#seconde possibilità

[ilmondodishioren]

L'Altra Me - New Edition.

Ciao amici, è con immensa gioia ed emozione che vi annuncio il primo cambiamento dell’anno. L’Altra Me, il mio romanzo d’esordio, ha una nuova vita: nuova impaginazione, grafica interna e nuova cover. Il testo è stato revisionato, ma rimane comunque un romanzo di alcuni anni fa, tuttavia la storia è la stessa dell’epoca, resa ancora più bella dalle grafiche di Palma del blog Un tè con la Palma.…

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#amore impossibile #anna esse #anna esse autrice #consigli di lettura #consiglio libroso #emozioni in carta #gemelle monozigote #happy #iniziare bene il nuovo anno #L&039;altra me #L&039;Altra Me nuova edizione #me bimba felice #nuova vita #seconde possibilità #splendide emozioni #ti consiglio un libro

[moonlightsthingsblog]

Non mi fido più. Ho ricevuto troppe batoste da persone di cui mi fidavo troppo. Il problema è che quanto ti delude qualcuno a cui hai dato tutto, ripartire poi è dura. Da oggi andrà così: se mi deludi, mi perdi. Dopodiché non torno più, non concedo più seconde possibilità a nessuno, ho messo di credere e di crederci. Che poi le delusioni ci stanno, perché ti fortificano il cuore, ma c’è un limite a tutto. È semplice: o dimostri, o vado via.

[blackswaneuroparedux]

You go too fast for your car’s capabilities.

- Juan Manuel Fangio to Maria Teresa de Filippis

Maria Teresa de Filippis was a pioneer driver for women in Formula One Grand Prix. She made history as the first woman driver ever to qualify for a Formula One race at the Belgium Grand Prix in 1958. Formula One World Championship was a mere 8 years old when Maria made history and it would be almost 30 years before female driver would find herself on the starting grid. In 1975, Lella Lombardi, another Italian, finished 6th in the Spanish Grand Prix.

Maria Teresa de Filippis was born in Naples in 1926 and decided to enter the world of motor racing almost as a challenge from her two older brothers. Nicknamed “il pilotino” by her peers because of her small stature, di Filippis was only 22 years old when she sat behind the wheel of her Fiat topolino for what would be the first of many races. Her two brothers had challenged her to a race, convinced that she could not drive as fast as a man. In 1948 on the Salerno-Cava dei Tirreni 10 km course, where she traversed the winding roads of her native Italy, she decisively won, thumbing her nose at Antonio and Guiseppe, her older brothers and the other male drivers.

That very first victory ignited her passion for racing and in the following year she triumphed in several competitions in the 750cc category and came in second in the Italian Sports Championship. So impressed were they that Maserati, the famed sports car makers, brought it in as an in-house driver.

For 1953 – 1954 she moved on to an Osca 1100 cc in which she won the 12 Hours of Pescara, the Trullo d’Oro, the Catania-Etna, and the circuits of Caserta and Syracuse. Her victory in the Catania-Etna was done in record time, a speed record that remained undefeated for the next three years. 1955 was the year Maria Teresa de Filippis transitioned to a Maserati 2000 A6GCS where she continued to confound expectations and prejudices and garner immense respect from other male drivers. The victories followed one another and at the Grand Prix of Naples in 1956, she started in last position and sneaked in to finish in second place in Italian Sports Championship.

Eventually an invitation to race in Formula One. She made her debut at the Spa-Francorchamps circuit at the wheel of Manuel Fangio’s Maserati 250F, crowned champion the previous year. Fangio and de Filippis were close and she considered him her big brother. Fangio for his part was effusive about the skill and courage of the diminutive Italian woman. He said to her once, jokingly but also as a nod to her driving ability, “tu vai troppo veloce per le possibilità della tua macchina!” (you go too fast for your car's capabilities!)

She tried and failed three times - including the Monaco Grand Prix - to qualify for the grid. Each time she narrowly lost out. But finally her chance came at the Spa-Francorchamps circuit of the Belgian Grand Prix in June 1958. She qualified in 19th place and in a time that was almost 34 seconds slower than Ton Brooks’ pole position. She came in 10th (and last place) and just by finishing she had made history. It was the prove to be her only race finish in the four Grand Prix she competed in.

At the French Grand Prix in 1958 controversy arose when she was forbidden to race by the race director, following the death the day before of Frenchwoman Annie Bousquet at the 12 Hours of Reims race. The race director dismissed the objections of both Maserati and de Filippis by declaring that “the only helmet a woman should wear is the hairdresser’s helmet.”

Despite fighting prejudice from race organisers (with the exception of Bernie Ecclestone with whom she shared a warm life long friendship), amongst the drivers she commanded total respect. In this Golden Age of racing, racing sports cars at such incredible speeds was a death trap and safety measures that today are taken for granted were simply not there. It was her courage and determination in driving age she once described as both cruel and beautiful. The death of her friend and driver Jean Behra, Porsche team leader in 1959 in a secondary race at the German Grand Prix, left a profound mark on her. It was one death too many. Other deaths were to follow on the track in the years to come, and perhaps none as traumatic as the great three time world champion, Jim Clark, in 1968.

Maria felt she had pushed the limits of her own luck on the track that she called “corsa contro la morte” (race against death). She promptly retired from professional racing after Behra’s death. She decided to settle down and start a family. She married an Austrian chemist and focused on her family. She stayed away from all racing until she gingerly stepped back in 1979 when Maria joined the International Club of Former F1 Grand Prix Drivers. In 1997 she was appointed Vice-President. In 2004, she also went on to become a founding member of the Maserati Club, eventually become its chairperson. For the most part though she avoided the public glare until she was almost forgotten. She was 89 years old when she died in 2018 surrounded by family.

Her story is one of courage, tenacity, and audacity. There is no better role model for women than Maria Teresa de Filippis especially in male dominated fields such as Formula One racing but also other tough professions.

It was one of my greatest honours of my life to have met her as a little girl through my grandfather with whom she shared a friendship. She was a living inspiration as I sought my goal to fly combat helicopters later in life. I had a personalised note from her that I had stuck inside my locker door at Sandhurst as a source of motivation and determination to succeed. I sent her a card with a picture of me after I qualified as a trained combat pilot and got my ‘wings’.

#maria teresa de filippis #de filippis #juan manuel fangio #fangio #quote #grand prix #racing driver #femme #female #woman #racing cars #formula one #pioneer #racing #motorsports #italian #italy #maserati #inspiration #heroine #personal

[0rph3u5]

Iyeoka Poem For Love 

Take this hand from me, Prendi questa mano da me,

show me to your world mostrarmi al mondo

bring this dance to life, portare questa danza alla vita,

your love can paralyse my fears of falling. il tuo amore può paralizzare le mie paure di cadere.

