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Adriana/16/Italy

I ask why, but in my mind I find I can't rely on myself †
Apr 9th | 413 note

❝Allora scrivo.
Per prendermi la rivincita sulle parole.
Per raccontare come sarebbe andata se avessi scelto quelle giuste.❞

— Diego De Silva, Mia suocera beve. (via controilmondo)

(Fonte: intantolondrabrucia)

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❝We accept the love we think we deserve.❞

— {The perks of being a Wallflower (via nubifragifraletueciglia)
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or-jasm:

It shouldn’t bother me but it does. It hurts.

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