#proyectadas jamon

Yio y la chika q llora en la orilla del mar :vvVvvV

My father and I were walking down the street and suddenly we hit the Napo and Junot pose™

This pose!!!

And it was so funny because my mind realizen that and thinked: "omg he's like Napoleon: an 1,68 megalomaniac ex-twink dominated by his wife and in love with every man he knows but too prudish to accept it, and I'm like Junot because I miss when he was a twink with long hair and we were both younger and happier and idealize a past of someone who isn't coming back no matter how sincere our wish for it to be so, time passes and sweeps us all. Responsibilities change, people change to the point that you can hardly recognize them or even yourself. Do you really recognize yourself when you look in the mirror? Are you you, or are you your former self? What do others see when they see you? Who are you? Do you know yourself? What are you if not your achievements? You are just a body. An unlovable body. A body that no longer has a mind, that is not present. That is why you live in an idealized past. Because if you live in the present, you'll know that they're seeing you, judging you, insulting you, attacking you. They all hate you now. And it's your fault. All yours and only yours. Your morbid spiral stole all your potential, your endless failure mutilated you until left gaps where the larva of insanity grew and now you're no longer human..."