SEX. Now that I've caught your attention (dirty fucking perv) and you're probably reading this, I introduce myself. To start off, I love my first name, but I'm not going to reveal it here for obvious reasons. I'll just say that I am from Chile. 18 years old. I am on my first year of university. I study Multilingual Touristic Management.Generally I am a very relaxed and nice guy, but if you really want to get me angry you won't see your goal reached because by the time you achieve it I will likely have already killed you. Don't complain that I didn't tell you.
The stuff I upload here is just random bullshit that I consider cool or interesting, that means, whatever I fucking want. By the way, if you feel curious about the words in my banner, "Stercus accidit" is a latin expression which means "Shit happens".
That's it.
SEXO. Ya que he llamado tu atención (sexópata culiao) y quizás estés leyendo esto, me presento. Para empezar, me gusta mi nombre, pero por weás obvias no lo diré acá. Tan solo diré que soy de Chile. Tengo 18 años. Estoy en 1er año de universidad y estudio Administración Turística Multilingüe.
En general soy bastante relajado y simpático, pero si verdad quieres hacerme enojar no podrás ver tu objetivo logrado porque para cuando lo hayas cumplido lo más posible es que ya te haya matado. Después no digas que no te avisé. Lo que subo acá son weás que encuentro bakanes o interesantes, o sea, lo que se me dé la puta gana.
A todo esto, si te preguntas qué significa la frase de mi banner, "Stercus accidit" es una locución latina que significa algo así como "Así es la puta vida". Eso.
Tempus fugit.
Never get too attached to someone.
Many people say that one is supposed to appreciate while a certain person is there for us, but truth is that someday they’ll leave -whether they have to or that the period for which they were meant to stay in your life has simply expired- and will not come back.
This is spoken from experience. The feeling of seeing someone go away and knowing that they’ll unlikely return soon is dispairing and horribly painful. Evenings get radically longer; ‘tomorrow’ kind of becomes just another euphemism for “not actually soon”.
Laughs and jokes shared. Nonsense talked. Moments of talking seriously, be it to cheer up the other with advice or just about life and how fucked up society is. Can anyone simply forget such bonds completely, all at once?
If there is anyone able to, lucky them. I wish they could tell me their secret.
Or maybe learn it on my own.
why are we always waiting for something? Waiting for exams to be over, waiting for summer, waiting for Friday. And when what you’re waiting for finally comes, we don’t even appreciate what we have been waiting for, instead we just wait for something else.
truuuue
that’s because the fucking human nature is always egging us into longing for what we cannot have.
Does this remind anyone of the times when our moms would tell us “eat all of your meal; there are children starving in other countries.”? Well, these assholes waste condoms and seem to know nothing about China.
(via emeacea)
That moment when you come up with the idea that somehow, that annoying girl who keeps talking to you despite your curt responses, has actually decided to bother you.
Si los juegos olímpicos fueran en Chile, fijo que se mete un perro a la mitad del estadio.
(via icengard)
Esos comentarios de tu familia que te hacen sentir mal.
” y donde esta la polola ? “
“maldito el día en que se me ocurrió tener hijos” gracias mami
“siendo así de enojón te van a mandar a la chucha ligerito”
