#ciao mamma

[thenyxwriter]

Ciao mamma,

Ormai è passato così tanto tempo dall’ultima volta che ti ho visto, sono quasi 17 anni credo…

Ho da farti così tante domande che, non so nemmeno da dove iniziare: ho da dirti così tante cose che credo di non riuscire mai a finire di scrivere.

Sapevo di dover lottare tanto per la mia libertà e per i miei diritti, ma credevo che tutto questo avrebbe avuto una fine prima o dopo… forse avevo solo tanta fretta di crescere e adesso invece, non vedo l’ora che tutto questo finisca.

Non voglio tornare indietro, se potessi fare una richiesta diretta a te, credo ti domanderei il favore di non farmi nascere mai.

Ho sempre pensato di avere un posto in questo mondo, di essere destinata a qualcosa di grande proprio perché non mi ci trovavo nel piccolo pensiero triangolare di un uomo medio. Adesso credo che se non riesco ad avere un posto nemmeno nel cuore di qualcuno, questo grande disegno, questo destino incommensurabile non è qui, non è ora, non in questo mondo o in questa dimensione.

Ma allora perché mamma? Perché tutto questo? Che senso ha? Non c’è giorno che tramonti o alba che si sollevi senza che io riesca a trovare una risposta a tutto questo.

Non voglio sforzarmi un solo giorno della mia vita ad omologarmi agli altri, se avessi ancora una voce io urlerei, lo urlerei a tutti i venti che non sono come loro, che non voglio esserlo mai.

Questa notte ti ho sognata di nuovo, ancora una volta io ti ho parlato e tu non mi hai ascoltata, ancora una volta mi hai detto che tu sei felice perché tutto questo sta per finire…

Sei felice perché presto tornerai ad abbracciarmi e che staremo insieme per sempre.

Io aspetto questo momento da anni senza tollerare alcuna debolezza: ci ho già provato e ho pensato ancora di commettere suicidio… e se mi sono fermata ogni volta e perché so per certo che non è la strada giusta per venire da te.

So per certo che se lo faccio allora io non ti rivedrò mai più.

E a chi le faccio poi tutte queste domande che mi mandano a fuoco la mente e il cuore se non a te?

Selene Nyx

#ciao mamma #ottobre #tumblr italia #domande #senza risposta #sempre #solo tu #ci sei sempre #sempre insieme #senza forze #urlare #umanità #il mio mondo #senza un posto #nel cuore #di nessuno

[miss-crazy-rose]

So you’re telling me Maria di Angelo, daughter of an Italian diplomat, probably grew up among the high society of Venice, saw a sassy funky little goth dude walking around one day and said… “yeah. imma tap that.”

…seems legit to me. Good for you girlie

#mamma di angelo knows what’s up #bet she was a riot #bet she just said ‘ciao’ and hades folded #maria di angelo #hades pjo #percy jackson #pjo

[hebeandersen]

"Ciao mamma" GHALI SE TI VENGONO A DIRE CHE NON SEI ITALIANO DOPO QUESTO IO NON SO

#meditteranean culture is ciao mamma #sanremo #sanremo 2024

[mynameis-gloria]

Ieri, serenità

#ciao mamma guarda come mi ustiono #fotografie #no repost

[i-am-a-polpetta]

una vera frocia metallara 🤟🌈

#ciao mamma torno domani di traverso

[omarfor-orchestra]

Bellissimo il film il mio commento finale è sbattimi come un tappe[SPARO]

#c'erano tutti gli amici di Matteo hanno fatto un casino #facevano troppo ridere #quindi lui super cazzaro ma ci sta #solo che io non riuscivo a smettere di pensare a 'adesso esco e dico 'ciao mamma sono frocio“' #e niente mentre loro facevano casino per lui e gli amici di lei per lei io ero molto gelosa di lei perché si è paccata AleG

[gaysessuale]

okay mi stanno facendo vedere amici da intossicato, tipo una puntata a caso e penso proprio che ci sarà un lieve liveblogging

#ciao mamma tuo figlio è un bravo ragazzo che uhhh che che uhh

[deathshallbenomore]

Non so quali nello specifico intendi con partitini del cazzo, ma io voterò un partitino del cazzo perché mi rappresenta a livello di politiche proposte. Sono stufa di fare voto utile, perché sicuramente a me non è utile.

