amnesia

"There are poems inside you that paper can't handle"

"It was a long and dark December"

I won't be there from Aug 17th to Aug 24th 'cause I'll be on holiday with my friends,
lots of love,
Diletta.

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Diletta. | 18. | Vicenza. | Italy.
C'est la vie. C'est la mort.
Le persone che se ne vanno scatenano mille terremoti dentro una persona. Solo che al posto dei palazzi crollano le speranze.
Old friend why you're so shy?
Aveva il sorriso contagioso di chi aveva sofferto tanto. Era dannatamente bella, vestita dei suoi sbagli.
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"Eravamo così lontani e l’inverno era così vicino.”
— Il respiro dei libri (via il-respiro-dei-libri)
Allison Argent: Did you find her? Is she okay? Is she safe?
Scott McCall: Yeah,she's safe.
Scott McCall: I can't-I can't take your pain.
Allison Argent: That's because it doesn't hurt. It's okay.
Scott McCall: No, Allison.
Allison Argent: It's okay, its perfect. I'm in the arms of my first love. The first person I ever loved. The person I'll always love. I love-I love you, Scott... Scott McCall.
Scott McCall: Don't. Please don't. Allison don't. Please.
Allison Argent: You have to tell my dad. You have to tell my dad. Tell him, tell him- you have to-
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