its my blog de mierda i choose the narrative

what’s the mood for july?

muerte a los disparos unidos, muerte al imperio yanqui

probiotic drinks are so funny. we put a billion guys in here

we gave your drink an infection

Yesterday, my mother fractured her arm while trying to get aid. I couldn’t go with her because I’m severely malnourished. She smiled through the pain so we wouldn’t worry, but I could see it all in her eyes — and it broke me.

Before the war, my mother was a kindergarten teacher. Today, she’s forced to push through crowds just to bring us something to eat. I’m not writing this to beg for sympathy — I’m writing because we simply can’t endure this alone anymore.

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no one's more obsessed with argentina than a yank that definitely isn't looking for a socially acceptable way to hate on latineamericans no sir

no but this xenophobia is totally Woke because all argentinians are racists and white, say the european and usamerican tumblr users with fifty badges in their urls

as always the call is coming from inside the house

Can’t believe my job makes me do my job on the days I am scheduled to work my job what the fuck