What man are thou that, thus bescreened in night, so stumblest on my councel?
William Shakespeare
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning (via observando)


"questo è un ottimo punto per baciarsi" oh



A grande richiesta di molti anonimi. ♤

I want to tell you I miss
you with no subtext. No guilt,
no anger, no expectation
that you’ll fix it. I don’t want
you to feel bad or to tell
me it will get better. This
is where we are meant to be
right now – me apart from you,
my hands a little empty and
my heart a little sad.
I just miss you.
I wanted you to know.
- anne, fyi (via brachycephalic)
I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.
- J.D. Salinger (via quotes-shape-us)
Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt use it — don’t cheat with it.
- Ernest Hemingway, “Letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald,” 1962  (via wordsnquotes)

(vía friday links — molly yeh)

be the overflow on Flickr.
A volte perdi una battaglia.
Ma gli indisciplinati vincono sempre la guerra.
- John Green - Cercando Alaska. (via stringimipiuchepuoi)