It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year! (Sanremo)

Can we talk about how beautiful the female singers are?

Some looks from the Sanremo Green Carpet (10/02/2025)

The language we use is actually really fucking important

Spotify

Gravity

Coldplay · Talk · Song · 2005

"And then I looked up at the sun and I could see Oh, the way that gravity pulls on you and me And then I looked up at the sky and saw the sun And the way that gravity pushes on everyone

On everyone."

Do you guys wanna know how much nerd I am?

I am literally creating an excel database where I am putting all the books I have in my bedroom, read and unread, with all their informations (publishing house, publishing date, number of pages, name of authors, genre, etc).

Do I have a main goal doing this? No, but maybe I’ll find one.

But do I love this so much, anyway?

Hell yeah.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

I’m a simple bookworm: I find a new library, I sign myself in.

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶

Me right now.

Today I have to make the most difficult decision an Italian can face (deciding the fantasanremo team)