"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Il nuovo abitino della commessa

AnteprimaFrancesca Venturo, la prode ex-commessa neo-insegnante di Splinder, ha un nuovo template che ho avuto l’onore di confezionare. Andare a vedere il suo blog e ditemi che ne pensate. E andate a vedere il suo blog a prescindere: le sue avventure al confine della realtà con improbabili clienti meritano davvero.

«Dicono di noi che siamo false.
Che siamo frivole e svampite.
Sempre leziose nei nostri abiti tirati a lucido e
nei nostri sorrisi sempreverdi.
Siamo una categoria giudicata.
Ma cosa si cela veramente
Dietro
i nostri occhietti contornati di eye liner?
Questo la gente non lo sa o
Forse
Non ha mai provato ad immaginarlo.
Vi racconto la storia vera di una commessa
E delle sue incontentabili, affezionate clienti.»

Prossimo passo: la proposta di template per la tana dei mutanti! Tremate.
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Werewolves Wednesday: The Wolf-Leader (19)

A werewolf story by Alexandre Dumas père. Chapter XIX: The Dead and the Living At the same moment that the trembling soul of the young Baron passed away, Thibault, awaking as if from an agitated sleep full of terrible dreams, sat up in his bed. He

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Pride Month 2025 – It’s a Wrap

We Were Always Here: on Memory, Erasure, and the Persistence of Queer History All month long, we have journeyed through scroll and scripture, painting and poetry, ruin and reliquary, gathering voices, gestures, glances that once defied the world to say: we have always loved differently.

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6 Comments
  • venturo
    Posted at 15:30h, 14 September Reply

    Bellissimo!

    Ragazzi la classe non è acqua!

    Adesso però tutti vogliono un template fatto da te…sei troooppo brava!

    Ciao e grazie ancora il template ha avuto un successone!

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 18:25h, 14 September Reply

    Cercherò di tenerli a bada :-p

    Lieta che sia piaciuto (anche se lo preferivo con lo sfondo viola, anziché rosso)

    Sono anche riuscita a sboloognare ad un cliente la prima versione vittoriana :-p

  • contenebbia
    Posted at 19:00h, 14 September Reply

    c’è bisogno di te, a Carfax!

  • Damiani
    Posted at 00:32h, 15 September Reply

    non pensavo fossi capace di creare così bei template!!

    complimenti!

    chissà che in futuro non ti chieda di approfittarne!

    :)

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 01:16h, 15 September Reply

    Damiani, quando vuoi. Nel frattempo sono andata a recuperare Scarlet, Santino e Runaway Zombie.

  • ChiaraParanoica
    Posted at 09:23h, 16 September Reply

    molto carino, sì.

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