That’s my GF when she has 4 y.o. ♥ she is so cute
THIS JUST IN: Robert Downey Jr. has signed on for the Avengers 2 and 3!Iron Man fans rejoice, for Marvel had announced that RDJ will reprising his role as Tony Stark and Iron Man in both of the new installments in the Avengers franchise.The…
That’s me jumping to the public at the end of a concert of my band, ENI.
Q:fuckin architechture and shit nice theme dude (Via TumblrArgentina)
Yes, it’s an awesome architecture, I love these streets, seems frozennice your blog as well.
(I do not know why we keep talking in english if we are argentinians hahaha I guess you wanted to keep the thread of my blog, thanks)
Note: This question refers to photos of Buenos Aires, Argentina, that I published previously.
Hey, I have a new theme in my tumblr, look at it and tell me if you like please :)
One photo, five things.
I wanted to show in a photo five things that changed my life.
First my guitar, Lenore, she symbolizes what music is for me on my life, everything.
Second my skate, I’m not a great skater, but it represents friendship, skating together.
Third a basketball, due to health problems I had to quit my career as an athlete and basketball player, but really helped shape me as a person.
Four books, as a writer, the books gave me a whole different world than I could imagine, and I created my and my personality.
And fifth, but not least, my camera, I’m living with it all I can and I see the world in a different way.
These things changed my life.
One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in his bed he had been changed into a monstrous verminous bug. He lay on his armour-hard back and saw, as he lifted his head up a little, his brown, arched abdomen divided up into rigid bow-like sections. From this height the blanket, just about ready to slide off completely, could hardly stay in place. His numerous legs, pitifully thin in comparison to the rest of his circumference, flickered helplessly before his eyes.
Excerpt from “The Metamorphosis” by Franz Kafka