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Day 4!

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Day 3!

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Day two! 

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I once wrote a poem about death

When you die and you stop,  you just stop,  and it’s over,  and your body is not yours  anymore and your eyes are not yours  anymore,  and even when you live you see death, everyday on the news you hear about death you grow so accustomed to death that it doesn’t even bother you anymore. 

And yes, it’s a stop,  it’s the stop.  But the fact that it exist gives meaning to life itself ‘cause, you know,  even when you don’t think about  it, that you only have little time  left,  a lifetime is so  short,  and you try desperatly to enjoy it as best as you can to do everything you want to do ‘cause you know it’s gonna stop. 

And so you keep going and living the most of your life,  ‘cause there’s death. 

The stop. 

And probably,  without it,  there would be no meaning in starting. 

So, cheers to death. 

‘Cause it stops. 

I basically had to write about something ugly/bad, and finding the beauty in it. And this is the final result. 

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This is the first day! I decided that I will write on my actual journal and then just upload the pictures here, so I really hope you can understand my terrible writing. 

See ya tomorrow!

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27/08/2015 the first post

I should probably go to bed, ‘cause it’s like, almost 4 am, and even though tomorrow i have nothing important to do, and there’s no need for me to wake up early. But i should probably go to sleep either way. 

I usually get sad and thoughful during the night, and i probably spent way too much time looking for information regarding my personality type on the internet in the last few hours. I’m just obsessed with it, since I first took the 16 personalities test. I keep looking for every single piece of information i can find, and I think it’s because it feels nice to feel understood, somehow. Even if it’s me, the one understanding stuff. 

Reading about something you can relate to always feel nice, and I just love the whole personality thing. I love taking personality tests. I always try to understand myself better and I somehow think that these kind of tests can help me doing it. I don’t know. 

I don’t even know what this random post is about, but I guess it’s a good beginning for this blog, at least this way people can actually see how I work, how my mind works. Also, this is definitely meant to be way more personal than the other one, and that’s also the reason why I’m writing in english instead of using my mother language, which is italian. I just love the english language, and most of the time i find myself thinking in english, so why not write this whole thing in english. 

This post probably has no sense, but is fine. 

While looking on the infp tumblr tag i happened to read something that i really relate to. which was a text post about how much the persone that wrote it hates small talk, and would much better prefer to have deep conversation about anything, like space, or how is it like to live on the moon and stuff like that. And I was like “finally someone put it into words, I could’t have done a better job explaining it”. 

I just want to talk about deep stuff, all the time, which may be weird, ‘cause everyone needs some jokes sometimes. But i just want to hear people talking about what it would be like to live as a bee for a day, for example ( I’d actually love that by the way, if anyone wants to talk to me about that, I’m willing to listen for hours ). 

So yeah, I think what this text post is actually about is me being weird, and me looking for deep conversation with other weird people. 

What a wonderful way to procastinate going to bed. 

But actually, tell me about the bees. 

I love bees.