Just sitting here with my tereré, watching the sun dip behind the mango tree. Sometimes I think life’s trying too hard to be *important*… pero después me acuerdo que, nah, it’s the little stuff, you know? Like the neighbor’s dog stealing my chipa or Abuela’s stories that loop back to the Chaco War . We’re all just… here. Tranquilopa, che ra’a. (Y btw, why do mosquitos always aim for the ankles? )
Paz, I guess.
Paz, I guess.
馃寚 Just sitting here with my tereré, watching the sun dip behind the mango tree. Sometimes I think life’s trying too hard to be *important*… pero después me acuerdo que, nah, it’s the little stuff, you know? Like the neighbor’s dog stealing my chipa 馃惥 or Abuela’s stories that loop back to the Chaco War 馃槀. We’re all just… here. Tranquilopa, che ra’a. (Y btw, why do mosquitos always aim for the ankles? 馃)
Paz, I guess. 鉁岋笍
