I woot that tho londis, that ben in the coostis discryued here, weren bi the part of Seint Beneit for thretti yeer

If I was a guy I'd be him

I wanted to share an Italian poem I really like with you all, but I wasn't fond of any particular translation I found online, so I decided to translate it for you. I am no professional, keep this in mind, but I tried to keep the original feelings - and the feelings this poem gives me - in the rhythm and the words. It was fun, so I might do it again; I love sharing stuff I like with you all and I wouldn't mind a chance to practice my English skills

Cesare Pavese - Death will come and have your eyes

Creator of this quiz come here I just wanna talk

Which planet are you?

My sister took a picture of me and then told me I look like Megamind

Oh no now everyone on Telegram is sad because of this quiz

Okay okay everyone do another, more wholesome, quiz, and forget the old one

What aesthetic are you?

Apparently my sister was onto something

which childhood character that should have been gay are u

Apparently this is quiz night, take it or leave it 🤷‍♀

In my region in southern Italy, when someone we know has a family death, in the following weeks we go visit them at home and bring one pack of coffee and one of sugar, possibly with other stuff like sweets if the relationship is close.
This practice is called cuonzolo, to console, and we do it because we think that the mournings have no time or energy to care about themselves and may need some stuff to cheer up; additionally, it's customary to offer coffee to guests, so it's a way to assure that they don't run out of stuff they might need when other guests come to visit

(Pic taken from the internet)