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Mindless dreamer, mainly. But also Chiara, 22, Italian, occasionally.
Unavoidably detained by the world.
Struggling with definitions, this might be a personal blog with a lot of photos I shot. But it might be anything else, too, really.
Expect accidental ramblings. But don't expect too much anyway.

Sometimes I fangirl a bit(and I'm not-so-unpredictable on the subject of my affection), but I have a side blog for that, don't fret.
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Day 8302

Pastiera.


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Day 8301

Day 8301

Day 8299

Comfort food.

Day 8299
Comfort food.

Day 8297

"I’ve always thought people would find a lot more pleasure in their routines if they burst into song at significant moments."

- John Barrowman

Day 8297

"I’ve always thought people would find a lot more pleasure in their routines if they burst into song at significant moments."
 - John Barrowman

Day 8293

Useless efforts.

Day 8293
Useless efforts.

"Prepare thy brow to frown."

And your heart to break…but “mildly”!
(presso The Space Cinema)

"Prepare thy brow to frown."
And your heart to break…but “mildly”! (presso The Space Cinema)

Those posts that suddenly pop out on your tumblr dashboard exactly at the right moment to cheer you up, even if you didn’t quite know you needed them.

It’s one of those days. And I feel like saying thank you, internet people, for that.

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Day 8292

Basil.


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Day 8291

The last survivor.

Day 8291
The last survivor.

Day 8290

And I needed just one more lie then there’s nothing that I can do.

Day 8290

And I needed just one more lie then there’s nothing that I can do.

Day 8289

Ops, I did it again.

Day 8289
Ops, I did it again.
PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me,
I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has become not yours only, nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you—I am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone,
I am to wait—I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

— To a Stranger - Walt Whitman

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I’m feeling shyer and the world gets darker.


I’m feeling shyer and the world gets darker.
April 1. This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three hundred and sixty-four.

—  Mark Twain

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Day 8285

Loneliness and gaps.

Day 8285
Loneliness and gaps.