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Post N° 296

Non

ce

la

faccio

più!!!

it hurts too much

Post N° 294

The word “Welcome” always carries with it  a certain amount of risk.. After all, to let someone into  your home is to let them into your life. And we never know what sorts of horrible secrets they carry with them. We can’t foresee the painful effect they might have on our loved ones. We don’t anticipate the gossip that could result from their presence. Yes, we must be very careful with those we invite in our lives because some will ruin us.

Anime trasparenti

What am I?

fucking)

BITCH

Post N° 291

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Post N° 289

In life, only one thing is certain, apart from death and taxes.

No matter how hard you try, no matter how good your intentions, you are going to make mistakes.

You are going to hurt people.

You are going to get hurt.

And if you ever want to recover there’s really only one thing you can say.

I forgive you.

Forgive and forget.

That’s what they say.

It’s good advice, but it’s not very practical.

When someone hurts us we want to hurt them back..

When someone wrongs us, we want to be right.

Without forgiveness, old scores are never settled. Old wounds never heal.

And the most we can hope for is that one day we’ll be lucky enough to forget.

Post N° 288

You did this to another woman.

You took something from me, you stole something from me like  a petty little thief.

You are be the one who should be humiliated.

You are the one who should be ashamed.

You are the one who should…

Don’t you dare come to me for forgiveness, you traitorous bitch.

*** You can’t just forgive me. What I did to you is unforgivable. That’s how it works. That’s what “I forgive you” means. No see. I think it means you don’t forgive me. You don’t know how to talk to me right now. I mean, look,, you don’t… you can’t even look at me. You’re so angry that I think the only way you can deal with me is to say you forgive me and… what, we pretend it didn’t happen? It happened. And you don’t forgive me.

You’re right. I don’t.

Post N° 287

Post N° 286

You can say anything to me.

I want to marry you. I want to have kids with you. I want to build us a house. I want to settle down and grow old with you. I want to die when I’m 110 years old in your arms. I don’t want 48 uninterrupted hours. I want a lifetime. Do you see what happens? I say things like that, and you fight the urge to run in the opposite direction. It’s ok., I understand. I didn’t but now I do. I do… You’re just getting started and I’ve been doing this for  a long time. Deep down… you’re still an intern. And you’re not ready.

I’m not ready right now. But things could stay the way they are and I can get ready. I’ll get ready.

Things can stay the way they are. And maybe you’ll be ready. And I’ll wait. I’ll wait until you’re ready.

Ok, then.

Yeah, but what if while I’m waiting I meet someone who is ready to give me what I want from you?

What if you do?

I don’t know.

Nobody's wife... nobody's nothing...

I'm sorry for the times that I made you scream

For the times that I killed your dreams

For the times that I made your whole world rumble

For the times that I made you cry

For the times that I told you lies

For the times that I watched and let you stumble

It's too bad, but that's me

What goes around comes around, and you'll see

That I can carry the burden of pain

'cause it ain't the first time that a man goes insane

And when I spread my wings to embrace him for life

I'm sucking out his love,

'cause I, never be nobody's wife

never be nobody's wife

I'm sorry for the times that I didn't come home

Left you lyin' in that bed alone

Was flying' high in the sky

when you needed my shoulder

You're like a stone hanging 'round my neck, see

Cut it loose before it breaks my back, see

I've gotta say what I feel 'fore I grow older

I'm sorry but I ain't gonna change my ways

You know I've tried but I'm still the same

I've got to do it my way

It's too bad, but that's me

What goes around comes around, and you'll see

That I can carry the burden of pain

'cause it ain't the first time that a man goes insane

And when I spread my wings to embrace him for life

I'm sucking out his love,

'cause I, never be nobody's wife

'cause I, never be nobody's wife

Post N° 284

The truth is hard.

The truth is awkward.

And very often the truth hurts.

I mean, people say they want the truth.

But do they really?

The truth is painful.

Deep down, nobody wants to hear it, especially when it hits close to home.

Sometimes, we tell the truth because the truth is all we have to give.

Sometimes, we tell the truth because we need to say it out loud to really hear it for ourselves.

