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KEEP HOPE ALIVE😷😷😷😷

Cada vez que veo la imagen de San Martín editada con la cara de Milei pienso en cómo San Martín siendo asmático, con reuma y a puro sablazo y pijazo peleó por la libertad de 3 países para que ahora venga Milei, un wannabe sugar baby de Trump, y nos quiera hacer colonia de disparos unidos.

platonic dialogues are just like.

socrates: massive chunk of text

the other guy: everything you say is beautiful and true.

Launching my first art blogs with a small comic based on the amazing words of Ursula K. Le Guin!

después de ver como una cantidad indiscutible de carentes de materia gris festejaran el cierre inconstitucional de agencia télam tengo la desgracia de decir que el daño ideologico que sufrió en este pais no se va a arreglar en unos años por ahí nunca. la única forma es viendo (otra vez) como el liberalismo económico y etc etc rompe el pais al punto que el dueño de mercadolibre no pueda dormir tranquilo del miedo y eso significa que tendríamos que seguir sufriendo. mientras tanto si el pais explota (que con años de la derecha haciendote creer que te mereces pasarla mal porque los k etc va a ser un estallido del tamaño de una bombita de esas de navidad) obviamente a los que van a pedir que esten en la calle y pongan el cuerpo va a ser a los mismos que siempre lo hicieron (la izq, peronismo, sector obrero etc) que después de esto igual los caputo en unos 30 años van a verse otra vez metidos en la política si vamos a cometer el error de ser muy civilizados y no cazarlos por deporte asi se extinguen de una vez.

están festejando que la gente pase hambre. te dicen que soñabas alto con pedir una vida digna si te quejas de el "ajuste" que no le metieron a nadie excepto a nosotros. te dicen que estabas delirando grandeza porque pagabas barato el tren cuando había gente que ya con lo que salía antes era un martirio pagar y te putean si saltas molinete. ojo que este tipo de pensamiento solo se da cuando ellos estan en el poder porque la miseria y el vivir mal cuando gobierna otro es inaceptable y cuando gobiernan ellos una muestra de moral y sacrificio y esa falopa.

me rehuso a creer que me merezco ser miserable porque el futuro del pais depende de las cantidades de hialurónico que se mete caputo jr en los labios de petero.

it's all muerte al minimalismo hasta que toca el dia de limpieza y tenes que estar como una boluda poniendole blem a los portavelas rococo que conseguiste en una feria y el resto de la casa sigue siendo un desastre

Cada vez que veo una noticia nueva sobre mi país.

destiel is like. i dont even know what it's like. it's a closed practice. you shouldnt watch supernatural . and you shouldnt appropriate our holidays because you dont celebrate in a cas honoring way. i went to fifteen years of supernatural school to learn how to act appropriately devout and people on the street who skimmed a tweet once think they know as much about supernatural as i do genius. i'm lost in this metaphor. sorry

In case you lost it - a link to the eSIM donation guide. Even if you feel sick and powerless, you can at least do this. And even if you really, really can't donate, you can always at least share this and remind others.

https://gazaesims.com/esim-purchase-tutorial/

i actually dont give a shit if hamas did everything and worse that israel accuses them of it still doesn't justify killing 30000 random civilians

Once I finish killing this guy the cycle of violence will be over, trust me guys

Unkind reminder when it comes to Genocide and ethnic cleansing, there is no "nuance".

Israel is committing ethnic cleansing and genocide. The Palestinians are suffering and have been for 75 years. So no again, no nuance here.

so john marston revolutionized the socio-political situation in mexico to get his wife back, but your boyfriend can’t remember your favorite color?😦… oh okay…😯 oh… okay😒

L + Skill issue + Get betrayed by your gay lover + You're worth 30 pieces of silver + Carry your own cross

i disrespect the grind

Rdr2 is literally a girls game. It got horsies. It got cute outfits. It got hair salon! It got flower picking! It got photo mode! It got all of it!

actually the fact that odysseus knew he'd be gone for 20 years makes the gears in my brain turn. You kiss your son goodbye knowing you will miss every milestone of his. He will be a grown man and will not remember you. You will be a father only by title. Your wife will lay alone in your wedding bed, she will wake and see the side you've slept on is empty. You won't hold each other for a long, long time. Your parents may not even be there to welcome you back. You know you will return, but the war stretches on and on. Your comrades fall. Your ships are on fire. Your best warriors are nothing but ashes in an urn. But it's eventually over, you can go home. But still, there's more time left. First it's a storm. It's winding up in strange lands. It's hunger. It's temptation. Your men grow weary. You have twelve ships and then you have one and then it's only you on a single timber. You know you will return, but everything has gone so horribly wrong that you can't help but wonder if the fates fooled you. Everyone you know is either dead or are living again. You are the only one stuck in between. Neither dead or alive. You sit on a beach staring out to the sea from the moments the birds sing til the sun dips over the horizon. Every day is the same - you sit on the stones and weep, you trek the shores, during the night you're in her bed. Your skin is cracked and sunburnt, your beard long and tangled, your hair etched with more and more silver hairs. Your eyes are dull, sunken. Your bones ache when you walk, your breath is shorter. The sun rises and sets. The waves wash away your footprints. You are growing old but the island is the same. You are left behind. Your home will change and you won't change with it. In fact, everyone will change, but you will not recognize what's different. Some of the lines under your eyes will be the hauntings of war, while your wife's will be from the sleepless nights of buying you time. You flinch when you see each other. You expected to see someone else, and she expected to see no one at all. You could once hold your boy in your arms, but now it feels like he's the one holding you. The trees in your orchard have grown taller. Some of the houses in your kingdom are empty. The children that sat on your knees now have their own children on their own knees - or they lie dead, by your own hand. Who are you? Who is your son, your wife? You will get to know each other, you will change together eventually. But there will still be something off, like a brick not fitting quite right in the foundation. Off like a living man among the dead, someone who wasn't fated to die, but was supposed to die a long time ago. A dead man among the living. You will not belong, even though you are the father of your son, the husband of your wife, the son of your father, the king of your land. There will always be something missing, something aching.

And you are willing to let it all happen when you lift your baby son from the field, away from the plow.

I love house md. it’s gay, its homophobic. it’s ableist, it has some of the best disability representation I’ve seen. medical malpractice and felonies are committed pretty much every episode, some of these aren’t even related to the case. for as bonkers as everything gets it never stops being a medical drama. it a fucking sherlock adaptation

not femininity or masculinity but a secret third thing (faggotry)

AOT is their love story

VIVA LA PATRIA CARAJO!!!!

Otra coronación de gloria , puto y argentino 🏳️‍🌈🇦🇷❤

of course i fell in love with him. he is sopping wet and miserable

arthur morgan is ace rep and also a bi man and also trans and nonbinary and also a he/him lesbian and also a gay man and most importantly he shoots cops

hey, uh, about your boyfriend. you know how there are rules? yeah he's coming for you. darkness brings evil things, a reckoning begins, that kind of thing. yeah, he tried to warn you when you were a child. he told you not to get lost in the wild. sent you omens and all kinds of signs and stuff. taught you melodies, poems, rhymes. yeah, you can run, but you can't escape. you'll open the yawning grave. sorry.