EleoV

[leonel @leoneltudo]

AGSJWJDJWHDS QUEEEEE TENES QUE CERRAR TODOS LOS ESTADIOS DEL MUNDO

[Leonardo @guarda_la_moto]

Qué desmoralizante es tener que explicar por qué es bueno que la gente tenga acceso a la universidad, pueda atenderse en un hospital o pueda jubilarse dignamente.

[inti @bananiitadolca]

falté a una clase y dije bueno me animo a pedirle los apuntes a algún compañero

[Fede Rodríguez @federodr]

Qué bronca cuando querés cortar un cuadradito de chocolate y se te parte mal y entonces te tenés que comer los otros ocho.

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

My grandmother always had a drawer full of flour. Always. It was a certainty, one of those things that never change. Then one day, she told me she can’t afford to bake anymore. She’s 83 and lives on a €900 monthly pension. And last week, almost in a whisper, she admitted that even flour has become too expensive.
She, who baked every birthday cake in the family for forty years. She, who taught me how to make shortcrust pastry when I was seven. The one who used to win prizes at the village fair. Today, she has an empty drawer—where once there were bags of flour for every recipe, for every occasion.
I found out by chance. I stopped by without warning and found her sitting at the table with a simple slice of toast. No butter. “It’s too expensive,” she told me with a soft smile. “I’m not really hungry anyway.” But that smile didn’t hide everything else.
I opened the cupboards: canned soup, a few crackers… and nothing more.
I went home with a knot in my throat I couldn’t untangle. The next day, I started doing the one thing she had taught me best: cooking. I began selling homemade cakes. Nothing fancy—just simple desserts for birthdays, graduations, small celebrations. Every euro I earned became her groceries.
She doesn’t know. Or rather, she doesn’t know the truth. I tell her I’ve found good deals, that I’m learning how to save better. Because I know that if she found out, she’d say it’s too much.
Last week I went back to her place with bags full of groceries. And I filled that drawer again. Flour of every kind, just like before. When she saw it, she started to cry. “It’s too much,” she whispered.
I also brought her small kitchen tools—wooden spoons, a few vintage measuring cups… those simple things that can still make her eyes light up.
And then something happened that I’ll never forget.
She started cooking again.
She bakes bread for the neighbors. She moves around the kitchen with a different light in her eyes. Yesterday, she asked me if I wanted to learn her secret cinnamon rolls recipe—the one she’s never written down anywhere. I took a day off just to be with her. Six hours together, laughing, flour everywhere. She kept saying, “I can’t believe I can do this again.”
My mother told me I’m spoiling her. I told her to leave.
Because this isn’t spoiling. It’s caring. It’s refusing to accept that someone should slowly fade away just because they can’t afford a bag of flour—and calling it old age.
This world forgets the elderly far too quickly. And it expects families to stay quiet.
I won’t.
That drawer will stay full. Even if I have to bake a thousand cakes.
Because she taught me everything that truly matters. And now that her hands tremble a little more, it’s my turn to make sure they never stop creating.
And maybe, in the end, I’m not just filling a drawer with flour. I’m restoring a piece of dignity, memory, and love that no price should ever be able to erase.

[Perdido en Acción @perdidoenaccion]

@ens1996_ Mi 'El otro día...' = cualquier momento entre el Big Bang y hoy a la mañana.

[Santiago @santims_]

Buenos aires siempre es mas linda transitarla de a dos

[Fede @_FedeManzo]

Lo que más me preocupa del presente no es el gobierno de Milei, que hará muchísimo daño pero algún día va a terminar; lo que más me preocupa es esta raza de chiquilines que muestran sin pudor lo soretes que son. ¿Qué futuro hay con gente así por todos lados? Es desolador, hermano

[vicky 💋🪩 @ftdtxbravee]

COMO LE VAS A PONER EL NOMBRE DE TU ESPOSA QUE FALLECIO A UN PEDACITO DE LUNA?????? SE ME ESTRUJA EL CORAZON

[zoso @antozoso]

como le explicas este chiste a un europeo¿

[agusnú @agusnucera]

escuchando cómo los veteranos de Malvinas volvieron de la guerra a buscar a las chicas que les escribían cartas y se casaron con ellas y el audio del astronauta que mandó un hola amor te amo desde la luna confirmé que la vida no tiene ningún sentido si no estás enamorado

[Virgi Perez @VirgiiPerez]

es tan loco lo que está pasando con la luna los tipos viajan a hacer un acontecimiento histórico y uno le dice te amo a su mujer y el otro le pone el nombre de su difunta esposa por dios QUE VIVA EL AMOR es lo más grande que hay y traspasa cualquier cosa

[el bombón de la cumbia @Aichulaa]

buen día

[Cymarco repuestos @1masparatender]

Me da tanta ternura que las abuelas le pongan ropita a cualquier objeto que ocupe espacio

[faqsalcedo 🐬 @starostra]

lo tonta tontisima que sera esta epoca que ahora la norma es no decir nada el 24 de marzo porque "en politica no me meto" pero para el 2 de abril se ponen nacionalistas y solemnes como si una cosa no fuese una consecuencia linealmente directa de la otra

[Diario La Capital @lacapital]

"PORQUE LOS PROCESOS NO SIEMPRE DETIENEN LOS SUEÑOS" ❤️‍🩹

Esa fue la emotiva frase con la que el doctor Sebastián Torres compartió en su cuenta de Instagram la inspiradora historia de superación de su paciente Ivana.

📹 dr.sebatorres

[María Irina. @inexp3rta]

Cómo doma el inconsciente papá vos pensabas que algo ya no te hacía mal? Atajate este sueño recontra explícito y después contame