Quando brami strane tentazioni,quando vuoi oscure sensazioni,nella notte senti immensi sogni ardenti.
— Il fantasma dell’opera (via eternoritorno)
Fragment from a chain smoker's mind.
Arianna, 17, half german half italian, currently located in milan, loves fashion, photography, food, cigarettes, reading, travelling.
yeah, prett boring, but WHO CARES.
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2011-03-19
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2011-03-18
Trainspotting.
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.
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2011-01-19
I think i am getting better, but everything just feels so out of control, i want to start it all again, i made a mistake, being myself
(via lostpoeticethic)
Source: thehouseofnocontest
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2010-11-08
I’m in the corner, watching you kiss her.
I’m right over here, why can’t you see me?
I’m givin’ it my all, but I’m not the girl you’re takin’ home…
I keep dancin’ on my own.Source: 500daysofwinter
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Godi amore
prima che ti riduca a più miti consigli.— Diaframma, Godi amore. (via contrecoeur)
Source: contrecoeur
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2010-11-05
(via lostpoeticethic)
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]Come quando mi regali canzoni
e sento che ti voglio già un po’ bene.
Anche se non te lo so dire.Dente & Le Luci Della Centrale Elettrica - Siamo Solo Noi.
MI PIACE ASSAI.
l’adoro!
Source: contrecoeur
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I’ll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
- MGMT
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Leave all your loving, all your loving behind, you can’t carry it with you if you want to survive
— Florence & The Machine
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2010-10-17
Ah, Paris. je t’aime. cloudy, grey, and still so fuckin’ beautiful it makes you wanna cry.
