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from Grasshopper
Κατακτηση
Η στιγμή στην οποία αυτός ο σκλάβος απο το Πουέρτο Ρίκο (Bad Bunny) περιγράφει την πραγματικότητα πιο επιδραστικά κ αξιακα φορτισμένα όσο λίγοι στο πιο δημοφιλές σανίδι του πλανήτη (half time superbowl 2026) είναι μια στιγμή αληθινής γιορτής!
Σηματοδοτεί το όλοι ξέρουν οτι όλοι ξερουν.
Πιο απλά απο όλους το περιέγραψε ο τραμπ μόλις αντιστραφει η ανάρτηση του.
Πολλά αρχίδια και αδάμαστη θηλυκότητα.
from folgepaula
The most beautiful part of me is the version on her way somewhere. That's how I really like myself. In those in between moments. Fresh from the shower, hair still wet, half dressed, in the quiet art of becoming. That's when beauty is evident. That’s the side of me I feel most tender toward: the raw me. That's when I feel the most beautiful. As if any addition, or make up, or layer, was really only made for the illiterate. But I don't believe that's how a woman builds herself. Because a woman is a mystery, and only to a few, those granted with such grace, it is given the chance to know her.
/feb26
from
Roscoe's Quick Notes

My main game today will be an MLB Spring Training Game between the Texas Rangers and the Los Angele Dodgers. The game has a scheduled start time of 2:05 PM CST, but I'm already pulling the radio feed from 105.3 The Fan – Dallas to catch any pregame coverage before the radio call of the game starts. Go Rangers!
And the adventure continues.
from Manuela
“Eu ia falar que só sinto sua falta na madrugada
mas seria uma mentira muito mal contada
eu penso em você toda hora
da hora do sol se pôr até o amanhecer
eu só queria conseguir te esquecer
mentira
eu só queria poder te ver, te ter, te olhar, te abraçar, poder te amar
eu sinto sua falta toda hora, todo dia, todo milésimo
as vezes eu me deito pra te esquecer
mas você acaba aparecendo nos meus sonhos sem querer
ninguém nunca vai ocupar o seu lugar
você faz falta no meu coração
eu queria que fosse mais fácil te deixar pra trás
mas a cada passo que eu dou, eu te quero mais
eu não quero te esquecer, eu não queria parar de falar com você
eu não quero te perder
e eu sei que você me ama
igual eu amo você
e eu sei que você tenta me esquecer
no fundo a gente sabe que era pra ser
no fundo a gente sabe que um dia eu ainda vou me casar com você
e não importa quanto tempo demore pra te rever…’’
Ps: Desculpa a demora.
Do seu garoto atrasado,
Nathan
from Faucet Repair
21 February 2026
Really good recently:
Traktor—EP (1995) Bill Wells & Maher Shalal Hash Baz—Osaka Bridge (2006) Dadamah—This Is Not a Dream (1995) Caroline Shaw/Attacca Quartet—Orange (2019)
from Faucet Repair
19 February 2026
Re-reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man right now in small increments before I go to sleep each night. About halfway through right now. I think the rugged realism of Joyce's language and the malleability of Stephen's conscience is having a particular (but ineffable) effect on my dreams. Last night I had one in which I walked through a kind of clearing and reached a beach. From the sky to the ground, half of the beach was covered in shadow and the other half in blindingly bright light. In the light some people played volleyball, and in the shadow my father was sitting in a black hoodie with his back to me. I walked over to him, helped him up, and together we walked into the light to join the game.