fidati di me †
Il mio nome non è bello, l'età è solo un numero, Italy.
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a common thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a common thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
(via everythjnghaschanged)
(Fonte: lamanocelastringiamofortenoi, via tinascondotralecostole)
Un giorno, qualcuno ti stringerà così forte, da farti sentire salva da tutte quelle macerie che avevi sul cuore.