gesuiddio da dove cominciamo? forse dal fatto che in realtà ho collegato il concetto di partitino del cazzo al voto di protesta, e il voto di protesta di certo NON è il voto di chi crede e si vede rappresentatə in un partito, grande o piccolo che sia, perché quello è semplicemente il voto di chi trova un partito che l’aggrada e lo vota - easy as that.

in secondo luogo, okay!? ma poi scusa ma magari lo voto pure io un partitino apparentemente irrilevante ma in cui mi riconosco, mica ho detto per chi voterò! quello che non apprezzo è l’astensionismo e il voto a partiti a caso in modalità clown agonistico tipo “ho votato il partito dei pensionati per fare una burla perché in realtà mi fa tutto schifo”. detto ciò pace e bene ciao buon voto🤙

#come se i miei two cents contassero qualcosa peraltro #ciao mamma guarda sono la nuova chiara ferragni e ho catturato l’attenzione di tuttə parlando di elezioni #dai che è lunedì. suvvia

[gonetoosoon]

Stasera ho rivisto un video in cui cucinavi. Eravamo a casa, solo io e te e lì ti ho sentito, forse come mai, papà.

Sono dovuta scappare in bagno perché mi veniva da piangere.

Perché? Perché devi sempre rovinare tutto? Perché non sei un vero padre?

E sai vorrei parlartene, da persone adulte, come se ne parlassi ad un tuo amico.

Vorrei chiederti cosa ti ha spinto ad essere così, a parte la droga.

Vorrei sapere se sei sempre stato così o se è stata proprio lei a rovinarti.

Ma non lo farò, per vari motivi. Ormai è troppo tardi, e poi tu cercheresti sempre scuse, svieresti il discorso e non si concluderebbe nulla.

Sai ormai l'ho accettato, ti ho accettato: sei un uomo, un tossico e un'egoista.

Ma quando rivedo quei video penso 'perché il tempo non si è fermato lì?'

Mi hai fatto quella pasta orrenda, ma io ti ho detto che era buona e l'abbiamo mangiata insieme seduti a tavola solo io e te, come non avevamo mai fatto e come probabilmente mai rifaremo.

Perché così si fa, con i genitori. Anche se cucinano qualcosa che fa schifo bisogna sempre dire che è buona, perché l'hanno fatto per te.

Ecco, ma se quel piatto di pasta è l'unica cosa che tuo padre abbia mai fatto per te che fai? Come ti comporti?

Mi sento così stupida..a cercare un papà, a volere il mio papà anche ora che ho un lavoro, una vita mia lontana da te, una semi-indipendenza e non ho più bisogno di te, parlando in termini pratici. Sappi però che vorrei tanto che ne valessi la pena.

Non ci spero più, ma lo avrei voluto tanto e lo vorrei ancora.

-gonetoosoon

#gonetoosoon #amore #mi manchi #distanza #fottuta distanza #frasi belle #morte #schifo #frasi e citazioni #papà e figlia #mamma e papà #ciao papà #papà #pasta #cucina

[gecko-chann]

io in nessuna delle serate ho ascoltato la canzone dei cugini di campagna

sono fedele ai miei traumi infantili

#sanremo #sanremo 2023 #ciao mamma è colpa tua

[i-reach-for-me-but-im-not-there]

ma lo vedevo solo io il ragazzo dietro ad Ama che faceva facce e gesti?

#da bravo italiano ha anche detto CIAO MAMMA #sanremo #sanremo 2023

[stocatzo]

L'estate per me significa interminabili pomeriggi afosi passati in solitudine.

#ciao mamma guarda come mi diverto

[liesmyth]

GHALI SHOWED UP DRESSED LIKE A LESBIAN SAID CIAO MAMMA & STOP GENOCIDE. king

#ti amo bellissimo favoloso #sanremo #ghali

[dreamauri]

on my knees begging for an update on “for sentimental reasons” please please don’t leave us hanging

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"Coco?" Charles saw the little four year old girl wandering around. "Carli!" The little toddler giggled with a big smile. Her little fancy shoes tapping against the floor as she approached the Monégasque, making grabby hands signalling for him to carry her.

"dov'è la tua mamma? [where's your mom] He picked her up gently, mindful of her dress. "Carli." Was the girl's response as she pocked his cheek, a wide smile and giggle on her face. She looked so much like her mother it made his heart warm. The same smile and eyes. "andiamo a cercare santino" [lets go find santino] "Papa è a casa." [dad's home] She finally talked as Charles began walking with her through the Monaco gala.

