this is just a little private diary of a young 17 italian men - « To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And, by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep…
No more, and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep.
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life,
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th’oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despis’d love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. »

“Avete presente la canzone dei gemelli diversi nel verso che dice ” quella bestia non è tuo papà “? Ecco non credo proprio.”

“Alcuni , semplicemente capitano per caso nelle vite sbagliate di chi li ha messi al mondo”

“Il regalo più grande sei tu”

Mi ha letto dentro

Mi ha letto dentro

“Bisogna convivere con il dolore, bisogna farlo e basta.”

“❤se tu mi spezzasi il cuore sarebbe un privilegio💔”

“Lascia che io sia
Il tuo brivido più grande ❤”

“I wanna be disgustingly sad”



Ogni bacio è una riga in corsivo
Ogni tocco è una frase che si ridefinisce

Every kiss is a cursive line
Every touch is a redefining phrase.

- Turning Page

“Perdere l’amore fa

“I’m ugly but I have the music.”