Quei giorni perduti a rincorrere il vento
A chiederci un bacio
E volerne altri cento.
Fabrizio De André. (via quelmareciavevafregato)


(via fourteenblushes)
Ottobre ed il freddo che avanza.
Ci pensi mai ad una stanza, un letto, una coperta, due corpi e nessuna distanza?
― (via guardiamlastessastella)
È la sensazione migliore al mondo quando abbracci qualcuno ed esso ricambia stringendoti più forte.

(via cirivedremodentroletuelacrime)

Oh si

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(via sonounassolutodisastro)

She was terrific to hold hands with. Most girls if you hold hands with them, their goddam hand dies on you, or else they think they have to keep moving their hand all the time, as if they were afraid they’d bore you or something. Jane was different. We’d get into a goddam movie or something, and right away we’d start holding hands, and we wouldn’t quit till the movie was over. And without changing the position or making a deal out of it. You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.
 J. D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via teenager90s)