When The Weather Decides For You
I was at Aurora's house and the plan was so simple. Stay there for a bit, chat about everything and then take my bike home. Literally ten minutes. That's it. Easy. But then I looked outside and the sky over the fields started changing color in the weirdest way. One minute it felt like a normal summer afternoon, the next one the wind was shaking every tree and everything looked so dark. A few seconds later it started raining. Not normal rain. Like... the kind that makes you stop talking and justThe Song I Literally Can't Stop Playing
I think we all have that one song. The one that somehow takes over your whole brain for days without asking for permission. Mine right now is Lo Que Tiene, and I'm not even kidding when I say I've probably listened to it hundreds of times this week. Spotify is probably looking at me like... girl, are you okay? 😭 For the past five days it has been the first thing I play in the morning and the last thing before I fall asleep. I keep telling myself I should find something new, but then my finger g
Milan, I am coming
I have been thinking about this for days now. Like, literally days. Lying in bed at night, phone in my hand, just scrolling through photos of streets I already know by heart but somehow never get tired of looking at. The Duomo at golden hour. Via Montenapoleone completely empty early in the morning. That specific shade of grey that the Milan sky gets in certain afternoons that I honestly cannot find anywhere else in the world. I know it sounds dramatic. My mom already told me I am being dramatithe soundtrack of my childhood
There is one sound that takes me home immediately, no matter where I am in the world. It is not a song. It is a voice. my dad, the biggest fan i know My father has been in love with Queen since before I was even born. I grew up watching him close his eyes during certain songs, like the world outside just disappeared for three minutes. Every car ride, every Sunday lunch, every long summer drive to the coast, Queen was always there in the background. It was never a choice, it was just our sou
the quiet after
The rooftop was empty by 9:30, the kind of empty that feels like a gift instead of a loneliness. I was still in my swimsuit, sand somewhere between the fabric and my skin, hair half dry from a day that started with lights and cameras and ended, finally, with nothing at all. The air was warm and soft, the kind of evening that holds onto the heat a little longer, like it does not want the day to end either. I sat down without really deciding to. My phone stayed face down. For once I did not chec