Carry my heart slow Portare il mio cuore lento

I swear, where you go Giuro, dove si va

I'll follow you see into my soul Ti seguirò che si vede nella mia anima

and i'll take you home e io ti porto a casa

to love you, love you, love you amarti, ti amo, ti amo

I'll follow you... Ti seguirò...

This is the place that seems to be better than where Questo è il luogo che sembra essere migliore rispetto a dove

you have been... so you run towards the new day rising sei stato ... in modo da correre verso il nuovo giorno che sorge

in the distance, and you walk away from the day that found you falling. in lontananza, e ti allontani dal giorno che ha trovato voi di cadere.

You always seem to hear god when it counts even when Ti sembra sempre di sentire Dio quando conta anche quando

it comes from the millions of voices that call to you viene da milioni di voci che chiamano a voi

You make me want to listen from him a little bit harder too Mi fai venire voglia di ascoltare da lui un po 'più difficile troppo

You are a rose that blooms for a second chance on the off seasons Tu sei una rosa che sboccia per una seconda possibilità per le stagioni off

A wave that breaks on a shore left for decades deserted Un'onda che si rompe su una riva sinistra per decenni deserte

You always seem to wake up from the dreams that drown you Lei sembra sempre di svegliarsi dai sogni che si annegano

Wide-eyed from the nightmare's that threaten to pull you back in Con gli occhi spalancati dal di l'incubo che minacciano di tirare indietro nel

You climb the mountains from the peaks to the valleys Si sale le montagne dalle vette alle valli

And write the songs that teaches broken hearts how to sing E scrivere le canzoni che insegna dei cuori infranti come cantare

And how to live, and be, a little bit more amazing. E come vivere, e di essere, un po 'più sorprendente.

You make me feel like you waited for us to exist, Mi fai sentire come avete aspettato per noi esistiamo,

for we are a translation of a neglected perfection that just... is so. perché siamo una traduzione di una perfezione trascurato che proprio ... è così.

Take this hand from me, Prendi questa mano da me,

show me to your world mostrarmi al mondo

bring this dance to life, portare questa danza alla vita,

your love can paralyse my fears of falling. il tuo amore può paralizzare le mie paure di cadere.

Carry my heart slow, Portare il mio cuore lento,

I swear, where you go Giuro, dove si va

I'll follow you see into my soul Ti seguirò che si vede nella mia anima

and i'll take you home, e io ti porto a casa,

to love you, love you, love you amarti, ti amo, ti amo

I'll follow you... Ti seguirò...

This is a Poem for love Questa è una poesia d'amore

[canesenzafissadimora]

Credo che una canzone possa portarti indietro di mesi o anni in soli tre minuti. 

Credo che certe fotografie oltre a fermare il tempo, siano in grado di fermare anche il mondo intorno quando le riprendi in mano. 

Credo che ritrovarsi tra le pagine di un libro possa davvero convincerti di non essere l’unica a provare certe cose. 

Credo che l’amore di una sola persona conti più del disprezzo di centomila. 

Credo nelle seconde possibilità per un mondo migliore. Credo che rimanere in silenzio con chi ami senza provare imbarazzo sia una delle sensazioni più belle che si possano provare. 

Credo in quello che non viene detto per imbarazzo. Credo in quelle risate così forti da farti arrivare a piangere di gioia. 

Credo che potevamo essere qualcosa di meraviglioso insieme. 

Credo che per un po’ ci hai creduto pure tu.

#eleonora tisi

[ragazzavuotadentro-enigma]

Le seconde possibilità servono solo a farti capire che avevi ragione alla prima

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Compromised One Shot - All About Family ^**

Harry finally goes to meet and check in on Y/N's family. I really love how this one turned out! And I also really love the smut, it's very romantic but hot!

WC: 8.1k

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy struggles, grief, mentions of death and suicide, daddy kink smut.

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Being married hadn’t really changed the dynamic between Harry and Y/N, the biggest difference over their four months of being married was that their sex lives had morphed to include actual baby-making sessions when she was ovulating. Harry had yet to get Y/N pregnant and it did weigh a little bit on them. When he got checked everything seemed to be normal, the doctor just told him that maybe it wasn’t the right time yet. And when Y/N got checked she was told that it might be a little while before she could actually get pregnant. She had been on birth control since the age of 13 - she was now 30 - her hormones were trying to rebalance themselves without the help of birth control; it would take time for her body to be prepared for a successful pregnancy. The doctor was very kind, but candid even about the increased possibility of miscarriages the first couple times, Y/N was alright hearing it, but Harry squeezed her hand with nerves. Y/N had gotten off of her pills the week before the wedding and she was aware that it could take some people time to be able to actually get pregnant. Hearing from a professional that these challenges they were having were normal was relieving, so she wasn’t all that worried about it after hearing that but Harry seemed to still be carrying a brunt of the concern.

“Dottorra, sei sicuro? Ci stiamo provando già da quattro mesi.” He told the doctor and she nodded.

“Assolutamente. Tutto sembra normale. Sii paziente.” She smiled and Harry nodded.

“You hear her, it’s fine.” She said to Harry, who nodded, still anxious.

“It can be a couple of months or maybe even a year before it can happen.” The doctor then said in a slightly broken English. She was a sweet woman who liked when they came in because it gave her the chance to practice her English and them their Italian. This made Harry even more nervous and Y/N looked at the state he was in and decided it might be good to know if there was anything she could do to improve her chances.

“Mi consigliate qualcosa per migliorare le nostre possibilità di concepimento?” Y/N proceeded to ask for any recommendations to improve chances of conception and the doctor nodded and gave some supplements and diet recommendations that have been proven to boost egg quality. Healthy egg plus healthy sperm should equal a baby she assured them and with this fresh in their minds they headed home.

“I’m relieved to know there’s not any serious issues.” He said as he hugged Y/N from behind. She was currently grabbing some water and she smiled.

“Told you it was gonna be fine.” She said and he hummed into her shoulder, “Are you sure you’re gonna be fine with a baby though? Gonna have to share me for the rest of our lives.” She pointed out with a grin.

“Baby, it’s 50-50.” He said and she was cracking up in his arms as he said this.

“More like 90-10.” She said after she calmed and he huffed.

“Are you sure about that?” He questioned.

“Definitely, baby, it would need us to survive. Basically gonna be using my body for that the first year at least.” She said.

“It?” He laughed.

“Well, I don’t know what it’ll be!” She defended her phrasing.

