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citazioni e immagini per liberare la mente
by Chiara&Ste
Nov 20
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(via gatekeeper)
Nov 18
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This is an old and funny poem
I accidentally overheard.
It keeps the little children playing
And bigger children spread the word.
My memory is bad so I always tend to forget
How it goes but

Life is my creation.
Is my best friend.
Imagination is my defense.
And I’ll keep walking
When skies are grey.
Whatever happens
Was meant that way.

Your no better or no worse than the others
We are all the same.
Life is just a moment
You might as well enjoy this day.
It’s time to start believing that everything we want is
On its way and

Life is my creation.
Is my best friend.
Imagination is my defense.
And I’ll keep walking
When skies are grey.
Whatever happens
Was meant that way.

We’ll be growing
Into knowing
Why we’re flowing
Keep on going

Life is my creation.
Is my best friend.
Imagination is my defense.
And I’ll keep walking
When skies are grey.
Whatever happens
Was meant that way.

I’m a creationist.
I’m a creationist.

This is an old and funny poem
I accidentally overheard

The Creationist, Kerli

Nov 16
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laurandlime:

EL ATENEO: A theatre turned into a library. Gorgeous right?

laurandlime:

EL ATENEO: A theatre turned into a library. Gorgeous right?

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La seconda cosa fastidiosa dopo gli imbecilli, sono i sostenitori degli imbecilli
— dielle (via dielle)
Nov 14
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Linkin Park - Faint

Nov 13
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Everything comes in time to him who knows how to wait.
War and Peace
, Lev Nikolayevitch Tolstoy

Nov 10
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Not one of us knows what effect his life produces, and what he gives to others; that is hidden from us and must remain so, though we are often allowed to see some little fraction of it, so that we may not lose courage.
— Albert Schweitzer
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Ella nominava “i nostri tempi”, come in generale piace fare alla gente ottusa, che suppone di aver trovato e di conoscere a fondo le particolarità della nostra epoca, e le qualità della gente che mutano col mutare dei tempi.
Guerra e pace, Lev Nikolaevic Tolstoj