Wait . . . Santino's not here? Were the rumours true? Charles couldn't help but think and find to piece the events together as he looked through the seating's. Charles was going to have to sit for now while he finds someone who could help him. "Acqua." The girl tried to reach for the champagne glass on the table but Charles was quick to stop her. "quella non è acqua, Coco." [that's not water, coco]

Charles was quick to open a water bottle for her, supporting her as she took little sips. She leaned back on his lap, holding onto one shoulder with her other hand on his face, inspecting it. And Charles let her. She was too cute and adorable. He couldn't help the smile that arose on his lips when she traced the outside of his eyes. "Verde." [green] She nodded in approval.

"Coco!" Lando gasped as he squatted down beside Charles, a wide exited smile on his face. "Coco, saluta Lando."[coco, say hi to lando] "ciao." Coco gave the other brunette a smile and a wave and Lando couldn't help but feel his heart explode with how cute she was. "Oh she's so cute." Lando awed as he picked her up gently, gently bouncing her which only made her giggle happily. "Is Santino here with her?" "No. She said he's back in Italy." "Back in Italy? But—"

"Mami!" The two boys panicked once the girl pointed at her mother. Lando quickly shoved the girl in Charles chest before making an escape. Charles was surprized, quickly holding onto the girl, accidentally bumping head with her and knocking his glasses of one ear.

"Mami." The toddler cheered once her mother came over. A worried smile was on your face as you gently lifted the girl into your embrace. "Dove sei stato? Stavo cercando dappertutto—" [where have you been? i was looking everywhere for-] You paused, once your eyes met the wide eyed and tense figure of Charles. ". . .You."

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest as you held eye contact with him. Your mouth wouldn't even open so you could at least thank him. 5 years. Returning after a hiatus for five years and you've never expected Charles to look so . . .

"Hey." He broke the silence. "I— h—Hi. How've you been?" You asked hesitantly, stuttering over your words. "Well, My wife left me-" He joked, but apparently too son because you flinched. "But Coco took care of me." He played off.

"Yeah." You chucked nervously, brushing hair off your daughter's face. "She's been watching a lot of doctor shows recently, did she preform a proper eye inspection?" "She did actually." A moment of silence crept again between you.

Charles . . . well was Charles. He had a smile on his face despite having little dirt foot prints on his lap and glasses crooked from Carli. He wasn't so . . . down like the last time you saw him. The colours were bright in his eyes and cheeks. You could only wonder if there was a woman in his life responsible for that and the odds were yes.

"Well, I'm going to deal with this little ball of sunshine," You paused gently, pushing his glasses properly over his nose. Fine wine, you thought. "I'll . . . see you around?"

Charles looked at you for a few seconds blinking. "Oh- wait you want to see me?" He furrowed his eyebrows confused, pointing at himself. You gave a shy smile. "I thought it's be nice to catch up. I'm gonna need some help since Monaco's gotten a few tweaks since I've been here."

"Yeah," He breathed out, nodding quickly. "Of course."

"Dici ciao ciao, coco." [say byebye, coco] "ciao ciao, Carli." "Ciao, coco."

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[todayontumblr]

Wednesday June 14.

Tumblr's Tuesday Explainer: Italy.

Ayyee! Mamma mia!! Wassamaddawiyo! ?

What is the matter with us, indeed. Well, we held out as long as we could, but like a Dolmio advert sent into this online ether, we lasted all of about two seconds before lapsing flamboyantly into offensive Italian stereotypes. Our grandmothers would have been ashamed!! Well, we hope we can make it up to our collective grandmothers with this exploration, and indeed celebration, of the colorful, complex nation that is #italy. It is a nation with food, landscapes, and architecture as beautiful as any on Earth. Its social and political history is a little uglier, to say the least. But why waste time and energy that could be spent making our grandmother's famous tagliatelle al ragù when we could leave the educating of Italy's murky past up to the intellectual powerhouse that is #philomena cunk?

Ahh, #italy. A magnificent, complex nation. We hope you have enjoyed our first deep dive into this European powerhouse, and if you did, don't thank us. Thank the one-woman renaissance herself, #philomena cunk.

