Everything sounds better in Italian - 16 Luscious Italian Words And Phrases You Need In Your Life

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Everything sounds better in Italian - 16 Luscious Italian Words And Phrases You Need In Your Life
if you ever make culaccino into a full length fic I might actually die,,,, loved that dynamic between the two 😭
LMAO I DONT BLAME YOU I DIED WHILE WRITING IT
LIKE LITERALLY I TEXTED LIKE 5 PEOPLE AND DIED IN THEIR DMS
My soul ascended
Thank you for reading! I probably won't make it a full length fic, but if I do, let's just hope I survive
#culaccino #dasleichteleben (hier: Vienna, Austria)
- Culaccino
“O velho senhor Júpiter não foi para a cama, como usualmente, ao invés disso ele preferiu desintegrar da sua realidade e conhecer o vazio do éter de outra dimensão sob a forma de 26 gotas de substância preta genérica.” técnica: culaccino e nanquim sobre papel reciclado (141,4 x 100mm) elemento bizarro: culaccino (marca de copo) Por: Theo Teixeira
Condensation's Condemnation
There you lie scattered, refracted remnant patterns, mirror image tattered, the only one who mattered; Evading my grasp, at sea, lost at last, release's razing rasp, phantom's past aghast.
I wish someone had warned me about the darkness that life brings, as profusely as my mother did - about the mark a cold cup leaves on precious African blackwood; a tea table - not unlike my tainted heart, still with the rings your callous fingers left, when you ripped into my, now abandoned, chest
I awoke beneath the coffee table and looking up through the smeared culaccino left on the transparent top by that tumbler of wine was sure it was you and not your Mom when I did that filthy wiggle’n’jiggle for giggles you like so much
I am so very very very sorry
kingdom of spies
I knew you’d been here by the drizzly dew left on the desk by your chalice of iced tea
You’re off now celebrating a chortling toast to the demise of my privacy