sweet nothings

ANGELO BIANCHI. twenty. just getting by.

[angelobianchi]

finally taking his eyes from the computer screen, angelo lets out a small, exaggerated groan, “jesus, why did i even take summer classes,” he says to no one in particular, “i could’ve just enjoyed my summer, but no, i had to take boring, time consuming classes.”

[arthepburn]

“so what is it people exactly do for fun around here?”

[angelobianchi]

“oh, well, uh, i guess really all depends on what you consider fun. what kind of stuff do you like to do?”

[elecnoras]

“ okay, hypothetical question; if one was to spill paint on their bedroom floor, do you think their parents would kill them ??” eleonora’s hands and shirt were covered in light blue paint. this was a pretty common thing for the girl, since she was fairly clumsy, things always slipped out of her hands and paint splatters ended up on the floor. “ because if so, I might be dead. “ 

[angelobianchi]

shocked eyes widen at the blue paint on eleonora’s shirt, wondering what size stain she left on her bedroom floor, and imagining their dad’s reaction. truly, it made him faint to heart. “you are so dead,” he says quietly, standing and shaking his head, “so fucking dead, why were you even painting in your room?”

[nadirisms]

“WAIT, woah, woah, wait.” he pushes his hair back off his face, “do you think my hair looks sexy pushed back?” 

[angelobianchi]

angelo laughs, “i think you should probably ask someone else that question, dude,” he says, with a teasing tone.

[angelobianchi]

hello everyone, it’s ya boi, aliera, back at you with a shy boy named angelo. before i get into him, just like this post if you wanna plot, or just message me here or on liam’s account!! anyway, without further ado, let’s talk about good ol’ angelo!!!

giant nerd, loves school, loves to read books. has a giant collections of novels in his room, with not nearly enough book shelves to contain them. will read basically anything he can get his hand’s on, and aspires to be an author one day (maybe)

speaking of what he wants to be one day, angelo really has no solid ideas! he likes the idea of being an author, being a teacher, being a librarian. honestly, he has too many ideas, and he’s afraid that one decison will be the worst decison of his life

and honestly, he’s just afraid of the future in general!! he’s always thought about it, and honestly the more he thinks about it, the more he wants to avoid it at all costs, and just live in the moment. 

a lot of this has to do with his upbringing. the oldest kid, by just a year but still, angelo has always felt like there was a lot of pressure on him to be the best?? and despite how he tried, he always felt like he fell short. he was smart, but never got the best grades. he was never very atheltic. never very social, having the same friends he always has (not that he would give his ride or die gang for anything in the world.) 

as well, his fear of the future has only gotten worse since his diagnosis! about four months ago now, he was diagnosised with young onset parkinson’s, and while it’s only in the first stage now, he has no idea what will happen when it gets worse. his whole life, angelo has always felt vunerable, and this just makes him feel even more weak. so, he keeps the truth to himself, taking his meds and hoping he can avoid everything.