“Jesus… Imagine that, an ex-mafia member and an ex-CIA agent coming together and having a kid. The type of parents we’ll be…” He mumbled in disbelief and she smirked.

“Hey, I know plenty of regular people who are horrendous parents. If anything, I think our life experiences are advantages. Besides, our parents did amazing jobs.” She said and he hummed in agreement and a silence fell over them for a second, “You know, we can wait a little more. We don’t have to plan it on purpose, we can just…let it happen when it’s meant to happen.” She said and he nibbled on his lip for a moment.

“We should plan, what if he have a Capricorn baby?” He asked and she laughed again and he grinned at successfully lightening the mood for a second, “Is it selfish of me if I say we should definitely wait a little bit more?” He asked, she was still giggling as she turned to face him and he hoisted her up onto the counter and she draped her arms around his neck.

“No baby, it’s not at all. We need to enjoy and solidify our marriage.” She reasoned, “And also make sure we’re on the same page about what we want for our family. What parenting looks like for each of us and do those styles align and are they proven to be good. What values we want to instill in our child. What kind of person we want them to be…it’s a big job. It’s a commitment, bigger than the one we’ve made to each other. I mean, if you think about it we’re choosing to create an entirely new person to add into the mix of this world and we’re sending them out into that world with the tools we have given them  to navigate it and they can do good, but they can also cause harm…” she said and he started feeling more nervous about it, “Being a parent is the most important job, I think. And if I’m going to be a parent I want to make sure that I’m ready to commit the time I need to, to my child to do the best job for them.” She explained her thoughts and he was slightly pouting now, “Did I freak you out?” She asked and he sighed through a smile.

“Just a little. I hadn’t… thought of it like that before. For me it was more like, I love you so much and I have this primal need to make you a mother, to create more with you. I hadn’t considered any of what you just said before… Is that why you never wanted to have kids?” He asked her and she nodded.

“Yeah, part of it. There’s so much good you can do and people can still go…rogue. I mean, look at me. My parents didn’t raise me in the hopes that I’d become a killer.” She said with a small frown.

“Baby, that’s not even the truth. You’re good, you’re so, so good.” 

“I know I am now, but I wasn’t always.” She said, “And I’ve forgiven myself for it, but I can’t let myself forget.” She reminded and he nodded in understanding.

“I think that’s what would make you the most incredible mum. Learning to love and forgive yourself is not something that many people do successfully.” He said and she hummed, “I think you’re completely right about where your head’s at. In my mind just the idea of being able to get you pregnant and having a little you and me combo is what was exciting for me, but  you’re absolutely right, it’s far more than that. I don’t know it was just a childish and simple little thing in my head, like the obvious next step, you know?”

“I’m an over-thinker, you know that. But you’re not being childish, it’s natural to want just the simplicity of a family, it’s not like you were being careless or making light of it, H. I think we’re meant to feel that need, but the world we live in can make the simplest things vastly complicated.” She shrugged, reassuring him that his reasons for wanting a baby weren’t wrong.

“I’ll tell you one thing that’s not complicated,” she hummed to urge him on, “After this very enlightening conversation I’ve concluded that I’m not nearly ready to share you with anyone. For very selfish and hedonistic reasons.” He whispered as he leaned in to press his lips against hers. They smiled into their kiss and parted again.

“I’m not ready to share you either. Want to enjoy us for a little bit longer.” she confessed and he smiled before delving back in to kiss her.

“Good thing we didn’t buy those supplements.” He mumbled and she laughed into the space between them, “So…do you want to go and fuck?” He asked and she giggled.

“I thought we just agreed to wait.”

“Baby, I said ‘fuck’, not make a baby. We haven’t fucked in a while.” He pointed out.

“How about later?” She asked and he pouted and nuzzled himself against the side of her face.

“Tesoro, non torturarmi in quel modo. Ti voglio così tanto.” He mumbled in Italian against the shell of her ear that she was torturing him and he wanted her so badly and she bit down on her lip, he knew what his speaking Italian did to her.

“I know what you’re trying to do.” She responded in English and he grinned against the line of her jaw, she could feel it.

“Non so di cosa stai parlando.” He played dumb as he softly kissed her jaw.

“Sai come mi sento quando mi parli in italiano.” grabbing him by the hair and pulling him back, their eyes meeting again and he grinned smugly as she reiterated to him that he was well aware of what it did to her when he spoke in Italian to her.

“No, non lo so. Dimmi come ti fa sentire.” He responded that he was not aware and to tell him how it made her feel. His green eyes were already dark with lust for her and she bit her grin back as he studied her face for a moment.

“It makes me feel like strangling you.” She joked as she slid her hands up his throat playfully and he hummed.

“That’s the spirit, but just squeeze a little bit tighter, baby.” He smirked and she rolled her eyes at him as she let her hands slide down to his firm chest, “Why don’t you want to have sex with me?” He asked, fully offended and she smiled.

“I do, just not now. My entire reproductive system was just probed at and honestly that speculum was a little big for me and it hurt a little. I’m still feeling like a specimen or something, it’s not you at all.”

“Oh.” He frowned, “I’m sorry, baby. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“Let’s go for a cuddle.” She said and he smiled.

“Alright, hang on tight my little koala bear.” He warned and she clutched tightly to him as he walked them up to their bedroom. Soon they were plopping onto their bed and he got comfy as she hugged around him, trapping his leg between her legs. 

“What’re you gonna read to me?” She asked. When they cuddled like this he always pulled out a book and read to her so that they could practice their Italian. In their lines of work it was important that they both understood the basics, but living here the past two years, they were both getting more fluent, but being with each other all of the time didn’t really give them enough practice, so this is something they did to learn new words.

“Neruda poems, you tell me what you understand.” He mumbled as he opened up the book and she hummed happily, “Corpo di donna, colline bianche, cosce bianche. Come come il mondo, posseduto nella resa. Il mio corpo selvaggio di operaio ti scava e fa…” he paused,  “…esplodere un figlio dalle profondità della terra.” He cleared his throat and she giggled.

“Is this about getting someone pregnant?” She laughed and he chuckled.

“I think so… I promise that wasn’t on purpose. It’s the first one in this book.” He laughed and she joined him as well.

“Gonna explode a son into the depths of me?” She asked through her laugher and he started howling in laughter with her. They rolled around the bed, stomachs cramping up with how hilarious they found this phrasing and finally it died down and they were catching their breaths.

“Exploding a son into you, that sounds awful.” He panted and she sniggered.

“It does. Anyway, continue.” She hummed with a smile and there was silence as he read on silently.

