“I think the Fine Clothes are ugly as sin. If I have to put my Dovakiin in civilian attire, I want her to actually look like a girl.”
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.
