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“dietro quel seno, quelle labbra da baciare al sapore di pesca, si chiudeva a chiave e si portava dentro una piccola e dispettosa bambina di cinque anni, lei che non voleva crescere, che non aspettava altro che le rimboccassero le coperte calde. lei era magia incompresa, ma io l’avevo capita. ”
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pinmeupagainstthesky:

These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.

And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart. 

Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand. 

(via amnesia-cronica)

pinmeupagainstthesky:

These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.

And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart. 

Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand. 

(via amnesia-cronica)

Vasco Rossi. (via tremando)

(via blueisthecolourofmyeyes)

Sto pensando a te mentre cammino,
mentre parlo,mentre rido,mentre respiro.

Mi dedicate un canzone in anonimo? Sarebbe bellissimo.

macignosulcuore:

losbagliopiudolce:

tossico-come-amianto:

guerraintesta:

rinasceremoovunque:

lasciacheridanodime:

uncasoumano:

laconfusionenegliocchi:

sarebbe bellissimo

Dai dedicatemele almeno voi, ché nella vita vera non lo fa nessuno 3

Daaaaiii 

boh

Sarebbe davvero bellissimo

DAAAI È IL MIO COMPLEANNO :D

attendo..

Dai, vi regalo un pezzo di torta al cioccolato.

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