“Oh, this one’s really horny. I can’t take it seriously.” He mumbled and flipped the page as she giggled. He found a more lovely one and started reading that one instead. She did figure most of it out, but soon he started getting drowsy, as he often did when he read. Especially as the cool breeze billowed through their wide open glass doors that led to their ample balcony. When his vision started blurring a bit he put the book down and kissed the top of her head before cuddling closer to her.

“Ti amo, luce della mia vita.” She whispered and he smiled.

“Love you.” He hummed happily. When she called him that, the light of her life, it made Harry feel on top of the world. For so long he felt that he was nothing but darkness and pain. Knowing that to her, he was as radiant as the sun, it just made his heart burst with joy. He wasn’t sure how else he could express that to her, it was too much love for him to hold inside, “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” He said over and over as he squeezed her close.

When they woke up it was because there was a loud crack of thunder that rattled the windows and glass doors. It was cooler now and the sky was grey as the rain poured down in bucketfuls. The sound was soothing, but she was chilly as was he and they pulled the throw at the end of their bed over their shivering bodies.

“Baby, I’ve been thinking about something.” 

“What is it?” He asked and she bit her lip.

“Ummm, do you think it’s safe enough for you to visit my family now? I’ve been thinking about them a lot and I…I just want to make sure they’re OK.” 

“Yeah, I think we’re alright now. Do you want to go and have me wear a wire or something?” He asked, “How should we do this?”

“No, I don’t want to go. I can’t do it.” She admitted, “Just you. I trust you.”

“OK.” He agreed quietly as his hand smoothed over her tummy.

It was only a few days later that they made the arrangements for him to travel to her hometown. He was only planning to be there two or three days, he also wanted to visit Angelo’s mom on the way back. He was a bit nervous about doing this, but he would of course do anything for her.

*********

Harry had boarded a plane that was soon to touch down in Los Angeles. Now that he was there he felt more anxious about this than before; what if they got upset at him? What if he hurt them more than they were already hurting? Harry was updating  Y/N on his travels and they spoke on the phone the entire drive to her old house where she shared some refresher details about her family to him. 

“Baby, I’m pulling up now.” She breathed out shakily, “Are you sure you don’t want to listen in at least or-”

“No.” She cut in quickly.

“OK. Well, I love you. I’ll let you know what happens.”

“Love you.” She sniffled and how he wanted to wrap her up in a big hug.

“I love you.” He responded and they hung up. He removed his wedding ring and put it in his pocket and took a few deep breaths before he got out of the car he rented and walked up to the front door. The home wasn’t big at all, in fact, it kind of reminded him of his safe house out near his mum’s. But there was that giant magnolia tree out front, the flowers in full bloom from the spring, they looked identical to the ones tattooed on her now and it made him smile. He made it to the door and rung the door bell twice and looked around, the orange hues of the sky were beautiful, it was nearly 6 in the evening. Y/N said they were always home for dinner. He heard some steps coming and in moments the door was unlocked and swung open to reveal a child, a girl, she couldn’t be older that 5. This was strange. Had they moved?

“Hi.” He said with a friendly smile and she just peered up at him silently, “Are your parents home?” He asked and she nodded and he chuckled, “Can you call them for me?” She nodded and just scurried away leaving him alone again and he took a few steps back, to show that he was not a threat, but the child barely made it around the corner before a woman, looking closer to his age hurried up with a concerned frown.

“Who are you?” She asked assertively.

“Ummm, I’m Harry. I was looking for Martha o-or Benjamin?” He asked warily, “This was the last address I had for them.” He explained.

“What is this regarding?” The woman asked.

“It’s a family matter. Is there a forwarding address that you can give me or-”

“I am their family. I’m their niece, Evelyn. This is their house, I’m their tenant now.” She explained, she was clearly feeling protective, which any normal person would.

“Oh my god, hi.” He said as his lips turned up in a smile.

“Sorry, do I know you?” Evelyn asked, looking completely perplexed now. He shook his head.

“No, but I know of you. I umm-” this was harder than he thought.

“How? What is this about?” She asked again.

“Ummm, it’s about…Y/N.” He said tentatively and her face immediately dropped.

“What? How?” She asked and he bit his lip.

“We…were together when she…” he trailed off and Evelyn looked to the ground.

“They told us she was on that motorcycle by herself.” She said tightly, her eyes watery.

“She was. Sorry, let me clarify, I mean we were in a relationship then.” He explained his story.

“What?” Evelyn asked in disbelief and Harry nodded, “Well, what could you possibly want now? It’s been more than ten years.” She sighed in agitation.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause any more hurt to you or them, but ummm, I’m getting engaged soon and I still have some of her things. I held on to them for all this time and it didn’t feel right to just throw them away or mail them off. I couldn’t do that to her.” He said his well rehearsed narrative perfectly and Evelyn sniffled as a few tears fell.

“Why now?” She asked with confusion. Her voice cracked as more tears fell and he nibbled on his lip.

“Ummm, it’s been hard to let her go. But I’m ready now and she always talked about her family and her home and it seemed like the best place to come say goodbye.” He explained and she shook her head.

“You can’t do that!” She scoffed with hurt, “You decided to just show up one day and-Fuck, how could you?” She asked as more tears fell and he frowned.

“I’m so sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have come.” He responded softly and she nodded and he turned away and started to walk back to his car. Y/N would understand, she was prepared for this type of reaction and had told him to just go if it would only make things worse. Obviously it would hurt her to know that they still bore some pain but at least she would know they were alive and well and still learning how to move on. He was about to cross the street to his car when Evelyn’s voice cut through his thoughts of how he would explain this to Y/N.

“Hey! Wait!” She shouted sharply and he turned back to look at her, there was a beat of silence before Evelyn spoke up again, “What do you have of hers?” She asked nervously.

“Just some stuff she had left at my apartment. I can show you.” He offered and she nodded, her eyes softening, “Let me just get it from the car.” He said and hurried to grab the box that had taken up most of the space in his duffle bag. He hurried back over to her.

“D-do you want to come in?” She asked cautiously.

“If you’re OK with it. We can stay out here if you prefer.” He said quickly.

“It’s fine, I need to keep an eye out on the girls.” She said and he nodded and she guided him inside. He followed her through the home, it was small but cute. They peaked into the living room to see her girls watching a Disney movie attentively now and the kitchen overlooked that area, so she switched on the light and sat on the table across from him. He could feel her watching him closely, she was so nervous.

“I ummm, I’ve got some photos we took and a shirt of hers and a necklace and watch…some CD’s, a notebook, just with doodles and random things.” He said as he opened it up and when he glanced up at her she was staring intently at him.

