all i want to do is learn stuff and not have compulsory tests on it
like
i love learning new stuff
and reading new books
but when i stress myself out to the point where i’m crying because of exams
that kinda takes the fun out of it
do you feel me
17 / Zurich
all i want to do is learn stuff and not have compulsory tests on it
like
i love learning new stuff
and reading new books
but when i stress myself out to the point where i’m crying because of exams
that kinda takes the fun out of it
do you feel me
all i want to do is learn stuff and not have compulsory tests on it
like
i love learning new stuff
and reading new books
but when i stress myself out to the point where i’m crying because of exams
that kinda takes the fun out of it
do you feel me
January
“We are moving into each other; I can find my way home in the dark.
We should not apologize for our intimacy — let it wander into the next room.
Have you ever felt how soft your thighs are?
Let me paint your skin. Let me paint on your skin.
I’ve seen you, you know? With your head in those books and your ballet with words.
What do you see in your head when you are on your tiptoes?
Those verses you write, they are going to change the world someday.
Bite my bottom lip a little harder, you won’t hurt me.
I know you’re ticklish but I cannot keep my hands off of you.”
October
“We are standing still, we’ve forgotten which road to take.
Keep quiet, they can hear us next door.
Your skin is dehydrated.
There is hostility in the desert, it reddens my hands.
I’ve run out of paint, you can put your clothes on.
You’ll write down anything just to be one of them.
Is that how you plan on saving someone?
I cannot even make sense of what you are saying anymore.
Uncurl your hands from that pen, it’s out of ink —
find a job that will feed you.
My lip is bleeding, look at what you’ve done.
Quit laughing, I’m not touching you — I am no where near you.”
Alessia Di Cesare, Did You Ever Mean The Things You Used To Say To Me? (via featherumbrellas)
poetry.
(via hangingfromherlips)I’m the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it, I’m the type of person who doesn’t find it painful to be alone. I find spending an hour or two every day running alone, not speaking to anyone, as well as four or five hours alone at my desk, to be neither difficult nor boring. I’ve had this tendency ever since I was young, when, given a choice, I much preferred reading books on my own or concentrating on listening to music over being with someone else. I could always think of things to do by myself.
when books make you cry like fuck you book you’re a stack of paper
For me, it’s not about the amount of books you read. It’s about reading the ones that makes you happy.
I love rainy days, empty coffee shops, smell of old books and the colour of your eyes
Why can’t people just sit and read books and be nice to each other?
Read a thousand books, and your words will flow like a river.
But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.