Sangre. Plaquetas. Plasma . Médula. Órganos.
Sangre. Plaquetas. Plasma . Médula. Órganos.
Al mismo hospital en el que falleció mi hermano hace ya 11 meses.
Salí llorando.
Odio ese sitio.
Al mismo hospital en el que falleció mi hermano hace ya 11 meses.
Salí llorando.
Odio ese sitio.
Upsss...
Upsss...
"Ed Sheeran had an opportunity…Instead he caved to people who refuse to accept what the world knows."
"If more than 20,000 white children were killed…everyone would be shouting…Treating some children's lives as less worthy of outrage is racist. Silence during a genocide is not neutral."
"Ed Sheeran had an opportunity…Instead he caved to people who refuse to accept what the world knows."
"If more than 20,000 white children were killed…everyone would be shouting…Treating some children's lives as less worthy of outrage is racist. Silence during a genocide is not neutral."
"Be masculine, be feminine, be neither, or be both. But be kind."
"Be masculine, be feminine, be neither, or be both. But be kind."
Pero vamos, en la misma tónica que el resto de la salud pública canaria.
Pero vamos, en la misma tónica que el resto de la salud pública canaria.
you said I was on your mind?
There's no need to argue,
no need to argue anymore.
There's no need to argue anymore.
you said I was on your mind?
There's no need to argue,
no need to argue anymore.
There's no need to argue anymore.
www.cambridge.org/core/journal...
www.cambridge.org/core/journal...
Si piensa que Cáritas debería de darle comida a "españoles" no hay que gastar ni media neurona con él.
Si piensa que Cáritas debería de darle comida a "españoles" no hay que gastar ni media neurona con él.
I′ll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And I′ll bury my soul in a scrapbook
With the photographs there, and the moss
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
I′ll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And I′ll bury my soul in a scrapbook
With the photographs there, and the moss
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
DONDE ESTÁN LAS FOTOVOLTAICAS AHORA EH!?? DONDE??? DONDE ESTÁ VUESTRO DIOS!!???