One of the things that make me sigh with sadness and longing are the beautiful blogs. I will never have one. Is that I was born. What what a nice blog? Oh, no, not again, the eternal question of whether aesthetics is universal. PERFECTLY know what a blog is nice, so no me toquéis las palmas que me conozco. Sí, nena, justo eso: blogs con fotos empolvadas, modelos pálidas, arquitectura nórdica, pastelitos de diseño, bosques perfectos, diseño de interiores, de vez en cuando la propietaria te suelta un post con un look suyo acojonante, más modelos pálidas perdidas en bosques perfectos, etc. Lo que se llaman blogs de "inspiración". Yo los llamo blogs "tu vida es una puta mierda y lo sabes", porque te recuerdan que estás en tu minipiso del Barrio de la Concepción, que es la casa de tus padres donde todavía vives porque no queda otra, en tu habitación, decorada con gusto en " José Ruiz, mobiliario juvenil ": cama, estantería (Where books can still be "The steamboat) and a table in a single unit, all wood samba, and you see a Swedish aunt is your age, is 40 times more good than you, lives alone because the government Swedish study paid for, you saw that you shit, and he spends his days surrounded by freshly baked pastries, roll Aalto furniture and clothes Acne. Yo brunette renegría, jobless and with a blog ugly (but salao ) I console myself with the classic "Wow, but do not know what Aalto which is the rate of suicides in INSERT NAME OF A COUNTRY FULL OF HOT BLONDES "
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