“Did you even go to her funeral? I don’t remember seeing you there.” She stated and he shook his head.

“I couldn’t. When I found out I was…” he stopped and remembered how it felt when that CIA guy took her away, he thought it had lost her forever, “I lost my fucking mind. I was in hysterics.” He said with a frown. “ I completely shut down. I didn’t want to accept it, going meant it was real. I got pulled out of school and went back to England. I regret not going though.” He shared, “I ummm…that night we had gone out with friends and I had this plan that I was going to tell her that I loved her.” He smiled sadly, “I chickened out as we were saying goodbye and I just kissed her, like I normally would. I tried to show her what I was trying to say when I kissed her.” He explained and he could see Evelyn’s tears silently falling, “If I had only known that, that was our final goodbye I would’ve been more brave.” He explained and Evelyn broke out in a sob and he instinctively reached out for her hand and she squeezed it, “I’m so sorry.” He apologized again and she shook her head.

“No, it’s alright. It’s just so unfair.” She gasped through her tears, “She deserved to be happy and it breaks my heart that she never got to experience that for herself. People in high school were so mean to her.” Evelyn explained.

“Yeah, she told me that.” He nodded.

“Yeah, she was excited to start a new life and be with new people and just start over. She knew that leaving would make everything better.” Evelyn explained, “I know she was really happy out there. She was right?” Evelyn whimpered and Harry nodded with a sympathetic smile. 

“Yeah, so incredibly happy.” He assured her and she nodded and pulled their hands apart to wipe under her eyes.

“Ughhh…” she sniffled and gathered herself for a second, “Can you show me the stuff?”

“Of course.” He nodded and started putting things down for her to see. She looked through the notebook and then through the pictures they had taken a while back and Evelyn smiled down at one of Y/N with a plate of pancakes in her hands.

“Her and her pancake obsession.” She giggled and Harry nodded, “And always with that same haircut… she was so resistant to changing it.”

“Yeah.” He chuckled, “I really like the next one.” He said and she moved on to it. This was one they had taken when they first got to Italy, Evelyn obviously didn’t know that, but it was a really nice one. He was smooshing a big kiss to her cheek as she laughed, her eyes were shut tight, but it exuded pure happiness. Evelyn smiled down at it.

“You don’t want this one?” She asked glancing up at him.

“I did keep some of us but they’re a little more platonic though granted the whole engagement thing.” He explained.

“Right, of course.” She responded and he nodded. 

She then moved on to the other items, the university t-shirt she liked to wear, it still kind of smelled like her perfume. He then explained that she had left a bottle of her favorite spray and lotion at his place if she wanted it. It was in his luggage and Evelyn was so excited to hear that and explained that, that particular scent had been discontinued. Y/N didn’t smell like that anymore, but maybe she had always planned for something like this to get done for her family or perhaps she just had it stashed away for personal reasons, as a reminder of her old life. Evelyn told him stories about the CD’s Y/N had put in there, they were autographed and they had been looking for them everywhere, it was nice to have some of her favorite items back. Evelyn ended up asking him over for dinner, he accepted and she assured that she would call Y/N’s parents to see if they would want to come over as well. She was on the phone with them for at least 20 minutes in another room and in the end they agreed, surprisingly. 

While they waited Evelyn talked a bit about herself, how she had moved on and was holding up. One of her kids was named after Y/N, their father, her boyfriend, was fire fighter, so he worked long hours but he was a great dad and partner and they were getting married soon. Evelyn wanted to know more about Harry though and how he had moved on and so he told her the things he and Y/N had agreed upon and all in all, it was good. He could see where Y/N got her great qualities from. They had just finished laughing about some funny story from Y/N’s childhood and Evelyn switched gears again.

“So, is this your first serious relationship after her?” Evelyn asked carefully and he nodded, just as he and Y/N had rehearsed.

“It was hard to move on because I genuinely believe she’s my soulmate.” He said, choosing to speak in present tense, because it was the truth, they are soulmates.

“Is?” Evelyn asked confused and he smiled and nodded.

“Personally, I believe we only have one soulmate and she’s mine. I think we can love plenty of people, but there’s always that one person who just…I don’t know, you just know, you know?” He explained with a smile and Evelyn nodded, “From the very first moment you meet them, something deep inside of them calls to something deep inside of you.” He explained, “I’d never felt that way before, she worked her way in to easily and just flipped my entire world upside down, but it helped me see that there was more to life, you know? It put a lot into perspective for me and she…saved me in a way. To me, everything about her was special from the start. She was so beautiful and put together. Her smile. The sound of her voice, her laugh, the way it looks like she’s pouting or upset when she’s thinking about something.” Evelyn giggled, “Know that one, do you?” He chuckled.

“Definitely.” She smiled, “You know, I…don’t really remember what she sounds like.” Evelyn confessed sadly, “Her laugh I can hear it in my head clear as day, but her voice is… it’s fading.” She sniffled and he reached for her hand again and she squeezed it tight. Suddenly the doorbell rang again and she shot up, “Oh my. , they’re here!” She said and Harry felt extremely nervous again. He felt like he was going to be sick, “Just, wait here.” She said and he nodded. 

He could heard Y/N’s mom crying a bit as they made some muffled conversation and after about five minutes Evelyn came back in with Y/N’s parents, they looked exactly as she had described them. Y/N was almost a splitting image of her father with noticeable traces of her mother. They just looked him over for a moment, looking more calm now. There wasn’t judgement on their faces, it was more like they were trying to picture Y/N with him. In his opinion it was easy to picture them together, they looked like they belonged together, but maybe they couldn’t see that.

“Hi, I’m Harry.” He said with a small smile and Y/N’s father extended his hand out to him and Harry shook it firmly and Y/N’s mother followed.

“Everyone sit, chat for a minute while I get the girls fed.” Evelyn said and they all nodded and sat down. The looked at the box of Y/N’s things.

“Ummm, these are the things of hers that I’ve had with me. She had left them in my apartment. It’s not much.” He said and they looked inside. Her dad grabbed the photos right away and they both smiled as they looked through them quietly together, but no more tears were shed from them. They looked through the rest of the box and he just gave them their time to look at the relics from her old life. He wished he could show them how beautiful she looked on their wedding day. If they could only see her now, they would be so proud of her. They finally turned their attention back to him and her mother spoke up.

“You looked quite happy in the pictures together.” She smiled and Harry nodded.

“Best few months of my life.” He said softly.

“She hadn’t mentioned that she was seeing anyone.” Her mother said.

