Published on 2025/05/09
YOU HAVE TO FORGET HIMSome breakups hit you hard. And there are nights when alcohol doesn’t numb the pain—it turns up the volume: the sadness, the anger, the urge to cry your eyes out...
And when the drama spills over, that’s when the best friend steps in. Not the one who gives advice, not the one who talks sense. The one who just does what she can with what she’s got. And what she’s got is fingers, determination, and absolutely no shame.
Because if tears won’t help you forget your ex, maybe moans will.
And the guy filming from the balcony? Just like all of us—speechless.
This is the kind of scene you only catch at 4 a.m., when the night’s gone off the rails, the heels are gone, and any spot will do for a couch, a therapy session, or an improvised bed.
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Published on 2025/04/09
THE HITCHHIKING CULTUREperritopiloto
There was a time when hitting the road with a backpack and your thumb out wasn’t just a way to travel — it was a whole mindset. It wasn’t about getting there fast or riding in comfort. It was about trust. Trust in people, in luck, in the road itself.
The hitchhiker — that character somewhere between adventurer, street philosopher, and laid-back backpacker — had its golden era from the '60s to the '90s. You’d spot them at gas stations, highway exits, or standing by the side of a country road, cardboard sign in hand, smile on their face. And just like that, through stories, shared smokes, and cassette tapes, little human connections were born — ones that lasted as long as the ride did.
But like many beautiful things, hitchhiking started to fade. Fear crept in, the news got darker, smartphones took over, and then came ridesharing apps and cheap flights. These days, pulling over for a stranger feels more like a movie scene than a real plan.
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Just another random day, on a random metro line, in a random train car.
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Published on 2025/03/11
NO WONDER YOU DON’T WANT THE NIGHT TO ENDWhen something fills you up, when you're exactly where you want to be, time stops mattering. You glance at the clock, and every passing minute feels heavier than the last. Not because you're tired, but because you know that, sooner or later, the night will end. And the last thing you want is for that to happen.
Because some moments should last forever. Conversations that flow effortlessly, laughter that comes out of nowhere, and glances that say more than words ever could. The place, the time, what’s happening around you—none of it really matters. The only thing that does is staying right there, stretching out every second, holding off the inevitable.
Because when something is good—really good—saying goodbye always feels like a mistake.
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