klausgoldsteins:

italiangaypotato:

lunavagantt:

rumidown:

georgeorwell:

lunavagantt:

luciferique:

you, about italian summer: aesthetic, beautiful people walking at dusk holding hands on the beach, reading a book by the shades of a tree, falling in love with the first italian person you meet, orange palette colours

me, an intellectual: sweating from every pore, too much heat, tree shades won’t save your weak soul, sunscreen cream PROTECTION 100, bugs, mosquitoes, MOSQUITOES EVERYWHERE, you look like you’re ill of chickenpox for all the mosquito bites, Divieto di Balneazione™, “COCCO BELLO COCCO”, people completely drunk and wasted on August 15th, when even the tiniest bit of wind rises people cheer and sing hallelujah all together

you: aw, I’m so jealous, I wish I could spend the summer in italy

me, emerging from my darkened living room at 2pm on a july afternoon like some kind of swamp demon, my hair a mess and my skin nearly bioluminescent from the mosquito repellent I just bathed in: you have no idea what you’re talking about 

italian summer aesthetic: tv newscasters warning you about The Exodus. beware, they say. but you cry. you know you can’t escape it.

More aesthetic: StudioAperto saying is the hottest summer of the last 800 years( *war flashbacks from 2003). Towns looking like ghost cities in the Old Wild West from 12 to 5. Radio is still playing Sotto I Raggi del Sole by Brusco. Kids playing football on the beach IO VE LO BUCO QUESTO PALLONE MI INSABBIATE L’ ASCIUGAMANO

sun dried corn fields and scalding asphalt from the summer of 2003 are my default post-apocalyptic aesthetic

That guy on the beach who sells bracelets and summer equipment that you never buy but you’ve befriended him anyway 

@persephonesdarkness