“E vorrei qualcuno che mi abbracciasse sempre anche quando gli dico che voglio stare solo.”
—  Francesco sole (via la-morte-negli-occhi)

(via il-male-che-ho-dentro)

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(via la-morte-negli-occhi)
“Non so nemmeno che sentimento fosse, davvero, so solo che ce n’era tanto.”
—  John Green, Colpa delle stelle (via respirotralepagine)
Compagnia?
sadbutstillhorny:

*: looking for more pale? *:

sadbutstillhorny:

*: looking for more pale? *:

samurott:

free them

samurott:

free them

fatandfabulousmermaid:

One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth.

I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it. 

THIS FUCKED ME UP