She was there every night and now she's gone.
A thousand bitter layers, worse than an Aperol Spritz.
I'm gonna need to dracarys that BS.
On Wednesdays, we wear spandex.
Instead of cups of sugar, we've exchanged keys and screams.
The word "menefreghista" doesn't exist in English, but it's now part of my daily Italian vocabulary.
Smother minor annoyances with minor delights.
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I attempt to prove I'm a competent adult, despite what my plumber thinks.
Baby L swayed back and forth in her mama’s womb as they crossed the sea to Italy.