It's what we do with what we feel.


Hi! I'm Greta. I'm just an italian girl from naples. I'm an overthinker and a daydreamer, but i'm also a party lover. I'm not a sweet angel as i look like, i'm more a neon angel on the road to ruin ahah. And even if some people say i'm a bitch, i'll be sweet if you talk with me, i promise!
I have two beloved horses, Libero and Isis, they really mean life to me. I also put my whole self in loving photography and reading.

I ❤ : kaya scodelario, the mortal instruments, eric lamaze 'n hickstead, the runaways, the vampire diaries, every book by carlos ruiz zafon, pretty little liars, skins, every kind of quotes.
I reblog what i like, and sometimes i post something by me. (:

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19/4/12
19/4/12
throughgreiseyes: “Disarm you with a smileAnd cut you like you want me toCut that little childInside of me and such a part of youThe killer in me is the killer in you.”
19/4/12
such a sweet thing *_*
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18/4/12
mattcaplin: alba and her cousins, sommer & belle
18/4/12

La semplicità è mettersi nudi davanti agli altri.
E noi abbiamo tanta difficoltà ad essere veri con gli altri.
Abbiamo timore di essere fraintesi, di apparire fragili, di finire alla mercè di chi ci sta di fronte.
Non ci esponiamo mai. Perché ci manca la forza di essere uomini, quella che ci fa accettare i nostri limiti, che ce li fa comprendere, dandogli senso e trasformandoli in energia, in forza appunto.
Io amo la semplicità che si accompagna con l’umiltà. Mi piacciono i barboni. Mi piace la gente che sa ascoltare il vento sulla propria pelle, sentire gli odori delle cose, catturarne l’anima.
Quelli che hanno la carne a contatto con la carne del mondo. Perché lì c’è verità, lì c’è dolcezza, lì c’è sensibilità, lì c’è ancora amore.

Alda Merini (via malinconialeggera)

(via myborderland)

18/4/12
novelreverie: Tessa had begun to tremble. This was what she had always wanted someone to say. What she had always, in the darkest corner of her heart, wanted Will to say. Will, the boy who loved the same books she did, the same poetry she did, who made her laugh even when she was furious. And here he was  standing in front of her, telling her he loved the words of her heart, the shape of her soul. Telling her something she had never imagined anyone would ever tell her. Telling her something she would never be told again, not in this way. And not by him. And it did not matter.
18/4/12

Day 7 - 30 Day Infernal Devices Challenge

Favourite song of Bridget’s?

Actually, I like Bridget and her ballads ahah. At school in english literature I’d been so happy to study ballads because they made me think about her! I think my favourite is:

“Must I go bound while you go free

Must I love a man who doesn’t love me

Must I be born with so little art

As to love a man who’ll break my heart?”

1/3/12
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