And sometimes we tell the truth because we just can’t help ourselves.

And sometimes we tell them because we owe them. At least, that much.

Post N° 283

It’s shocking how many kinds of addiction exist.

It would be too easy if it was just drugs and booze and cigarettes.

I think the hardest part of kicking a habit is wanting to kick it.

I mean, we get addicted for a reason, right?

Often… too often things that start out as just a normal part of your life at some point cross the line to obsessive… compulsive… out of control…

It’s the high we’re chasing, the high that makes everything else fade away.

The thing about addition is it never ends well.

Because eventually whatever it is that was getting us high stops feeling good and starts to hurt.

Still, they say you don’t kick the habit till you hit rock bottom.

But how do you know when you’re there?

Because no matter how badly a thing is hurting us, sometimes, letting it go hurts even worse.

BEN

Ben era mite e buono. Cercava di sopravvivere come poteva a una vita grama e malvagia che approfittava di ogni occasione per prenderlo a pedate.

Ben cercava di tirar dritto per la sua strada, senza dare fastidio a nessuno.

Ben era disponibile con tutti, forse troppo disponibile e per questo erano in molti ad approfittare di lui.

Ben, nel corso della sua vita, aveva spesso ricevuto delle cocenti delusioni da parte di chi era stato suo amico solo per convenienza: finché Ben era servito per qualcosa si erano dimostrati amici, ma quando non era più servito l’avevano buttato via come una scarpa vecchia.

Ben voleva bene e quando veniva ferito attaccava per difendersi: quanto più aveva amato tanto più efferata era la sua difesa.

Ben, in fondo, non amava le guerre e spesso faceva finta di non vedere o capire molte cose proprio per evitare problemi. Forse per questo erano in tanti a considerarlo uno stupido ed erano convinti di poterlo rigirare come un calzino.

Ben li lasciava fare, non perché fosse davvero stupido ed incapace di capire la falsità.

Ben si rendeva perfettamente conto che molti sorrisi erano falsi, che molti abbracci erano forzati, che tante menzogne venivano travestite da verità. Lasciava correre, si faceva prendere a calci e spesso perdonava, perché voleva vedere fin dove potesse spingersi il suo prossimo.

Post N° 281

Post N° 280

Change.

We don’t like it, we fear it.

But we can’t stop it from coming.

We either adapt to change or we get left behind.

It hurts to grow, anybody who tells you it doesn’t is lying.

But here’s the truth:

sometimes the more things change, the more they stay the same.

And sometimes, oh sometimes!, change is good.

Sometimes change is everything.

Post N° 279

breath in breathe out

tell me all of your doubt

everybody leads this way

just the same

breath in breathe out

move on and break down

everyone goes away

I will stay

We push and pull, and fall down sometimes

I’m not letting go, you hold the other line

Cause there is a light

In your eyes,...in your eyes

Hold on hold tight

From out of your sight

Everything keeps moving on, moving on,

Hold on hold tight

Make it throught another night

Everyday there comes the sun with the dawn

We push and pull, and fall down sometimes

I’m not letting go, you hold the other line

Cause there is a light

In your eyes,...in your eyes

There is a light

In your eyes,...in your eyes

Breath in and breath out

Breath in and breath out

Breath in and breath out

Breath in and breath out

Look back and look right

Into the moon at night

Everything looks like the stars in your arms

There is a light

In your eyes,... in your eyes

There is a light

In your eyes,... in your eyes

There is a light

In your eyes,... in your eyes

There is a light

In your eyes,... in your eyes’

Post N° 278

Everyone breaks the rule now and again, and when they do

they always have an excuse…

Like the neighbour whose own trash was already full…

Or the blonde who forgot to eat her breakfast…

Or the employee who needed an advance on his salary…

It’s true: everyone has a reason for not following the rules,

Even the people who are meant to enforce them.

The truth is, everyone breaks the rules now and then.

Never thinking for one second they might get caught.

But if they do, they simply ask for forgiveness.

And most of the time, they receive it.

But some acts are so wicked, they demand only our condemnation.

How do people avoid such a fate?

Well… the trick is knowing which rules are made to be broken

and  which rules are not.

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