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Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping… waiting… and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir… open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us… guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love… the clarity of hatred… the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead.
Ott 22, 2014 / 573 note
Ott 21, 2014 / 284.185 note
You’re in love with impossibility.
Sophocles, Antigone  (via luomocheleggevalibri)

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Ott 21, 2014 / 5.414 note
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Ott 20, 2014
Ott 20, 2014 / 33 note
Ott 20, 2014 / 1.643 note
mommy up! ❤️
Ott 20, 2014 / 1 nota

mommy up! ❤️

Ott 19, 2014 / 21 note
la sirenetta, f timi.
Ott 19, 2014 / 2 note

la sirenetta, f timi.

Ott 19, 2014 / 307 note
feeling dizzy.
Ott 18, 2014 / 2 note

feeling dizzy.

Ott 18, 2014
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