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machiavellli · 1 month
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How I look in public while listening to Ma non tutta la vita by my grandparents
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andiftheycare · 3 months
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Se penso che avremmo potuto far trendare il tag
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I love being an Italian trying to look up italian tags on tumblr and the results show me a gremlin fat pizza man on the verge of a breakdown
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esthergravityfalls · 9 months
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A tutti gli Italiani su Tumblr: siete fantastici e mi piacerebbe conoscervi.
To all the Italians on Tumblr: you're amazing and I'd like to meet you.
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reisverdrinkwijn · 2 years
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Discoveries - dopo un lungo sonno
Credo di essere di nuovo sveglia, dopo tre anni di lungo sonno.
Anni fa non facevo altro che annegare nella poesia, nella scrittura di canzoni, nelle canzoni di altri, nei saggi di psicologia e nella mia testa. Stavo seguendo anche un percorso di terapia abbastanza lungo, ero da poco entrata nel mondo del lavoro ed ero abbastanza severa con me stessa su tanti punti di vista: il mio comportamento nei confronti dell'ambiente, la mia carriera lavorativa, le mie relazioni, la mia parte creativa che ho dovuto tenere molto a bada.
Una volta una persona a cui tengo molto mi ha detto "vabè a te piacciono le cose artistiche ma non sei quel tipo di persona". Non gliel'ho mai detto ma quella frase per me è stata un colpo forte. Non mi piaceva postare le mie cose online, tutt'ora non ne sono una fan, non mi è piaciuto nemmeno condividere le mie poesie o le mie creazioni.
Questa immersione mi stava soffocando e ho deciso di metterla in pausa. Ho messo in pausa tutto. Niente più yin, solo lo yang. Mi sono trasferita altrove, ho riscelto il trambusto della città, la vita esterna, la pianificazione finanziaria, il movimento fisico, le cose solide, la praticità. Ho smesso la terapia, anche in modo un po' brusco e sbagliato. Neanche il Covid come periodo mi aveva cambiato qualcosa in questo senso, perché l'ho passato in gran parte a lavorare (guardando con un pizzico di invidia chi invece ha riscoperto del tempo per la cucina e tanto altro).
E' da qualche mese che ho deciso di riaffacciarmi al mio io. Anche questo tipo di scrittura qui - che mi aspetto che non leggerà nessuno - per me è un po' terapeutico. Mi ero data degli obiettivi a Gennaio 2022 che sto con gioia portando avanti, senza mai sentirmi costretta e con serenità.
Ho ripreso la terapia: con calma, senza gravità. Ho ripreso pian piano a scrivere. Sto imparando la scrittura scollegata dalla sofferenza. Sto imparando a vivermi con leggerezza e a pieno respiro.
Sono tornata nella natura: quello con la natura è l'unico legame che mi tengo stretto fin dall'infanzia, come qualcosa di magico. I boschi, gli alberi, le piante, per me sono un tutt'uno con noi e avevo messo tutto questo da parte, per paura di ritrovarmi faccia a faccia con il mio vero io, in un periodo in cui stavo cercando di spegnerlo.
Ho scoperto l'arte della ceramica, da una meravigliosa signora che mi ha dato lezioni per qualche mese e con cui ho condiviso bellissimi discorsi sui viaggi, sui tarocchi e sul mondo femminile. Anche sui quartieri di Roma.
Ho da poco ripreso a suonare. Sto ancora facendo un po' fatica a collegare musica e poesia ad una vita serena.
Ho ripreso a praticare yoga con piena presenza. Pratico yoga e meditazione da ormai 4 anni, eppure quest'ultimo anno sento di esserci maturata molto più che nei precedenti tre, così tutto d'insieme.
Ho da pochi mesi deciso di fare un investimento su me stessa anche a livello fisico e mi sento una volta a settimana con un consulente olistico su fitness e benessere in generale. Credo che oltre al benessere mentale, sia molto importante quello fisico (farò un articolo a parte in merito) e io non sono mai stata molto brava in merito (ho sempre odiato lo sport, per dirne una).
Ho migliorato molto il mio rapporto con il cibo e con l'alcol (riducendo quest'ultimo di molto, a normali quantità). Ho cercato di lavorare molto sulle relazioni che ho qui nella mia città natale diciamo, e di leggere il più possibile.
Il lavoro c'è, e per me è molto importante. Non credo affatto a chi dice che i soldi contano poco perché i soldi contano eccome, ma non bisogna esser greedy e c'è tempo per tutto. Ora finalmente credo di essere vicina al raggiungere un mio equilibrio personale di io e lavoro.
E ho scoperto che esiste il bone broth in tazza. Quando tornerà il freddo lo berrò come tutto il mondo beve il tè, finalmente.
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Too many thoughts for one brain, too many anxieties for one heart.
@annoyingdreamlanddestiny
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mpotato · 5 days
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You are my sunshine,
my only sunshine 🤍☀️🐶
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the-cricket-chirps · 3 months
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Giacomo Balla
Dynamism of a Dog on a Leash
1912
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hellsitegenetics · 2 months
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I’m obsessed with your entire blog premise and so curious about your backstory. were you a geneticist denied funding so you went rogue and now you’re collecting all genome sequences to enact revenge? are you perhaps a scientist from the Jurassic park universe making sure none of your secret dinosaur dna sequences escape containment? are you italian
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Closest match: Capsicum rhomboideum cultivar Andean isolate CrT2T chromosome 3
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Uno scorcio di Castelvecchio Calvisio . Abruzzo , Italy .
