tilanciouninfradito

people say we can't hate men but let's be honest, they make it so fucking easy
          
          yesterday i was playing volleyball at the beach with my friends. we were fucking happy.
          
          then a man appeared. he's been at the beach every time i go. we move, he moves with us, swims around us, creeps on us. he's wearing sunglasses and doing nothing, just standing there. his heads rotates where girls go. GIRLS. he could be our father.
          
          he looks at me in the eyes, looks at my breasts, at my ass, looks back at my face. he knew i knew. he had no shame.
          
          and he wasn't the only one. it felt like everyone i was passing by was looking at me. surely, not everyone was, but i bet there were at least some other old creeps.
          
          then i was showering at the beach and the fucking lifeguard (he was about my age) made eye contact with me. i closed my exes cause i knew what was gonna happen next, and i didn't want to witness it
          
          i love summer, but every fucking day it feels like my body isn't mine anymore. i feel violated, wether it is by a boy or by a man. the fact that I look hot in my bikini isn't an excuse for them. it isn't a fucking sign that says "please, go on and objectify me"
          
          and today i thought about that fucking creep again, the one in sunglasses, and i felt rage take over my body. i am so fucking angry and i don't know what to do with that. 
          
          i so desire to punch that dickhead in the face and scoop his eyes out with my hands and fucking sew his lips shut. i wish to punch him till i have no more energy in my body, and spit him in the face and stab him in the chest and drown him in that fucking sea
          
          so yes, i should not hate men, i should be better than them, but i do, and I don't even disagree with myself on this. i fucking hate men

tomorrow's heartstopper day!!!

ho appena finito Enola Holmes
          
          ALLORA
          
          non ho capito una minchia
          e non ho capito se si era capito chi è rath o wrath alla fine 
          
          E POI PENSAVO FOSSE L'ULTIMO 
          
          INVECE C'È UN CLIFFHANGER

also it's the last day of pride month, how was it for yall?

my period's three weeks late and yesterday i had this pms' midnight watermelon craving, which was okay because we did in fact have watermelon (midnight cravings are the way i know i'm about to have my period actually) (and also a lot of pain and other physical symptoms)
          
          tonight i crave chips, which we don't have, so i started crying and my grandma tried to comfort me saying that crisps make me get breakouts on my face, so that's not entirely a bad thing i'm not eating them 
          
          i started to cry even more because it's been a couple days since i've started getting breakouts anyways on my face and back because of pms (it's not that much tbh, it's been a couple years since i'm using an acne soap but my skin was finally smooth and now it's not anymore), and then i started to cry even more because when i'm pmsing my face gets really puffy and i can't sleep so i get pretty visible dark circles. also the colours are drained out of my face and my lips are dry and pale (i'm genuenly sick), so i started crying EVEN more because it's not fair. basically a pity party.
          
          thinking that yesterday i felt hot and confident, that's crazy
          
          but then grandma said we have ice cream, and i didn't want it because lactose, especially during pms, messes up with my hormones and i get a tummy ache (also i'm tryna go vegan, but i go a bit easier on myself when my hormones are trough the roof)
          
          but THEN she grabs THE ice cream, the valsoia cone, which is my absolute favorite
          
          i started crying again because she didn't know that and just remembered i ate one last year and that's so sweet
          
          anyways, i'm still craving chips, but i'm gonna comfort myself with the ice cream

i believe i'm about to have a sore throat so i wanted to share with you my go-to drink for the occasione, which is golden latte
          
          it's just milk with tumeric and honey but i swear it's a game changer 
          
          also tea and honey is good but golden latte feels aesthetic and it's honestly a pleasure to drink
          
          golden latte helps because of tumeric's anti-inflammatory properties and yes, you better put that extra teaspoon in the milk because it works A LOT
          
          now, this usually works (and tastes) the best if it's warm, but you could leave that milk on your balcony to make it boil these days, so a cold one is gonna do the trick 
          
          and please make sure you use good tumeric because i've used a bitter one a couple times and it was obviously horrible

are we sure that the world did not end during the pandemic and this is hell?
          

if you've seen a whimsy bitch in white maxi skirt running to catch the bus with a huge chocolate biscuit in her hand then hi, that was me ✨✨✨

raga
          
          enola holmes
          outer banks
          l'odissea 
          girls like girls
          heartstopper
          supergirl
          spiderman 
          toy story
          
          
          CHE PIÙ 
          STO MORENDO 
          

today i came out for the first time without feeling that thing in the guts
          
          slay