Ciao, for now x

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[formulalfc]

If you can make this a longer fic I would love that😊

Anyways so I’m Italian and I wanna know what it’d be like if an itialian reader was dating Trent like him wanting to learn some Italian words and like the reader cooking pasta almost every night, and Italians normally have big families and like reader is the only girl and had like 4 older brothers and it like scares Trent sometimes

Anyways if you do this I understand 🤍

an- i love this cause i have 4 brothers and everyone i have dated is terrified of them, despite the fact they're younger than me. i don't speak italian tho so i'm super sorry if it's no good! i also went in a crazy direction with this so please lemme know if you want me to do a different part <3

Family Pasta Night

Trent Alexander Arnold x Reader

tw-google translated italian, light swearing i think?

You and Trent had been dating for about 6 months now and despite meeting most of your family members, he had yet to meet your brothers. But with your brother's birthday coming up your mamma had decided to throw a family pasta night for your family.

You were on the way there now, a couple hours early so that you guys could help in the kitchen before everyone else arrived, and your boyfriend's knee was bouncing as he drove.

You tried to calm your boyfriend but nothing seemed to work, he was shy in nature and your brothers were super loud and outgoing but he wanted to make a good impression on them. "Baby, you make me so incredibly happy and they'll love you because I love you and they want me to be happy more than anything and you make me so happy."

He sends you a small smile and gives you a kiss on the cheek in thanks before he climbs out of the car and opens your door for you.

Your mamma greets you when you get there, kisses pressed to both of your cheeks as she ushers you into your childhood home, overjoyed that her baby girl is home and happy to see your boyfriend again. Your mamma loves Trent, they go on coffee dates every other week when you get your nails done, and talk to each other about you.

You guys walk into the kitchen, an apron is presented to both of you before she pulls you over toward the kitchen side. your papa comes in to greet you both quickly before he rushes out to buy some more wine for dinner.

You guys get straight to work, you and your mamma directing Trent on what to do with his task as you guys teach him some different Italian words.

He points at things and you guys tell him the Italian for it, "formaggio" (cheese), "frusta" (whisk), you shake your head as you tell him that pasta is the Italian word for pasta. His cheeks turn bright red as you and your mamma giggle, but you give him a kiss on the cheek as an apology, your mamma doing the same.

You guys spend about an hour in the kitchen making sure everything is ready, your papa had joined you when he got back, turning on some music in the background as he and Trent took turns in twirling you and your mamma around.

By the time you hear the knocks on the door, you all have rosy cheeks from your dancing and the heat of the kitchen. You rush to the door, excited to see your brothers for the first time in months and you swing the door open to see all four of them standing there.

You throw yourself into the arms of your oldest brother as he exclaims, "ciao piccolo!" (hello little one)

Your other brothers join in on the hug, pressing kisses to your hair as they tell you how much they missed you.

As you all pull away from the hug a look of seriousness crosses their faces before one of them asks you where your boyfriend is. You scowl at them and tell them that they will be nice to him or else you'll kick all their asses and then mamma will too.

You lead them through to the dining room where Trent and your parents are laying out the food and walk over to your boyfriend, giving him a reassuring smile and a squeeze to the hand, before you turn and glare at your brothers.

They all shake Trent's hand making sure they eye him down as they introduce themselves, you can tell Trent is nervous but he loves you and is willing to put himself through this if it means you guys can be together.

You made sure to sit your boyfriend in between you and your mamma at dinner so that he wasn't completely overwhelmed by your siblings. You managed to keep the conversation light at dinner, mostly telling your family about recent work projects you were doing and telling them about how good Trent had been playing recently.

The talk of football got your brothers intrigued and they all started chatting about Liverpool's season and how Trent thought the season would end for the team. You and your mamma shared a smile over Trent's head, glad they were getting on with each other.

As dinner came to an end your brother and Trent cleared the table, telling you and your parents to stay at the table for a minute. You and your mamma shared a worried look as they left, both of you quietly whispering to each other as your papa just sat there smiling.

After a few minutes, Trent and your brothers come back in and carry on as if nothing had happened. You looked at Trent in question but he just smiled and asked you if you were ready to go home.

You guys said your goodbyes and headed out the door, promises of pasta night at your house made as you got in the car.

You looked at your boyfriend with a silent question in your eyes, asking if he was okay or if you needed to go back in there and kick some ass. But your boyfriend just gave you a kiss and asked you what pasta you guys should make at the next pasta night.

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