“I think she was a little bit embarrassed of me.” He confessed with a smile, “Well, more of being in a relationship in general. She was so goal driven and focused, she came in knowing what she wanted those four years to look like and I think she just didn’t want anyone to know that she could potentially be distracted. I wasn’t really a part of the plan.” He explained and her father chuckled.

“Sounds about right.” Harry nodded with a smile, “So you were with her on that day?” He asked Harry and he nodded, “We’ve always wondered if it wasn’t an accident. If maybe it was too much pressure with her classes and working and trying to maintain her scholarship. Maybe she was having trouble with other people? She always had issues with bullies in school.” He explained with a frown.

“We were scared that she was just unhappy being away from home. We’re all very close.” Her mother added, “H-how was she doing?”

“She was doing really well. I did hear a lot about you all. She missed you a lot, specially her grandfather, she wished that he had been around to see it all.” He explained and they nodded attentively as he spoke, “She was really happy.” He confirmed, “I’d like to think I played a part in that.” He smiled, “She was still really focused and driven, she had her priorities straight. But ummm, she was allowing herself to live life as well. She was very well-liked among her classmates and our friends, she integrated herself a lot more in my group after her roommate joined the sorority?” They nodded in understanding.

“How did you meet?” Her mother asked and Harry smiled to himself for a moment.

“At a tattoo shop.” He said and her eyebrows arched up.

“Really?”

“Yes, she came to ask about it. I think she maybe wanted something after her grandfather and I was working there at the front. Helped pay the school bills.” He explained, “It was cute, she was so nervous and she had clearly been reading tons of things on the internet and had the most complex questions.” He chuckled, “She was wearing a school hoodie and I told her I also studied there and turns out we were just a building away from each other that whole time.” He hummed.

They seemed happy to be talking about her. To have some real insight as to what her life was like. Harry apologized for not being at her funeral as Y/N had told him to do and also for showing up after all that time, but they didn’t care. They were just happy that she had been happy and loved. He did give Evelyn the spray and lotion that Y/N had sent, she knew her cousin well and they let Evelyn keep some things and they took the rest. At the end of the night they all hugged him goodbye and they wished him luck in his relationship and hoped that he could too fully heal from it all. They were so sweet and caring and kind and he was glad that he could leave them with some peace as Y/N hoped, he was also pleased that he would be able to tell her that her family were alright. He had planned on staying longer but he didn’t want to wait to share and he also didn’t want to tell her everything over the phone. He got a flight on standby and headed straight back to Italy on a red eye, he could check in on Angelo’s mum another time. He let Y/N know he was coming back right away and that made her anxious, she left for their nearest airport though and waited in that city for him until he arrived the following afternoon.

*********

“Hey, love.” He hummed as he hurried into the car and they kissed briefly.

“Hi. How was it?” She asked right away, “Wait, actually don’t tell me just yet, let’s get in to the hotel first, yeah?”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” He smiled and they took off. Y/N was completely on edge. She was quiet the whole drive and he just let her simmer and formulate the questions she wanted to asked as he just held her thigh. 

When they finally arrived and got into their room she let out a big exhale before she burst into tears. 

“Oh baby, c’mere.” He said quietly and she rushed into his arms and he held her tight as she sobbed. She wept to him about how she regretted not going with him and seeing them or hearing them for herself and truly that was her one chance. There was absolutely no reason for Harry to ever go back now and she felt like she had made a mistake in not doing as he had suggested. He let her be sad about this for however long she wanted before he would share about how they were. She just needed a moment to express how conflicted she felt about all of this; how she regretted accepting the CIA’s recruiting offer, but without that she never would have met him. She regretted hurting her family the way she did, not being able to see her parents get old and look after them, she was their only child, it was supposed to be her taking care of them. She regretted not having them there on their wedding day. As she confessed to all of these things she had been holding onto for months Harry knew not to take it all personally.

Harry understood full well the conflicting feelings because while he could never regret her, he did regret getting too ambitious as a young kid to the point that he got mixed up with the mafia. Because of this he wasted so much precious time with his family and even with his friends. He hurt them and put them in harm’s way and if he could take it all back he would, but that also meant that he would have never met Y/N. But for one reason or another, they were on the paths they were on and he’d like to think that it was because they were meant to be together. Soon her crying subsided and he was able to answer her questions, tell her about her niece who was named after, how happy her family was to hear that she had in fact been happy during her time away, and obviously, it was hard for them, but they seemed to have moved on well enough. Hearing that did make her feel better as she laid against his chest as his fingers stroked her hair and she listened on until he was done.

“Thank you for doing that for me, baby. I know that it couldn’t have been easy.” She said, cheek smushed into his warm and sturdy chest.

“I would do anything for you, no matter how hard or impossible it seemed.” He assured as he planted a kiss on her head and she smiled, because she knew it was the absolute truth.

There was no one else she had ever trusted with this, just him. There was no one else she had loved so much that she felt would be excellent candidates to meet her family. There was no one who worked on themselves and bore their soul to her the way he did. There was no one that she had ever envisioned building a life and family with, just him. And it was not lost on her how absolutely lucky she got to have their paths cross. To have him also notice her. To let her in. To love her. Y/N’s vision started to blur with tears, they were happy tears but overwhelmed tears because there was this paralyzing feeling in her chest as it dawned on her just how much she loved him. She earnestly believed that she had reached the capacity of love with how she felt, but right now it was clear to her that there was just so much more. It bordered on painful, she couldn’t just contain this feeling inside. She pressed herself up against his chest as she sniffled and he frowned.

“Oh baby, what’s the matter?” He asked and she shook her head as she grabbed his face and pressed her lips to his in a powerful and searing kiss. The kind of kiss that put the entire world on pause. The kind if kiss that seemed like it was a life or death situation and after a few seconds of being caught off guard Harry looped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him as the kiss evolved into a make out session that was making his body buzz in excitement. Gradually, they started to slow down to catch their breaths and she nudged her nose against his playfully, this made his smile and she kissed kissed him through it before pulling back slightly as their eyes blinked open to meet each other’s gaze.

“I feel so much for you, I couldn’t articulate it.” She explained her sudden outburst, “I can’t imagine doing life without you. I don’t even care how we came to be, I’m just happy to be here with you.” She whispered and he now lunged forward and kissed her until the fell back onto the bed upside down. In seconds they were getting undressed in between kisses and growing more and more desperate for each other. Harry’s lips trailed down her body, the skin left in his wake of kisses seemed to sear at the absence of his lips but she was eager for him to reach his intended destination. Her delicate fingers combed into his hair and pushed him down faster and he chuckled, but did as she was suggesting. She put a leg over his shoulder as the other fell open, making space for him. She could feel his fast exhales against her heat, making her clench in anticipation as his lips skimmed her lower lips.

