ok you know what scotland where do you get off having all this cool shit and hot people and kilts and stuff
because look at these fucking things
THESE ARE FAIRY POOLS, YOU CAN FIND THEM IN THE ISLE OF SKYE AND YOU KNOW WHAT?
THEY’RE GORGEOUS
SCOTLAND STOP HOLDING OUT ON ME HERE
MOTHERLAND…
Ya know, I see these every month really and I honestly don’t look at them like that. Plus of course it’s always raining so there’s that too…
Okotte no Hime
I'm Chiara. I'm 18 and I'm italian. I live in the countryside of a small small town in north-eastern Italy, and that's why I'm here: no one to be found near me, so many to be found just through my laptop. The internet saved me from loneliness, I have the most important people of my life in here, and I'm so happy about how different I am from many other girls my age just because I came to know different realities.
I love many things. I love all the fandoms I'm into (you'll find a lot of Bleach stuff in here). I love to play videogames even if I'm not so good at it. I love hot coffee in the morning, hot coffee in the evening, hot coffee at night, hot coffee everytime. I love my friends, irl or not. I love to dance and to sing, I love birds chirping outside my window on sunny days, I love the rain when I can stay home eating and sleeping, and I love this small small town where I live even if it's going in ruines. I love all the history I come across everytime I walk on the streets. I love the good smell of sweets and pastries in the morning, I love the bad smell of my dog when he comes to me to be cuddled after chasing some little animal. I love to concentrate on things I like more than on those I don't.
But one thing. I refuse to love someone again.
I love many things. I love all the fandoms I'm into (you'll find a lot of Bleach stuff in here). I love to play videogames even if I'm not so good at it. I love hot coffee in the morning, hot coffee in the evening, hot coffee at night, hot coffee everytime. I love my friends, irl or not. I love to dance and to sing, I love birds chirping outside my window on sunny days, I love the rain when I can stay home eating and sleeping, and I love this small small town where I live even if it's going in ruines. I love all the history I come across everytime I walk on the streets. I love the good smell of sweets and pastries in the morning, I love the bad smell of my dog when he comes to me to be cuddled after chasing some little animal. I love to concentrate on things I like more than on those I don't.
But one thing. I refuse to love someone again.
