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Gigi Proietti 02/11/1940 - 02/11/2020 💔

Per me resterai sempre il Conte Duval 🎩

“Whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.” -Happy September 1st.

She finally said YES! ‪#‎Ezria‬ ‪#‎PLLProposal‬ 

in another universe, i don't feel this lonely

Senza dubbio io sono la prima.

E voi? 

Do people understand that when you say “I’m tired” it doesn’t mean “I didn’t get enough sleep last night” or “I need more physical energy”?

It means I am drained. I have been fighting through each day just to wake up and do it again. I am tired of existing in a world where everything feels like a struggle and nothing feels right. I am tired of fighting negative thoughts. I am tired of waking up.

You hate yourself so loudly. You hate yourself at the top of your lungs. Your loathing for yourself permeates your speech. “Sorry I’m just rambling.” “Don’t worry about it.” “Just ignore me.” “Sorry if I’m annoying you.” “Sorry I don’t make sense.” “Sorry about that.” Sorry, sorry, sorry. You act as if you have to beat everyone else to the punch. As if the punching bag is you. If you hate yourself first, if you hate yourself loudest, then nobody will hurt you. You clapped your hands over your ears and shut your eyes and balled yourself up so that you’d never have to experience people’s loathing for you. And it meant you never heard their love. You drowned it out. You screamed your hatred over it. And you never got to hear it. 

Sine libris cella, sine anima corpus est. Una stanza senza libri è come un corpo senza anima.

Marco Tullio Cicerone