There is a manner in which certain things ask to be written, not so that they may be found, but because to exist in silence, for too long, eventually becomes insufficient. It is not urgency. It is something closer to a necessity that makes no noise, waiting patiently until it discovers the proper form. This archive was born in such a way.
Not as a diary. Not as a blog. Not as something that is updated merely for the sake of appearing alive. It is a place where certain thoughts come to rest, those which do not dissolve, those which return, those which insist with the silent obstinacy of things that truly belong to you...
I regret nothing except approximately the last three hours of footwear. # Bought shoes this afternoon. Wore shoes tonight. Shoes are beautiful. Shoes are also instruments of medieval punishment. Both...
this is probably why I didn’t take the train to genova. sorry dad. # Franchino tonight, Ricky Le Roy, progressive, techno, exactly the kind of night that makes my good...
church, lunch, family, chocolate and absolutely no need to make any of it ironic. # Easter. Church, family, too much food, phone calls, chocolate and a very quiet afternoon after...
the evening began looking elegant and ended looking like everybody else’s saturday. # Dinner with Yuri first, then cocktails somewhere where the glasses were beautiful enough to distract me from...
still pink, just old enough to know when to remove three glitter gifs. # April is pink, white and black, but much cleaner. I removed half the decorative things from...
my house phase has been reviewed and I have apparently retained citizenship. # Hardcore tonight, which means Edo can relax. I told him before I went out and he sent...
the sea doesn’t care how many saturday plans I turned down to see it. # I actually came to Genova. Everybody may stop accusing me now. Dad picked me up...
two years can be happy and complicated at exactly the same time. # Two years for Erick and Mark today. I’m happy for them. I also know things with Erick’s...
at eight the earrings matter, at four nobody remembers wearing earrings. # Tonight began with me spending fifteen minutes deciding whether my earrings were too much and ended with me...
what began as spite has unfortunately become good design. # The March layout is much pinker and the annoying thing is that I genuinely love it. Hot pink details, white...
I would like to formally resign from coincidences. # No. Seriously. I made `Bambolina_fashion_kiss`. Guess what appeared? `Bambolina_fashion_smack`. SMACK? What the hell is smack supposed to be? -.- I’m sorry...
the internet required another ridiculous username and I have answered the call. # I made a new account: Bambolina_fashion_kiss. HAHAHA. I love it. It’s embarrassing in exactly the correct way....
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.