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annalovesfiction:

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annalovesfiction:

In Italy we don’t say Rest in Peace, we say Rest in Pasta and I think that’s beautiful

Lay me down to pesto

and when someone dies we say he pastaway

i hate hate hate this, viciously. but it needs more notes & also i want to see how this pun develops. please keep me informed

When I die, I hope someone’s spa-gghetting me a cheeselled marble coffin, just so that my bank account will find itself empty, and my funeral attendees will all be ravioling about the holes in my corpse container.

Hate me so vicariously in my death that my memory lives on forever, your future, our present and my pasta’re intertwined in a spectacle so strange that it will ruin your daily rotini for the rest of your life.

i can’t unread this. i’m trying but i can’t unread this. 

i am so full of seething hatred, it burns, everything burns. my eyes, my head, the void that is my soul, it all burns  

So you mean you cannelloni feel hatred?

You seem to have gone too farfelle with this, but you forget we aren’t Alfredo the consequences. No need to act like a bigoli baby. If only I had a penne for all the people who hate our puns, we would be rich.

I should spaghett the hell outta here…

interesting use of Linguinistics!

you guys never farfelle to amaze me

lasagna