Archive for marzo, 2018


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You’re not a shitty person just because some people don’t acknowledge you or appreciate your worth. You matter. You are loved. You’re not defined by what other people think of you. Better yet, why define yourself at all? A definition has limits and boundaries. Seek only to grow, expand, evolve, and change. The right people will persist in your life or appear in due time. Love yourself; focus on yourself; take care of yourself; radiate love, goodness, and kindness; seek knowledge; express gratitude daily; pursue the things that tug at your soul. All else will follow. You’ll be alright. Keep your head up.

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I’m finally riding my bike again after I put the little b***h under a massive revision (totaly dismounted and washed with gasoline? Of course!) And now I’m back on the road….

It’s an absolute zen for me, like Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody at full volume, like my Chevrolet darling when roars and leaves the traffic in the dust….

It’s almost better than sex…but please don’t tell Ti I said it….😉

3864

Why, oh why!

When I am a bit less overworked I get the most strangest urges to write something new and powerful and possibly totally fucked up when I have stories I haven’t touched for months.

I guess that’s the untold destiny of the writer for hobby…a lot of heartbreak when you see no-one reading your pieces (because there are almost no more updates, of course!) and more pain when you know you have a good story unraveling in your mind but not the time to properly flesh it out.

I have truly one day, actually just hours, to truly decompress in a week and sitting in front of my desk watching a monitor is getting harder…

=(

I feel awful, there I wrote it.

I’m sorry for it but I guess life comes only once and we need to appreciate it to its fullest.

3861

Rain pattering gently on the glass panes.
Fire cracking in the grate, light swaying on his relaxed face, the sharp angle of his cheeckbones.
Lips slightly parted while he breathes deeply in his slumber.

It truly has been a mad week for both of us, always running from one spot to another, always ‘on it’ like we didn’t have an actual life.
We did make a lot of money in the last five days but I feel like death warmed over, and Ti – apart from his extraordinary phisique, as he says – looks peaked I admit.
I still have work to do right now, I should finish reading this article and wrap the listings up…I can’t help but staring at him.
Work be damned.

When you promise him to take care of dessert for dinner…
And you present him with Tiramisù made like it has to be made.
And he goes…

“Fräulein…what the hell is that thing?!”
“I thought it was pretty much self explanatory.”
“I’m not eating it, that’s a heart attack waiting to happen!”

I watch him, he watches me.
He gets weary but keeps a straight face…
…then fidgets and that’s my cue!

“How much would you wager if I tell you you’re going to want another portion after you taste it?”
“Not gonna happen, Fräulein.”
“Try me.”

End of the story?
The moment the first spoonful disappears inside his mouth I actually see his pupils dilating like balloons.
I can’t hide the smirk, ignoring his puppy eyes.
I firmly took the tin and put it in the fridge.
Because I too can be evil sometimes…

Lo ammetto, il mio stacanovismo distruttivo sta finalmente dando i suoi frutti…sono fuori di melone.

Compongo odi ai miei occhiali perché…li adoro cavoli…

Quando cambio montatura vado invariabilmente sul minimal estroso targato Armani e questa volta sono ‘caduta’ su una montatura di fatto invisibile, anni 70′ e sottile come un filo di ferro.

Giuro che avrei voluto un bel tondo tipo tartaruga con inserti dorati ma i costi erano totalmente fuori (tra l’altro il tondo era in plastica senza vite, ogni volta che cambi le lenti bisogna scaldare, ti dò un paio di cambi prima che la montatura si crepi e faccia caput!).

Tra l’altro mi fa due occhioni blu, il mio viso non sembra una palla (cosa che sarebbe accaduta se non fossi dimagrita i miei bei quindici kg, quindi occhio al peso!) e sono leggerissimi nonostante le lenti enormi.

Tra l’alto sto spammando il mio portatile, non fateci caso eh! xD

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I’m so tired…
They say it’s spring, I say it’s life.
Lucky me business is booming, money’s good and…
…my bike is broken.
I’m desperate for a ride.

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