I just want to get this out of my chest…
There’s something I hate about myself. I’m gullible, I’m easily persuaded and sometimes, I just don’t know how to say no. 788 more words
A questo mondo ci si annoia è inutile negarlo, altrimenti non prenderebbero piede le menate e, soprattutto, infinite varianti sul tema della menata stessa.
Sto di nuovo per parlare di Selfie a meno che, ovviamente, qualcuno di voi non si sia già scocciato. 338 more words
Charles Dickens’ novels have some unforgettable characters. One of them is Uriah Heep from David Copperfield.
“His face was quite as cadaverous as it had looked in the window… It belonged to a red-haired person—a youth of fifteen, as I take it now, but looking much older—whose hair was cropped as close as the closest stubble; who had hardly any eyebrows, and no eyelashes, and eyes of a red-brown…had a long, lank, skeleton hand, which particularly attracted my attention” 262 more words