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Fiori di mandorlo.
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wgm-beautiful-world · 11 months
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un-giorno-saro-felice · 6 months
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grusik · 4 months
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DSCN2650 www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZiksNkqJpBA by en-ri
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noraya-lostcats · 1 month
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blanchi · 1 year
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French political satire on a vintage postcard, illustrated by T. Bianco
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laragazzafortesworld2 · 4 months
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lucreziabeha · 11 months
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Ringraziate tutte le pecore nere per il contrasto che lascia risplendere il vostro candido manto.
Lucrezia Beha
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papersirens · 2 years
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BITCH CONGRATS 200 FOLLOWERS YEEE 💃🏻🎉🎉🎊
can I request “you look better in my clothes than i do.” “shut up before i kiss you.” from the fluff prompt with abbacchio please 💖💖💖
- Bianco ♡
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-ˋˏ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪs ɴʙ / ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ / ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ / ᴡᴄ: 458 ˏˋ-
𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘦.
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𝘈𝘕: 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘒 𝘠𝘈 𝘉𝘐𝘛𝘊𝘏!!! <3 𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘨. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦!!! <3 
18+ ʙʟᴏɢ ᴏɴʟʏ - ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅɴɪ
Waking up before Abbacchio wasn’t uncommon. Unless he had to be awake for something he had planned, he would be in bed for at least a few more hours after you’ve woken up. You were in a good mood today, a good night's rest with your boyfriend in bed and a free day. You’d spent at least half an hour in bed after waking up, watching Abbacchio sleep in the least creepy way possible. He just looked so peaceful and beautiful, make-up free and without a worry on his face. You did also spend this time cuddling him in his sleep, planting little soft kisses along his body to ensure he doesn’t wake up. 
Peeling yourself from the covers, the first item of clothing you could find on the floor was one of his shirts. It was pretty big on him, absolutely swamping your frame when you pulled it over your head. Perfect for making him breakfast, hopefully he wouldn't mind waking up a little earlier with the promise of food and coffee. 
It didn't take long before the smell of coffee and/or the sound of utensils in the kitchen clinking had woken him up. You were halfway through making pancakes when he emerged into the kitchen. 
No matter how long you live with Abbacchio and see him in the morning, you will never get bored of seeing him like this. Hair loosely tied in a bun high on his head, shirtless and pyjama pants hanging off of his hips. If only the pancakes could wait without being burnt. 
"Good morning my love," you cooed, turning back to flip the pancake in the pan. 
All you received was a grunt in reply - a standard greeting at this time in the morning. 
"Are you wearing my shirt?" You hummed, turning so he could see the print on the front and wiggling your hips for show. He huffed a laugh, "you look better in my clothes than I do."
You scoffed. "Leone, no one can pull off half of the outfits that you do - or so well at that! Your usual work outfit is something I don't think anyone on the planet could look half as good in. Even in your casual clothes around the house, you're like-"
"Shut up, before I kiss you."
He was standing next to you now, his tall frame hovering over you as you tended to the finished pancake. You smirked up at him, a cheeky hint in your eyes. 
"Go on, kiss me because I'm never going to stop-"
You almost dropped the spatula in your hand and the pancake it held, the force he used to press his lips onto your own caught you off guard, however it was welcomed with open arms.
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umi-no-onnanoko · 13 days
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ortopriamo · 5 months
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Borlotti e fagioli di Spagna. Quest'anno pessima annata a causa delle temperature troppo elevate.
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maurosempre · 6 months
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La poesia non è fatta di quelle lettere che io pianto come chiodi, ma del bianco che resta sulla pagina.
(Paul Claudel)
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Beach of Bianco - Jasmine coast, Calabria, Italy
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grusik · 6 months
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DSCN1034 www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKli6n5Dfvw by en-ri
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echeiononhosenso · 2 years
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Non posso cancellarvi...
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