your name had whispering letters

A 21 years old girl often on a train between Turin and Milan, Italy. I get easily overwhelmed by things and people. I consider myself a photographer even though it's not my job (yet). Film cameras, black and white movies, vinyl records. Running, drinking tea, reading, writing, making things and painting t-shirts. Here I post mainly photography and everything beautiful, funny, pointless.

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SIDE ONE TOMATO: non sei nessuno se non hai un tagliere a forma di disco in vinile. 

i literally just got lost in the typography tracked tag. 

I miss doing that shit.

i’ll paint ALL the t-shirts!! 

i dubbi amletici del mercoledì:

to cut hair or not to cut hair ?

i’m seriously considering cutting my hair, cutting a lot of my hair.

therefore i’m legitimately procrastinating in front of the mirror wondering how i’d look. 

privatism:

(by Sky Touches Sand)

not gonna lie, if i saw this in real life i would scream and shout OH MY GOD THAT THING IS GONNA EAT ME but it’s only a picture so it’s cute 

i want to hang photos of beautiful food all over my kitchen

because cleaning your desk looks like an awesome thing to do when you’re supposed to study.

that awkward moment when the only people in the house are you, your housemate and her boyfriend. SOMEBODY TAKE ME OUT FOR DINNER 

i’ve never been satisfied with any hair dye, i’m definitely not going to start now.

why are there 45623781 fucking moquitos in my room we’re in fucking november!! 

fuck

happy halloween tumblr

son cose eh 

il vero motivo per cui vado a parigi è che se poi ci lasciamo potrò dire we’ll always have paris come in Casablanca.

having the wildest saturday night evah.