“So.” Kiss, “Fucking.” Kiss, “Perfect.” kiss. She moaned at the slight friction to her clit with his lips and soft, little kisses, “You’re a goddess.” He hummed as he buried his face against her, taking in her scent and how soft her skin was down there, he giggled as her little tuft of hair tickled beneath his nose and the vibrations of it made her gasp and buck up, the tip of his nose came into perfect contact with her throbbing, little clit. It was so red and swollen, pleading for his attention. He rolled his tongue out and licked a fat stripe up from her entrance to her clit, making sure to swirl around the little button a few times before moving back to suck at her labia gently and then to dart his tongue into her leaking, little hole. Her grip tightened into his hair and she moaned as she ground herself again his mouth and he moaned and let her move him around to where she wanted, listening to her instructions so that he could get her off. Her thighs were squeezing around his head and her grip was tight in his hair but he could care less, he would die a happy death if he were to be suffocated between her thighs. “Oh H, baby! I’m right there!” She gasped as her toes curled and the muscles of her stomach trembled from how wound up tight she was. Her orgasm came so swiftly and fiercely. It took her out like a giant wave wiping out and rolling everything in it’s path down into its depths. He moaned against her sensitive skin and gently kissed at her clit to bring her down from it all before he licked down to her entrance and delved his tongue inside, wanting to get a taste of her cum. 

After a few moments of his delicate actions to bring her back down he kissed his way back up her body, taking his time to lick and suck at his favorite parts of her body before making it to her lips, his absolute favorite place to kiss. As they started to make out he adjusted her legs beneath him so that he could slick his cock up with her arousal and cum.

“You make me absolutely crazy for you.” He snarled as he felt the warm slick of her juices coat his prick up. It made him feral to feel how her body seemed to react to his. How wet she got for him was an absolute turn on. He viewed it as her body’s way of inviting him in. Her body craved his and wanted him to fill her up and pound her pussy to the heavens. He adjusted his hips and without a warning sunk into her in one fluid thrust and he moaned into her mouth as she gasped as their bodies connected perfectly. He had sunk in balls deep from how wet she was, but inside she was still adjusting to his size and he kept the pressure of his hips against hers. Slowly he started to sink in a little deeper, “Fuck, I can feel you opening up for me, baby.” He whispered and something about that made her moan out in ecstasy.

“Please.” She whimpered and he kissed her.

“Please what?” He asked before he swirled his hips with a wet squelch and she smiled in ecstasy.

“I-I don’t even know.” She mumbled and he hummed in amusement and he pressed himself up to a kneeling position and she gasped as he reached even deeper, she could feel it in the pit of her stomach and she winced as the little bite of pain before she adjusted to it moments later. Already, her eyes were hazy with ecstasy, she was love drunk and cock drunk at the same time.

He glanced down to see how such a tight little thing had opened right up for his big cock and taken it to the hilt. It genuinely amazed him how he fit inside. He grabbed her hands and intertwined their fingers before he pressed her hands down into the mattress as he drew out a bit, making her wince and then she cried out his name as he surged back in and ground into her. She squeezed at his hands as her eyes searched his, “More. Please, more.” She pleaded and he nodded as he drew back out again and thrust in again and this time he kept going.

Every time his cock slid back in he was celebrated with a wet smacking sound and her pretty moans that emerged from her throat in perfect time with his thrusts. He spared a glance down at the way they moved together and he shivered with pleasure as he groaned and glanced back up to her as he picked up his pace. The fire in his belly was lit and was quickly starting to spread through his entire body.

“Fuck, you’re already gonna make me come.” He groaned and she smiled.

“Harder.” She mewled and he let go of one of her hands to grip her hip and have more leverage as his hips piston med powerfully into hers until he could see the tip of his cock bulging slightly at her lower stomach. The headboard of the hotel bed pounded rhythmically with his thrusts and the frame creaked along with her, as if it too was praising Harry for the railing he was giving Y/N. She cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, but she didn’t want him to stop as he absolutely demolished her. She swore he was splitting her in two but it felt like heaven and her entire body was vibrating with the pleasure of an impeding orgasm. They heard some pounding on the wall and he chuckled, “We have to be quiet.” She gasped.

“Fuck that guy. Wanna hear you. Love to hear you.” He groaned as he went harder and she groaned with each thrust and again, their neighbor pounded on the wall.

“Un po' di discrezione per favore!” They heard a muffled shout through the wall and they both laughed through the pleasure at their neighbor’s plea for some discretion.

“Stai zitto! Abbiamo quasi finito!” Harry shouted back with laughter and they could hear the man start cursing them out and despite that he worked harder and harder, the pounding of the headboard grew more intense as the man’s knocks into the wall also increased, probably thinking he was ruining the mood, but Y/N started to circle her clit in time to the fast raps against the wall and she was burning up from the inside out, gasping and moaning Harry’s name as he pounded right into her g-spot.

“There! Oh fuck, right there, daddy!” She yelped and he moaned loudly at the name slipped from her mouth without her even thinking about it. 

“Fuck, say it again.” He panted hoarsely.

“Daddy! I’m going to come, daddy!” She nearly sobbed as her little fingers were a blur against her slippery cunt as she started to tighten up around his cock.

“Fuck, come for, daddy. All over my cock, baby.” He panted tiredly and she tensed up and her toes curled as she just clutched to his back as she started to moan uncontrollably, her nails raked down the hot and sweaty skin of his back as she pulsed around him and soaked him, she was squirting and he fought the pressure of it to stay inside, “Fuck, I’m gonna come!” He growled and his grip on her tightened and he sobbed against her mouth as ropes of his cum shot deep inside of her, filling her as he moaned her name. Her pulsing walls milked every bit of his cum and his thrusts slowed but didn’t stop completely as they kissed heatedly before parting with a gasp to take a proper breath. Y/N’s vision was blurry with tears and Harry’s was completely splotchy with little colors, that really had taken it out of him. He pressed himself up from her body with shaky arms, getting ready to pull out but she hugged around him.

“Not yet.” She spoke hoarsely and he smiled and nestled back into her arms and kissed at the top of her right breast.

“I love you. You’re my whole world.” He whispered and she smiled and kissed the top of his head.

“Love you, light of my life.” She whispered tiredly.

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[io-rimango]

Ho sempre creduto di sapere cosa significasse volersi bene perché pensavo al mio modo di voler bene agli altri, alla mia perenne disponibilità, al mio spaccarmi sempre in quattro pur di accontentare tutti, al mio giustificare assenze ingiustificabili e ingiustificate, assumendomi responsabilità non mie, pur di difendere e proteggere tutto il resto.

