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lernjargui · 8 months
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lernjargui · 8 months
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Don’t ever put your happiness in someone else’s hands. They’ll drop it. They’ll drop it everytime.
C.Barzak
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lernjargui · 8 months
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I went to the place where we come from, the sea, and asked how to live. Air and water touched me,  coming and going. And along with the whole earth,  I breathed. This is how, little one,  the sea whispered,  this is how we live.
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lernjargui · 8 months
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“It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.”
— John Updike, My Father’s Tears and Other Stories
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lernjargui · 9 months
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“People think being alone makes you lonely, but I don’t think that’s true. Being surrounded by the wrong people is the loneliest thing in the world.”
— Unknown
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lernjargui · 9 months
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If you sit down at night  and pay attention to the sky,  you can listen to the stars listening to you. It’s a silent melody that won’t reach  your ears but will reach your heart  and it will make you understand  that you are not alone.
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lernjargui · 11 months
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lernjargui · 11 months
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lernjargui · 11 months
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lernjargui · 11 months
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Catch me if you can, working on my tan
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lernjargui · 11 months
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lernjargui · 11 months
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lernjargui · 11 months
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“I’m not too gone to be healed, am I? / I’m not too gone am I?”
— Alice Notley, from In the Pines
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lernjargui · 11 months
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lernjargui · 1 year
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“Penso che profumi di un odore che mi piacerà sempre.”
— Margaret Mazzantini, Venuto Al Mondo
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lernjargui · 1 year
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“Mi era rimasta addosso una strana malinconia. Mi sono stretta al mio corpo solitario e, passo dopo passo, diventavo sempre più triste. Sapevo il motivo, il motivo di quella tristezza. Avevo voglia d'amore anch'io, di carezze furtive, di un cuore in subbuglio.”
— Margaret Mazzantini.
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lernjargui · 1 year
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Perché non riesco a fidarmi?
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