew it all along: you’ve got to get obsessed and stay obsessed. You have to keep passing the open windows.

Just when you begin thinking of yourself as memorable, you run into someone who can’t even remember having met you.

«Don’t you understand?», he would say, «You imagine the story better than I remember it».

You take every opportunity given you in this world, even if you have too many opportunities. One day, the opportunities stop, you know.

«Safer than we are», I told Franny. «Safer than love».
«Let me tell ya kid», Franny said to me, squeezing my hand. «Everything’s safer than love».

(john irving, hotel new hampshire)

the moment we meet

wait.

Are all the dishes intact?
Let them be broken
It’s easy to be
Easy and Free
When it doesn’t mean anything
You remain selfless, cold and
Composed

a una cosa non mi abituerò mai: la fitta di dolore tra le costole [lo sterno, ricordati lo sterno] causata da alcuni silenzi. perché poi fanno così male, non riuscirò mai a capirlo.

the dead fish museum

My ideal life is a quiet one. I like to read, to sit still in the same chair, with the lampshade at a certain angle, alone, or with Meagan nearby, and now and then, if I’m lucky, I’ll come across a lovely phrase or fine sentiment, look up from my book, and feel the harmony of some notion, the justice of it, and know that everything is there. That’s life to me, those privately discovered moments.

Charles D’Ambrosio.

le occhiaie da mare sono le migliori.

le occhiaie da mare sono le migliori.

le mogli: quelle di cui ci si lamenta e da cui si torna sempre, alla fine.

quando cliché e grande verità coincidono. ma si fa prima a dire quando questo non accade. 

gente che esalta lo stare a roma d’estate: voi vi drogate e manco lo sapete.

step by step
(recovery)