something has changed within me, something is not the same, I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game 

too late for second-guessing, too late to go back to sleep, it's time to trust my instincts, close my eyes and leap

I'd sooner buy defying gravity, kiss me goodbye, I'm defying gravity and you can't pull me down

I really hope you get it and you don't live to regret it, I hope you're happy in the end, I hope you're happy my friend

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— 𝑀𝑜𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝐼𝐼  𝒞𝑒𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶  𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓁𝑒𝓎 —

At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint, or even remember it.

 It is enough.               Toni Morrison

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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒.

𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈. 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇.

𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝓌𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓈𝑜 𝓁𝒶𝓇𝑔𝑒.

𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔.

𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝒻 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒾𝓉.

𝐻𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝑒𝒹, 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓂𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁.

𝐼 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒.

 𝒩𝑜 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒,

𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝐼’𝓋𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝐼’𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹.

 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑒.

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— 𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖆 𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖆 𝖂𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖞 —

Agosto non è crudele. È feroce. Si presenta come un mese del passato e ti costringe a ricordare.

Ferocemente smette di essere tutto ciò che era. Aspettavo agosto tutto l’anno da bambino.

 La spiaggia, i templi di Paestum, la sensazione che tutto l’anno valesse la pena viverlo per rotolarsi nel bagnasciuga con mio fratello,

con i miei cugini. La sensazione che la vita vera fosse agosto. L’attesa dell’agosto più bella dell’agosto persino.

 Vivere agosto da adulti non vale la pena. Roberto Saviano

People often said that eyes showed a person's soul, but I'd always thought it was hands that spoke the truth. Pierce Brown

𝖃𝖁𝕴𝕴𝕴 | 𝖑𝖆 𝕷𝖚𝖓𝖆 • 𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖆 𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊 • 𝖎𝖑 𝕷𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖊 | 𝖁𝕴𝕴𝕴.𝖃𝖁

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𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔶𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔴𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴

ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔞 𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔴

ℑ 𝔱𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔒𝔵𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔱, 𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔞 𝔴𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔤

"𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶," 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔰 𝔰𝔞𝔶, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔢'𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔢

ℭ𝔥𝔲𝔯𝔠𝔥 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶

𝔐𝔶 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢 ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤

𝔖𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔦𝔟𝔟𝔬𝔫, 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔠𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔩𝔲𝔢

A𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔬

𝔉𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ'𝔪 𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔫𝔞 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶 𝔦𝔱 𝔠𝔬𝔬𝔩

𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔬𝔠𝔲𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 ℑ 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔥𝔦𝔪 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪

ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔭 𝔥𝔬𝔴 ℑ 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔦𝔱 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰

ℭ𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔰

𝔒𝔥, ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰 ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔫𝔬𝔴

𝔄𝔫𝔡 ℑ'𝔪 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔬𝔫 𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔬𝔢

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“𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇.”

“𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁.”

“𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹.”

 “𝑀𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒾𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒, 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈.”

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and then she asks me, "Do I look all right?" and I say, "Yes, you look wonderful tonight"

and then she asks me, "Do you feel all right?" and I say, "Yes, I feel wonderful tonight"

I feel wonderful because I see the love light in your eyes

and the wonder of it all is that you just don't realize how much I love you

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It's pouring, the trees are getting greener before my eyes, I love you.

I'm almost afraid of the intensity of this happiness.

But when we sit together, close, we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist.

We make an unsubstantial territory.

It is late now, I am a bit tired; the sky is irritated by stars. And I love you, I love you, I love you – and perhaps

this is how the whole enormous world, shining all over, can be created – out of five vowels and three consonants.

I love him. But we have all known that for some time — haven't we? — I shall love him always.

He is something to me that nobody else is.

I desired my dust to be mingled with yours

Forever and forever and forever.

And here’s more: you and I are so special;

 the miracles we know, no one knows, and no one loves the way we love. 

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I avoid my gaze in the mirror; I have no interest in learning what it feels like to meet my eyes. 

Say it. Say it. The universe is made of stories, not of atoms. 

I am selfish, private and easily bored. Will this be a problem?

Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?

I don't want your love unless you know I am repulsive, and love me even as you know it.

I have breathed better, I have hated things less. I have admired more freely what deserved admiration.

With you, I have accepted more. I have learned to live.

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It's awful not to be loved. It's the worst thing in the world... It makes you mean, and violent, and cruel.

I plant roots so deeply in the people I love that I always lose a piece of myself when they go.

It's one thing to fall in love. It's another to feel someone else fall in love with you,

and to feel a responsibility toward that love. 

If you don't have good intentions, please just leave me alone. I'm tired.

You've tried enough, darling. It's time to let go.

Je vous souhaite d'être follement aimée.

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Time is the longest distance between two places.

There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go.

If I could just give myself to the steady peace of the rain. That lovely steady peace.

In all these years, you never believed I loved you. And I did. I did so much. I did love you.

I even loved your hate and your hardness.

I want to rest. I want to breathe quietly again.

The name of a person you love is more than language.

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I just want to have a completely adventurous, passionate, weird life.

Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.

Reciprocity—it all comes down to that. As with lovers:

When it’s right you can’t say who is kissing whom.

Anyone who takes the time to be kind is beautiful.

She was laughing even as we kissed and kissed again. There is no better taste than this:

someone else’s laughter in your mouth.

I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.

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Of two sisters, one is always the watcher, one the dancer.

I tell my students, "When you get these jobs that you have been so brilliantly trained for,

just remember that your real job is that if you are free, you need to free somebody else.

If you have some power, then your job is to empower somebody else."

No matter what all your teeth and wet fingers anticipated,

 there was no accounting for the way that simple joy could shake you.

I am so tired of waiting. Aren’t you, for the world to become good and beautiful and kind?

Some foods are so comforting, so nourishing of body and soul, that to eat them

is to be home again after a long journey. To eat such a meal is to remember that,

though the world is full of knives and storms, the body is built for kindness.

Something that is loved is never lost.

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There is no peace, I'm sorry to say.

We find it. We lose it. We find it again. We lose it again.

However, narrating what you remember, telling it to someone, does something else.

The more a person recalls a memory, the more they change it. Each time they put it into language, it shifts. 

I’m not interested in being easy on the eyes. I want them to flinch, think twice before they reach out their

callous hands to bruise. I want to be a constant reminder to men that not everything is theirs for the taking.

Absence infects the air

And it is everywhere

What is a thin man pinned to wood next to the image of a burning woman warrior ablaze?

I took the image of a burning woman into my heart and left belief to the house of father forever.

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Yet for all its coldness, there's a tenderness in winter too, making us cover what we can no longer bare.

And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.

But I won’t rest till you are with me. I never will.

All my fairy-tale thoughts are awakened by him.

Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire.

You and only you, can make the rest of my life peaceful.

I exist in two places, here and where you are.

January dry, hard, glittering, cold, and the wicked naked beauty of the scraped blue skies.

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• 𝖁𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖎𝖗𝖊 •

• 𝕱𝖑𝖊𝖚𝖗 •

• 𝖂𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖞 •

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