Tomás, 19 years old, Buenos Aires, Argentina. Pictures, typography, buildings, black coffee, easy songs to play on guitar, general stressing out, playlists, and travelling. The archive looks good. I'm usually bored so write me if you want. Also I made an about page because now this is a personal blog I guess.
AMERICAN FRIENDS say i wanted to go on a roadtrip with a couple of friends to The United States would january/february be a bad time to do it because of the cold?
this is super cheesy but i feel i know who my friends are when i know i’m extremely jealous of them but at the same time i’m really fucking happy for them.
like i made a lot of friends that suddenly had things turn out excellent for them and not so good for them and seriously i’m stoked things are going great in their lives.
that makes a lot of sense you can actually infer what the food is from the name a++ Great Britain this is the reason why i spell favourite and colour.
today i had a sort of passive agressive argument via WhatsApp™ Audio Notes™ it was very 2014.
i always wondered about the phrase grilled cheese in english because i couldn’t understand how you could just grill cheese (like i supposed it was a solid food or sth) but lately i redisovered grilled cheese and then looked up how you called it english and it was in fact called grilled cheese.
here we just call it tostado which is like toast but in masculine (toast is tostada). tbh it’d make a lot more of sense if you called it a grilled cheese sandwich of something like that.
i am aware of the fact i haven’t posted in ages and that i’m posting about grilled cheese but this is an important part of my lfie and i feel you should appreciate this thank you.
i like going to cafes and reading text posts from blogs to myself so if your blog is relatively dense in terms of text posts then know i probably read it out loud in a cafe.
—Lost In The World (feat. Bon Iver)
You’re my devil, you’re my angel
You’re my heaven, you’re my hell
You’re my now, you’re my forever
You’re my freedom, you’re my jail
You’re my lies, you’re my truth
You’re my war, you’re my truce
You’re my questions, you’re my proof
You’re my stress and you’re my masseuse
Lost In the World//Kanye West/Bon Iver
basically this last week i’ve discovered i’m not really a studious person but i like universities way too much in the sense i’m obsessed with the concept of academia/university life/whatever.
anyway, this is the prettiest university i’ve ever visited. i was just looking over my pictures from paris and you can’t beat la sorbonne.
lol i was pretty sure i was the dumbest person in the world because i printed my history readings for the week just today (the class is tomorrow) and i ended up printing 180 pages and there was absolutely no way i was reading all that today.
apparently i also printed the optional bibliography :-) :-) :-)
which was an entire book :-) :-)
i wasted 80 pesos :-) :-) :-)
i’m very tired of reading about successful people that went to my high school it’s very frustrating and adds unnecessary pressure to my life.
tbh very tired of international news outlets excoticizing my country’s financial issues.