Young - Blog Posts
Day 2 - Scicli
È la mia cittadina preferita, c’era un caldo infernale, il caldo era in testa, i litigi e l’amore intenso.
Day 2 - Mangiagesso, Modica
Day 1 - Modica
Era tardo pomeriggio aspettavamo che A. finisse di fare la spesa, il cuore a mille per l’ansia di riabbracciarti dopo giorni di lontananza, quel giorno avevo fatto un esame, preso un 27 e un’ora dopo preso un treno per iniziare quella che doveva essere la prima di una lunga serie di nostre avventure.
E t’avrei seguito ovunque
Ricordati sempre di stare con quelle persone che ti fanno sentire come se la tua vita fosse un film
In quei giorni c’era un freddo tremendo, viviamo nell’isola del sole, non siamo abituati alla neve addosso, i nostri inverni sono le primavere degli altri, ma al sole e fra le braccia l’uno dell’altro era un altro mondo. Era tutto chiuso, una città deserta, il mondo era nostro.
8 Gennaio 2017
Lui le guardò la bocca per un attimo. <<Non ho dormito questa notte. La vita è troppo bella per passarla a dormire, non trovate?>>
Dark Shadows
Agosto 2012
My first video!
but... what if they fused when they were younger?
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“You were red. You liked me because I was Blue. You touched me & suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you." 🌷
I helped my mom scare the doppelganger cat away after she ran into our home.
The cat entered our home twice before, because I let her in and petted her profusely. In our second visit, I soon discovered that the cat never drank from a running faucet and is pregnant. I could tell when she kept walking in my moms room to find a place to curl up in. I could then tell again when I felt her milk nipples after picking her up.
Sadly, I have not seen her since my mom and I scared her away a couple of days ago. I feel terrible, because I seen how she was jumpy and looked back at us as she ran away. I hope her family is caring for her, but those mats on her long fur say otherwise. I will give the cats guardians the benefit of the doubt as all our neighbors are above the age of 50 and her mats are unnoticeable when one is looking at her. It is culture, to have mouse hunting cats that are strictly for the outdoors.
The cat, she may not even be one of our neighbors, she may be a stray. So, I emailed or local veterinary indicating such. I will await a response from the veterinary office. I may or may not follow the cat one day. I will also ask my neighbors if they know of such a long haired, grey fur, green eyed, young, pregnant cat.
When we are very young, we are limited by the outside world, determined by the groups we belong to, also by other people. With time, we begin to observe life more and discover the truth about ourselves, we know more and more who we are and what we want. Life becomes real, takes on its proper meaning and shape, it's seen not as a collection of isolated scenes, but as a whole. Only then we can guide it properly and be happy.
M.
Exactly.
San Francisco Formal Living room - mid-sized contemporary formal and enclosed ceramic tile and brown floor living room idea with white walls and a wall-mounted tv
Steve's Young Daughter He Left Behind, is Scared by Sam and Bucky's Arguing
(Inspired by^)
Their arguing grew louder, more aggressive. Neither meant to escalate it, but Bucky was stressed and upset, and Sam was frustrated with it all. Their situation got increasingly more complicated the more time went on, and that showed no signs of stopping now Zemo was involved.
Sarah-Grace watched them with big eyes, huddled in a thick coat that had been draped over her by said Sokovian fugitive. The material kept her lovely and warm, almost to the point of lulling the girl to sleep. But she hated noise, especially shouting. Usually, her uncle Bucky spoke softly, avoiding making too much noise for her benefit. Same with Sam.
Hearing it now, Sarah curled into the warmth of the coat, trying to block it all out. She knew they didn't mean to scare her, but it was just too much.
Accidentially, she caught Zemo's eyes, then shyed away from them. He scared her a little, despite being nothing but kind to her so far.
"Guys!" He hissed, stepping towards them.
"What?!" Sam and Bucky snapped simultaneously, glaring daggers at him.
"You're scaring Sarah," Zemo said icily.
Their faces immediately softened, and they exchanged regretful glances. Bucky frowned, quickly moving over to kneel in front of her.
"We're sorry, Gracie," he said, voice returned to its soft hum, "I got too wound up. Are you okay?"
She raised her head, whimpering a little. Bucky's heart clenched, deadly afraid to see her scared of him. The idea had plagued him since the moment he realised what Steve did - once the anger dried up enough for other emotions to come through.
With her curly blonde hair and shining blue eyes, lightly flecked with green, she resembled Steve so much it sometimes hurt. Bucky believed she deserved better than him as a parent, but couldn't bring himself to give her up. If he was honest, this female reincarnation of his best friend gave Bucky the will to wake up every day.
She smiled meekly, reaching out to wrap her fingers around his metal hand. "It's okay. Promise you won't argue anymore?"
Sam nodded, crouching down beside them. "Promise. Sorry, sweetie."
She stood from the coat to hug them, her short arms only able to wrap around their necks. They leaned in to hold her, both making mental notes to keep their disagreements more civil from then on.
Over their shoulders, Sarah saw Zemo watching, and smiled at him. He returned it, misty eyed, still turning over the turkish delight in his hand.