Ero un «Sì» continuo, lo sono sempre stata. Per me dire un «No» è sempre stato difficile, credendo di ferire, deludere le aspettative o di perdere qualcosa. Ho sempre dato delle seconde possibilità, ho sempre saputo ascoltare e ho sempre saputo persino perdonare. E così, dopo tante piccole lezioni spalmate in maniera omogenea durante questi anni di vita, mi sono scrollata di dosso questo senso di dovere verso il mondo circostante e ho iniziato ad ascoltare solo me stessa e le mie sensazioni.

E sapete cos’è successo con questa inversione di rotta? Una semplice e automatica «selezione naturale» di priorità, rapporti, esigenze, occasioni e possibilità che ho sempre creduto di aver perso per strada, che invece ho scoperto essere tutto mio.

Claudia Venuti, Pensavo fosse amore, invece era un caso umano

#claudia venuti #pensavo fosse amore invece era un caso umano #citazioni #citazioni libri #citazioni tumblr #amore #amicizia #selezione naturale

[lunamagicablu]

★ Starseed dalle pleiadi Questi starseed si riconoscono facilmente dal loro carattere deciso e contrario alle strutture, le gerarchie e le regole limitanti la libertà personale. Sono persone argute ma al contempo molto centrate nel fluire dell'esistenza. Sono persone estremamente dinamiche e creative, con spiccate capacità psichiche e artistiche. Hanno una naturale propensione all'empatia e alla compresione degli altri e questo aspetto del loro carattere spesso li porta a farsi carico dei problemi altrui. La maggior parte degli starseed pleiadiani può essere inquadrata all'interno della seconda ondata, secondo la classificazione di Dolores Cannon. La missione principale di questi starseed è essere semplicemente, lavorando su se stessi per illuminare la coscienza collettiva umana. In questo modo agiscono da fari luminosi all'interno del mondo. Gli starseed pleiadiani sono di gran lunga i più presenti sul pianeta Terra. Questo probabilmente perchè possono essere considerati i progenitori della razza umana e quindi hanno a cuore le sorti di questa civiltà in bilico tra la possibilità d'evoluzione e l'estinzione. Gli starseed pleiadiani hanno un fortissimo senso d'indipendenza, non amano essere vincolati in alcun modo specie per quanto riguarda gli orari e le ricorrenze della società. Nonostante la loro indipendenza hanno la tendenza a compiacere il prossimo, spesso reprimendo se stessi. A causa della loro grande emotività solitamente rilasciano i blocchi ed i fardelli karmici attraverso il pianto, spesso atto finale di un lungo reprimere interiore. In via generale gli starseed pleiadiani sviluppano valori molto forti di famiglia, amicizia e amore ed facile che rimangano feriti in modo profondo se le persone che amano infrangono l'importanza sostanziale che questi valori hanno per loro. Sennar Karu Pleiades-Storm-Blend.WEB ********************* ★ Starseed from the pleiades These starseeds recognize each other easily by their strong character and contrary to structures, hierarchies and the rules limiting personal freedom. They are witty people but al at the same time very centered in the flow of existence. They are people extremely dynamic and creative, with strong psychic and artistic abilities. They have a natural propensity for empathy and understanding of others and this aspect of their character often leads them to take charge of the problems others. Most Pleiadian starseeds can be framed within the second wave, according to the classification of Dolores Cannon. The main mission of these starseed is to be simply, working on oneself to enlighten the conscience human collective. In this way they act as bright beacons within the world. Pleiadian starseeds are by far the most present on the planet Earth. This is probably because they can be considered the progenitors of the human race and therefore cherish the fate of this civilization poised between the possibility of evolution and the extinction. Pleiadian starseeds make a very strong sense of independence, they do not like to be constrained in any way whatsoever regarding the company's schedules and anniversaries. Despite their independence they have a tendency to pleasing others, often by repressing oneself. Due to their great emotionality they usually release i karmic blocks and burdens through crying, often the final act of a long inner repress. In general, Pleiadian starseeds develop a lot of values strong family, friendship and love and easy to get hurt in profound way if the people who love break the importance substantial that these values have for them. Sennar Karu Pleiades-Storm-Blend.WEB 

[ricorditempestosi]

che sia in amore o amicizia non date mai le seconde possibilità.

rifaranno gli stessi errori e ti daranno anche la colpa

[sunelrose]

Che sia in amore o amicizia non date mai le seconde possibilità.

Rifaranno gli stessi errori e ti daranno anche la colpa.

[thelastdinner]

Se ci ripenso, di tutto ciò che avevo dentro ieri, non è rimasto un granché. Forse perché ho sempre creduto nelle seconde possibilità. Anche nelle terze, quarte, quinte…..

Fino a poco fa.

Emorragico distanziarsi.

Azeruel

[der-papero]

Le seconde possibilità sono un modo completamente perverso di provare la propria ragione.

[roxan-world]

Tu daresti un sì alle seconde possibilità ?

Io credo che dipenda dalla storia, da cosa abbiamo vissuto e da cosa non vogliamo più vivere.

Credo però, anche un altra cosa: credo che a volte non dare un'altra possibilità, significhi toglierci

la possibilità di esser di nuovo felici.

E certo, non sempre ci saranno seconde possibilità da dare.

E sarà meglio.

Solo ricorda di non toglierla a te ♡

[godisacutedemon2]

Il mio l'ho dato, anche troppo, ora basta.

Hai preferito ignorare e va bene così.

Non do mai seconde possibilità, ma a te, per quanto sei un deficiente, ne ho date pure troppe.

Mi hai fatto girare il cazzo, bene, ora vedrai quanto sono menefreghista.

[canesenzafissadimora]

Credo che una canzone possa portarti indietro di mesi o anni in soli tre minuti; Credo che certe fotografie oltre a fermare il tempo, siano in grado di fermare anche il mondo intorno quando le riprendi in mano; Credo che ritrovarsi tra le pagine di un libro possa davvero convincerti di non essere l’unica a provare certe cose; Credo che l’amore di una sola persona conti più del disprezzo di centomila; Credo nelle seconde possibilità per un mondo migliore; Credo che rimanere in silenzio con chi ami senza provare imbarazzo sia una delle sensazioni più belle che si possano provare; Credo in quello che non viene detto per imbarazzo; Credo in quelle risate così forti da farti arrivare a piangere di gioia; Credo che potevamo essere qualcosa di meraviglioso insieme; Credo che per un po’ ci hai creduto pure tu.

#eleoniora tisi