Won't be broken again.

I could spend all my time looking at the stars, but I would need her hand holding mine.
I like to write, to dream and music's always with me.
Equality, love, peace and smiles are what we need to live happily, so let's start to be nice, to love and accept anyone.

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30 Seconds to Mars - City of Angels (Split)

The left ear is the original version while the right ear is an acoustic version. Make sure you use headphones!

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Ero quella con l’amore perfetto, non quella sola.

"I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again."

- Charles Bukowski 

(Source: feellng)

"I totally remember what it felt like to be so full…Full of promise, full of dreams, full of shit. Mostly just full of yourself. So full you’re bursting. And then you get out into the world, and people empty you out, little by little, like air from a balloon…You try like hell to fill yourself up with fresh air, from you and from other people. But back then…it was so damn effortless to feel full, you know? All you had to do was breathe."

- Jonathan Tropper (via feellng)

"I am angry that I starved my brain and that I sat shivering in my bed at night instead of dancing or reading poetry or eating ice cream or kissing a boy or maybe a girl with gentle lips and strong hands."

- Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls (via feellng)

Hai cancellato tutto quello che eravamo come se non fossimo niente. Sei felice di avermi spezzato il cuore, mentre urlo tu ridi e senti le mie grida come se fossero vento. Fingi che i sentimenti siano morti quando i battiti scoppiano, fingi che le lacrime non ci siano e copri tutto con un’enorme illusione. Illudi le tue vene di non sentire più il mio calore nel sangue.