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machiavellli · 16 days
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You just have to try to do a vegan carbonara or putting parsley or doing God’s know what-
I WILL COME LOOKING FOR YOU🧍‍♀️🔫
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andiftheycare · 2 years
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Okay is this good omens?
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"It's fine to study 'problematic' history, but if they're too interested in the Roman Empire and/or WW2 it's a red flag!"
Italians:
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die-rosastrasse · 1 year
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Late Victorian and Edwardian fashion in portraits by Giovanni Boldini (Italian, 1842-1931)
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steventhusiast · 10 months
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modern au where eddie and robin are roommates and steve is italian <3
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eddie has always known that his roommate robin is in the US for college, but grew up in and is from italy. sure, sometimes he forgets, because she somehow has a near-perfect american accent and also speaks two other languages, but he’s always known.
and for the past year and a bit, he’s known how much robin wants her best friend stevie to come visit. she talks about them all the time, and ever since she and eddie moved out of the dorms and into an apartment together for their next year of university a month ago, he’s known stevie is going to come and visit.
he just kind of forgot the exact day stevie would be arriving.
so when he, clad in nothing but his garfield pyjama pants and a metallica t-shirt that’s falling apart, walks into the kitchen one morning and sees someone he doesn’t know at the kitchen counter fiddling with their instant coffee machine, he almost shits himself.
luckily, he doesn’t, because he remembers in that split second that stevie was due to arrive last night. but he still flinches pretty hard at the fright and grabs for the nearest grabbable thing, which turns out to be the doorframe. somehow, he makes a noise loud enough to get the mystery person’s attention, and they turn around.
holy shit. eddie did not know stevie is hot. or that stevie’s actually a guy. he kind of just assumed, with the nickname and all? but the man standing there looks like he could’ve been carved by the gods eddie doesn’t believe in, and- eddie realises he’s been staring at the guy for a few seconds now, and decides to talk like a normal human being. he first adjusts his position so he’s no longer holding onto the archway of the kitchen for support, and smiles at the guy.
“hi, you must be stevie?” he offers, and stevie takes a few seconds to process his words before nodding with a smile.
“my name is steve. robbie just is… hm, silly?”
eddie blinks a couple times, because steve has an accent. a thick one. he should’ve expected that, because- hello? they’re both literally from italy. but it catches him off guard, and adds to steve’s hot factor. why didn’t robin warn him about this.
“yeah, robin is very silly.” he agrees with a chuckle, and then realises steve might not know him, “i’m eddie. robin’s roommate. you probably knew that already though, so now i probably look like an idiot. well- more of an idiot than i already do in these clothes…”
he lets his words trail off as he realises steve is frowning at him in subtle confusion. he’s picked up robin’s rambling-when-nervous habit over their friendship, and hot guys tend to make him pretty nervous. but then he realises maybe steve isn’t as fluent in english as robin is, and even if he is eddie’s a fast talker that doesn’t always pronounce things fully.
“i am sorry,” steve looks embarrassed, “my english is not as good as robin.”
eddie feels so guilty at the pink that’s made itself known on steve’s cheeks, and shakes his head immediately.
“no! you don’t need to be sorry. i just talk a lot when i’m nervous.” he confesses. why did he say that? now steve knows he’s nervous. or does he? maybe he didn’t catch his full sentence.
steve raises one eyebrow at eddie though, and one side of his mouth quirks up into a smile as he turns around to keep trying to make himself a cup of coffee.
“i am making you nervous? why?” steve asks, his back still turned. now eddie’s the one with red cheeks. dammit.
“it’s because eddie here thinks you’re hot, stevie.”
eddie’s flinch at robin’s magical appearance behind him is somehow more spectacular than earlier, and he clutches dramatically at his heart and spins around to glare at robin.
“robin! what the fuck, man!” he yelps when he realises what she’s said. but robin isn’t listening, she’s too busy speaking to steve in italian about who knows what.
probably about how she knows all eddie’s tells for when he finds a guy attractive and how she knows eddie’s type and steve checks every single box. or, eddie squints at the pair as robin tsks at steve and takes over manning the coffee machine, maybe robin’s just telling steve how to make a coffee with the machine?
“you think i am…” steve starts as he spins around to look at eddie, and seems to be searching for a word for a few moments, “attractive?”
eddie’s eyes widen, and then he sighs and fixes a glare on robin. robin just shrugs and makes a very insincere ‘oopsie’ expression, and eddie is about to start denying like his life depends on it, but he looks back at steve.
and steve has that blush back on his face, and a tiny smile, and he’s looking eddie up and down even in his ridiculous outfit.
“um, yes.” eddie practically squeaks, not used to having someone’s eyes on him like this.
steve says something to robin in italian that sounds like it ends with a question mark, and robin rolls her eyes.
“steve wants me to translate a pick up line he wants to use on you, but i literally refuse to do that. google translate is free.”
and with that, she leaves the kitchen.
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stayawakee · 4 months
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