Friday.. what a week, huh?

Just met my final deadline of the semester, so that’s done! And this is me:

Cher was very right when she just wanted to turn back time

Ms Austen says what I’m feeling better than myself

I’ll just be binge watching ‘Everything I Know About Love’ for the rest of the day and imagine I’m best friends with Dolly Alderton

So I guess the plan is: move to the South of France, wear cardigans and write a novel by the pond

country house friends

Me when funding applications are rejected:

As Madonna would say: holiday, celebrate 🧡

“The great irony of Ephron’s afterlife, then, is how quickly she’s been reduced to sentimental lore. (…) Transforming Ephron into a cuddly heroine, a figure of mood and atmosphere, obscures the artist whose interest, above all, was in verbal precision.” newyorker.com/magazine/2022/…

I think the cat is broken

On tonight’s episode of literary foods: Nora Ephron’s key lime pie 🥧

The best thing about going out for dinner is the possibility that you’ll meet a cat while you’re eating outside and you’ll get to pet it the whole time

I tried to put Fall in a pan and this is what came out 🍆 🎃 🥫 🧀

When someone asks me about the ‘crisis in the Humanities’, I’ll just show them my math skills

Was perfectly happing watching ‘My Best Friend’s Wedding’ until I realized Julia Roberts’ character is younger than me, so that movie is ruined forever.

Perfection ✨

Thank you JAm It! (Journal of American Studies in Italy) ! 📄