A desert land somewhere in my mind

Saturniana

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Swearing in Italian

Swearing in Italian is simple, but not quite. Italy has 20 different regions and 101 provinces. That means that swearing may significantly vary from region to region according to each vernacular spoken in each city. For this reason, I’ve paid particular attention in avoiding those swearwords that aren’t commonly used in Standard Italian. Thus words like cazzimma, guallera, latrina, chiavica, madò etc, used, in this case, in my vernacular (Neapolitan) are not listed.

cazzo: fuck (literally: dick, cock) - cazzo can be used in combination with chi (who), che (what), dove (where), quando (when), perché (why), e.g. chi cazzo sei tu? (who the fuck are you?); che cazzo fai? (what the fuck are you doing?); dove cazzo vai? (where the fuck are you going?); quando cazzo torni? (when the fuck are you coming back?); perché cazzo non mi rispondi? (why the fuck are you not replying?).

cavolo: frick (literally: cauliflower, used instead of cazzo)

coglione: arsehole, (lierally: testicle)

merda: shit

stronzo/a: arsehole (literally: piece of shit)

cazzate: bullshit, lies, nonsense

cavolate: bullshit, lies, nonsense (from: cavolo)

stronzate: bullshit, lies, nonsense (from: stronzo)

puttana: slut

zoccola:  slut (literally: latrine rat)

troia: whore (literally: sow)

bastardo: bastard

culo: arse

porco: pig cazzone: wanker, arsehole (literally: big dick)

leccaculo: lapdog (literally: arse licker, vulgar variant of leccapiedi, literally: feet licker)

oddio: oh God (not really a cuss word, but still a profanity; from: oh dio) Madonna: Virgin Mary (same as above)

testa di cazzo: dickhead

e che cazzo: what the fuck (literally: what the dick)

che cazzo ne so: what the fuck do I know

figlio di puttana: motherfucker (literally: son of a whore)

brutto stronzo: ugly fucker

stronzo/puttana/coglione.. etc di merda: shitty arsehole/slut/arsehole

vaffanculo: fuck you (literally: go fuck someone in the arse)

fottiti: fuck you (from: fottere, to shag, fuck)

va’ a farti fottere: go fuck yourself (literally: go let someone fuck you)

va’ a cacare: fuck you (literally: go take a shit; from: cacare, to shit)

mi stai facendo incazzare: you’re pissing me off (from: incazzarsi, to get pissed off)

(mi) hai rotto i coglioni/le palle: you’re being really fucking annoying (literally: you’ve cracked my balls) 

porco Giuda: shit (literally: Judas the pig)

porca miseria: holy cow, but ruder (literally: pig misery)

[wendibones]

This is really important! :P

I would personally add some local swearing from Bologna. We use sócc'mel, soccia = standard swearing fro everything between ‘shit’ and surprise exclamation (literally: suck my dick).

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Decisamente “Soccia”

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Lo stato sociale mi capisce

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Images from We Are Still Here, a Photographic Account of the American Indian Movement  

[emotionsarecrazy]

1. a cold night, i’m wrapped in my blanket, but something is missing. i put on your sweatshirt, and inhale in your smell, and things are alright, even if temporarily. 2. i’m struggling to find words to describe what you mean to me. “do i wanna know” by the arctic monkeys comes up on shuffle. “there’s this tune i found that makes me think of you somehow and i play it on repeat until i fall asleep.” i am suddenly inspired and i write page after page about you. 3. it’s been a good day with friends, yet it feels incomplete. i send you a text, you reply immediately and my day is complete. 4. i accidentally run into you. it wasn’t planned, it wasn’t manipulated, it was simply a coincidence. fate. luck. chance. serendipity. all words i would use to depict what having you in my life is like. 5. me, slightly intoxicated, seeing you and only you. calling out your name, and by some miracle, you happen to be in the same room, holding my hand, telling me you’re here and not going anywhere. 6. you post pictures with your friends, of a party i wasn’t invited to. i get jealous, and i wish you were with me, but i text you anyway telling you how good you look tonight. 7. the slight dread in every inch of my body every time i think i open a bit too much of myself to you, but when you reciprocate, every thing looks up for the better. 8. us, sipping hot chocolate, over piles of homework, all smiles, discussing our favorite novels, not a care in the world towards all the work we have to do. 9. me, lying in bed, crying, because every thing is just too much and i can’t concentrate on anything because i am succumbed in thoughts of you. the slightest attention from you - a ray of hope, is what can make me smile no matter what state of tears i may be in 10. you, sitting across from me, at a crowded table. every time you look at me, something my heart flutters with hope and joy.

10 times i realized i was in too deep by @emotionsarecrazy (via emotionsarecrazy)

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☽ grunge and disposable ☾

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✖ REBELLION KILLED THE ANGEL ✖

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♢ cut myself on angel hair ♢

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🌓Teenage wasteland🌓 

[castellidillusioni]

Ero innamorata del suo ricordo, non di lui. E mi ci è voluto parecchio per capirlo. Io amavo quello che era, non quello che è diventato.

cit. (via solainquestomondomalato)

e che sei diventato.

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Ceilings in roman churches are unreal.

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