Frasinfinite - Frasi Infinite

We live for the art.

I wonder if there's some sort of silent spell that would cause this strange feeling on my chest from simply looking at those eyes.

Her eyes oh so sacrilegious.

They compel you to discover all the secrets of the universe just to keep her attention at you. Just so you could be absorbed into them.

Me tiro do meu sonho, de volta ao real. Ao que é a mente sã. Mas só quero o transparecer, o som do relógio a fluir pelo meu ser, sem de fato uma hora pra acabar. E sem nenhum outro tempo pra fuga. Nenhuma outra opção além de enfrentar o que te impede de dormir, ou de ser você.

croqui

I'm not so perfect

Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.

Lisbon, Portugal

today i read a thing about anxiety being your illusion of control over something you couldn't possibly control. it made me cry, but not because I could relate

it was because it reminded me that I don't have control and that fucking terrifies me

and because it reminded me that maybe if I was a little bit less like me, maybe I could have a bit more of that control