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Are corridos still a thing?
https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/hv3jQcxKWE5X9jCf9
Algo bien, plebets
Straight across the street from my balcony door, sometimes during weekends but mostly late weeknights; this man, almost forty, used to play loud cruel romantic music while getting drunk.
I always asked myself why he acted like that: staring to the void for hours, looking to the street with half a body while his elbows rested on the edge of the window.
Now I’m starting to act like him.
Found myself surrounded by curious bystanders that take internet as something given: opposite to how we the builders approach to one of the few spots in humanity where you can actually choose who you want to be, straight from the beginning of your digital conception.
Keep dat sh*t no limit, phuk 💯
*sighs at the thought of all the fitted girls that will never date me
Shivers of the soul
I regularly feel terribly lonely during work hours. I’m here and all, interacting and solving everyone’s issues. But deep inside, even though constantly surrounded by 80 or more people, the feeling of not having someone to relate to is terrible. As if one thousand pins where stuck in my chest from inside out. This war of mine. Is it worth it? When there’s nowhere to go back, no reason to stay, and no garrison where to seek shelter.
He perdido más de los que se puedan contar con los dedos de la mano, y aún no llego a la mitad de mis años...
The pains of freedom
How many times have you seen the eyes of someone for the last time in your life? I mean, far beyond people that passes away. I’m talking about those humans that you know will never cross into your life anymore after a certain period of time. And what about not caring for them that much. Does it make me look like a cold blooded human being?
Or how about appreciating every moment with them, without mentioning the fact that you know this might me that last of it. Is it selfish?
*Saturday, before brunch, post travel
It's been a while since I've been trying to shake off this awful insecurity you get after being ghosted. 'Feels sad certain part of society has made such a regular use of psychological abuse.
Read at 3 AM: “Vaporwave/AESTHETIC makes me feel very strange. Its so hard to describe, I can't say its an entirely good feeling but its also not all bad. Its kinda like 1 dose of nostalgia, a bit of futurism, but also a feeling of pointlessness and melancholia. Its so hard to explain. Bottom line is sometimes it makes me happy, sometimes it makes me sad. Whats wrong with me? Why does this music make me feel like my life is pointless, like some construction that has no real meaning other than what you can say about it from the outside.”
Coming to terms with the cruelty of missing someone that rarely gives a fuck about you...
*arde en el infierno para siempre
When u mad but bae is a 35 year old married caucasian with outstanding tickling skills
It’s National Equal Pay Day because we’re still living in a world where people think of themselves as man or women instead of accepting the fact that every single one of us is a human being with equal rights, no matter how, when, where o what you are born.