Aries:	Yeah hold on I'm just going to make a really risky decision...
Taurus:	OKAY WHO SAID I WAS WRONG?! FUCK YOU, BITCH I AM RIGHT.
Gemini:	Commitment? FUCK. RUN AWAY!
Cancer:	*sobbing hysterically in a corner*
Leo:	EVERYONE LOOK AT HOW BEAUTIFUL I AM. DAMMIT, I SAID LOOK! FUCK!
Virgo:	LOOK AT THE MESS OF THIS FUCKING PLACE!
Libra:	ORDER! ORDER IN THE COURT!
Scorpio:	SO. FUCKING. HORNY. ALL. THE. TIME.
Sagittarius:	CAN EVERYONE HURRY THE FUCK UP.
Capricorn:	*busy scheming ambitiously in a corner*
Aquarius:	*not even paying attention to anyone and is lost in their own dreamland*
Pisces:	I still have no idea what I want. Nor what is going on.

"Se tutto il resto perisse, e lei rimanesse, io coninuerei ad esistere; e ,se tutto il resto rimasse e lei fosse annientata, l’universo diverrebbe per me un’immensa cosa estranea."

"Se io amo questa persona, mi sento uno con lei, ma con lei così com’è, e non come dovrebbe essere per adattarsi a me."

"Avevamo da dirci tutto, ma non il modo per dirlo."

"L’amore non è un vestito già confezionato, ma stoffa da tagliare, preparare e cucire. Non è un appartamento “chiavi in mano”, ma una casa da concepire, costruire, conservare e, spesso, riparare."

My face when I went on Youtube today

simply-sylvia:

(via cobrasfapship)

"

I Am Vertical

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one’s longevity and the other’s daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them —
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

"

"

somehwere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

any experience,your eyes have their silence:

in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,

or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me

though i have closed myself as fingers,

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i

and my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,

as when the heart of this flower imagines

the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

the power of your intense fragility: whose texture

compels me with the colour of its countries,

rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes

and opens;only something in me understands

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands

"

"Stringimi la mano e non lasciarla mai.
Anche se queste mie dita tremanti non recano né il filo rosso del destino né anelli che promettono amore eterno."