Anna, Italian. Commedia dell'arte coinosseur, novellare enjoyer, contemporary art entusiast, baroque advocate. Mafia au hater. Joanna I of Naples and Pier delle Vigne apologist || minors is better that you dni || current project: @pinocchio-weekly || goodreads || letterboxd || masterlist
this is going to sound like such a little sibling ass take but i genuinely believe that being a little bit annoying is actually a greater sign of maturity and self awareness than being universally likeable and on good terms with everyone
I love myself through transition and discomfort.
I love myself through the times I stumble.
I love myself through my mental health episodes.
I love myself through times of loss and grief.
I love myself through every stage of growth.
AMOR NELLO SPECCHIO (1999)
dir. Salvatore Maira
In 17th century France, a theater troupe is allowed by its patron to go to Paris to produce an erotic play. Giovanni is the head of the troupe who dreams of fame while his wife Virginia, the leading actress, and Lidia, the new leading girl he has taken as a mistress, fall for each other.
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part of the reason why the whole "men/boys are taught not to cry!!!! its so sad for them!!!!" thing bothers me is because so many women i know went through childhood and young adult life staring into the middle distance in order to be taken seriously as people. its devastating to learn as a child that crying is associated with "femininity" weakness and hysteria and to witness all around you how these farcical patriarchal claims are used to dismiss women's distress. different human emotions being assigned specific genders and "feminine emotions" specifically being belittled and degraded can actually make women recoil from them in order to be treated like a person, isn't that funny