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telesenzalcuncolore:
Ecco. - http://neemerya.tumblr.com/post...
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We dance for laughter, we dance for tears, we dance for madness, we dance for fears, we dance for hopes, we dance for screams, we are the dancers, we create the dreams. - http://neemerya.tumblr.com/post...
nella primavera del 42 i marciapiedi erano pieni di cadaveri. la gente passava senza guardarli, faceva finta di non vederli. era proibito guardarli. era proibito soffrire. - http://neemerya.tumblr.com/post...
Ma da queste profonde ferite usciranno farfalle libere. - http://neemerya.tumblr.com/post...
free-your-mind:
Background Photo: amanda. m. jansson. - http://neemerya.tumblr.com/post...
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Vi auguro sogni a non finire e la voglia furiosa di realizzarne qualcuno. Vi auguro di amare quel che va amato e dimenticare quel che va dimenticato. Vi auguro passioni. Vi auguro silenzi. Vi auguro canti di uccelli al risveglio e risate di bambini. Vi auguro di resistere all’arenamento, all’indifferenza, alle virtù negative della nostra epoca.... - http://neemerya.tumblr.com/post...
Lose your dreams and you might lose your mind. - http://neemerya.tumblr.com/post...
…two women sailors became the first to share the coveted “first kiss” on the dock after one of them returned from 80 days at sea. - http://neemerya.tumblr.com/post...
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything,
That’s how the light gets in. - http://neemerya.tumblr.com/post...
Un asciugamano verde - http://neemerya.tumblr.com/post...
serenaussie:
lasciateognistronzata:
curiositasmundi:
FuckyeahNobody-fuck-the-Jesus!
loal
Amo tutto, tutto di questo film!
don’t fuck with jesus! - http://neemerya.tumblr.com/post...
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sweetpotatopie:
placesthatpull - http://neemerya.tumblr.com/post...
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fuckyeahbokeh:
robot-heart:25 / 365 Dreams and Desires (by Rebeca Cygnus) - http://neemerya.tumblr.com/post...
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paginadiunacomuneragazza:
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honeypetal:
“It’s like the ocean.”
“The ocean?”
“The grief and the way I deal with his absence. It ebbs and flows. Sometimes it washes over me in waves, other times it merely brushes me if I let it get too near.”
(via mmoonchild) - http://neemerya.tumblr.com/post...
Avevo fame di cose vere, naturali, primordiali; avevo fame di amore. L’avrebbero mai capito gli altri? - http://neemerya.tumblr.com/post...
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