Si todo Twitter 🇦🇷 en 2020 y con una pandemia en su prime, pudimos cambiar la final de un certamen de cocina y descalificar a Samantha de #bakeoff, juntos podemos rajar a Maru "no pruebo una bosta" Botana del jurado de #masterchefcelebrity#masterchefcelebrityargentina
#MasterChefCelebrity está mostrando la conducta de una persona con TCA ante la comida. Dan vueltas con tenedor, come un poquito (lo verde en lo posible) con cara de asco y se queda masticando más de lo normal. Maru Botana no es para este programa y mucho menos para ese puesto
es muy desagradable la cara de asco que pone cada vez que tiene que probar la comida, la verdad que la re pifiaron con la suplente de donato encima no tiene carisma para nada
Yo entiendo q Donato está full feliz viviendo en Italia, pero teniendo tantos cocineros importantes, buenos, carismáticos, por que pusieron a una mina que le tiene asco a la comida? Es infumable, dice cualquier cosa, no come…por favor sáquenla!
Es gracioso cómo la chica que sueña con viajar por todo el mundo y la que no sale de su casa durante tres días seguidos son exactamente la misma persona.
I love books. I love buying books. I love carrying books around. I love reading books. I love writing in books. I love discussing about books. I love recommending books and seeing people love them too. I love browsing books. I love rearranging books. I love looking at books
My girl best friend told her boyfriend something that lowkey changed how I see relationships.
She said, “I don’t want obedience. I want consideration. I shouldn’t have to beg you to think about how your actions affect me.”
She told him, “You’re allowed to have friends. You’re allowed to go out. You’re allowed to live your life. But if you constantly put yourself in situations that you know would hurt me, that’s not freedom. That’s you choosing yourself over us.”
Then she said something that hit:
“If I have to keep explaining why something disrespects me, it’s not confusion. It’s comfort. You’re comfortable knowing I’ll stay.”
And whew.
She wasn’t yelling. She wasn’t threatening to leave. She was calm. Grounded. Clear.
She told him, “I won’t control you. But I will control what I tolerate. And if I start feeling small in a relationship that’s supposed to feel safe, I’ll remove myself. Not to punish you. To protect me.”
That’s what emotional maturity sounds like.
Not “do what I say.”
But “I see the red flag. I told you it’s red. If you keep walking past it, I’m not dragging you back.”
how could you NOT fall in love with reading and books and libraries and bookstores and words on paper and the escapism it brings with every turning page.