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Soulmates

Wuthering heights, Emily Brontë// Radio Silence, Alice Oseman// The song of Achilles, Madeline Miller

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Taking some time for myself.

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I've always hated autumn. I feel blue when the days get shorter, darker, colder. I live for the warmth of sunlight on my skin and seeing the sun shining until late. Everything dies, in autumn. That's why I love spring.

But this year, for the very first time, I'm trying to see autumn with different eyes, trying to give it a chance. Even if I still can't stand it, I've definitely fallen in love with its colors.

Pics are mine

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Believe me when I say that although I've gone to the theatre so many times, your smile is still the best show ever performed.

Pics are mine

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Autumn in Vercelli.

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You're the first sunray I see in the morning which brights up my day.

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This summer I stayed away more than a month, and I traveled a lot around Spain and Italy. I came back less than a week ago, and I decided to try to look at my city with different eyes: just like a tourist. This is the result. I've just had a walk around my neighborhood, and in 10 minutes I noticed so many beautiful views and details. Sometimes we just need a break in order to appreciate what we already have.

Pics are mine

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-Luna de lobos, Julio Llamazares

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I don't wanna be me anymore.

Pics are mine (first time ever I post pics of just myself, lol)

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Pov: you study in ✨Italy✨

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Spring vibes.

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Pics are mine.

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Feeling dead inside.

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-Umberto Saba, prefazione ad Uccelli

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“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

— Haruki Murakami