Ad occhi chiusi.

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢

—

Siamo così fragili.

— Gabriel García Márquez, L’amore ai tempi del colera

— (via mister-door)

— Antonio Malagrida (via fino-al-di-la-del-tutto)

-Rula Jebreal

¡Corre a por ella!

[ID: I exist in two places, / here and where you are.]

i will kill the spiders. i will share my fries with you when you’ve finished all yours and are still hungry. i won’t ever pop my collar. i will never be rude to your tummy- when i hear it growl and gurgle. i promise to bend down and reply respectfully. i will eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza. i will kiss the papercuts. and the door-slammed finger, and the counter-bumped hip. i’ll try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. i will be the big spoon. i will let you win at wrestling, sometimes. other times i will not. i will go faster. harder. i will pull when you want. and tease you when you don’t. i will send you random texts and leave you silly gifts. not always. not on schedule. just whenever i want to. whenever i think you need one. or seven. i will check your tire pressure. and remind you to take your car in. i will hold your hand. i will love you.  i will love you. i will love you.

Perchè si dice addio - Giulia Carcasi

-La memoria del cuore.

—  Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye (via coral)

— Hunter S. Thompson (via coral)