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2025.01.24 07:00 nothiingnobody Bone broke
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2025.01.24 07:00 Own_Egg_2674 What is your unique masturbation method?
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2025.01.24 07:00 Inorica Trading robux for bbc
Please name your price im looking for a decently large amount (200k-500k) for as cheap as possible.
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2025.01.24 07:00 Pale-Investigator541 Snipe and Sells Tokens at Lightning Speed {GUIDE}
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2025.01.24 07:00 Turbostrider27 FF7 Rebirth was the #1 top downloaded game on the Japan PlayStation Store for 2024
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2025.01.24 07:00 PlantZaddyLA What are your favorite coffee shops in the city?
Hi guys I have a little IG account that focuses on coffeeshops in LA (can I share the handle here for interested locals without violating rules?). I love coffee, and I love exploring different shops throughout the city. I’ve been to probably 60 different shops so far on the west side but looking to branch out more.
So I just wanted to ask folks here a few things: 1. What is your favorite coffeeshop? 2. What do you order there for yourself? 3. What neighborhood is this shop located in?
Some shops that I recently enjoyed were Sachi, the Boy and the Bear, Verve, Alchemist, Goodboybob, and millcross. I usually order a cappuccino or I try to pick whatever “specialty” drinks they have to choose from when visiting a place for the first time.
Thanks for sharing any recommendations you have! If you want to learn more about my IG account or wanna chat coffee my DMs are open as well.
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2025.01.24 07:00 Undefin3d_Sr Is it worth buying?
I was looking through Facebook Marketplace and found this PS Vita for $140. Is it a good deal? The seller says it includes:
PS Vita
Transparent acrylic case
Portable carrying case
4GB memory card
All-Stars game
Charger
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2025.01.24 07:00 TheHonourableMember Legal action looms as opposition parties fight Ramaphosa's Expropriation Bill - IOL
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2025.01.24 07:00 EffectiveSign5140 Literally the second room of Corpse and a key beggar gave me this. I LOVE Chaos.
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2025.01.24 07:00 ricardo2241 Finally got my first O5 on A/D/C faction. So what is the best equip for her? atk? cdmg? or spd?
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2025.01.24 07:00 Kindly_Blackberry_21 Laagste stikstofoverschot in landbouw sinds begin meting door natte zomer 2023
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2025.01.24 07:00 WindGodKungLao Remember those two ?
 | I just discovered that these two mixed together give you a Dynast reverse Ironclad. The Usurper's combo counter doesn't reset over time at lvl4. And at lvl6, once you are a Spirit Messenger (40 stacks of Approval of Spirit), the combo counter will never reset even if you are hit by the opponent. So, mix that with the Swift Mongoose, which reduces the incoming damage for every hit in the combo counter (which will never reset), and you have a homemade Dynast tank. submitted by WindGodKungLao to Shadowfight3 [link] [comments] |
2025.01.24 07:00 mizushimo How to uninstall Sims 3? (Mac version)
I was forced to upgrade to the EA app, unfortunately the 'uninstall' option in the app does nothing.
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2025.01.24 07:00 CaterpillarFun9438 To my great lost love
I don’t really know how to start this. The very act of trying to find the words feels too overwhelming, as if just making the effort is too much to bear. But every day, it scares me—this constant regret of all the things I never said, now lost forever, drifting away with every passing moment. I don’t know if I can make this right, but maybe I should at least try, just once. Maybe trying is the only way to find peace in all of this.
It’s taken me so long to even begin, let alone continue. Every day, I’ve watched myself avoid these feelings, these unsaid words. I’ve paused too many times writing, made too many excuses just to run away from the pain, from the truth that I need to do this—not just for you, but maybe for myself also. I can’t keep hiding from what I owe, to both you and me. It’s been hard, getting here, facing everything I’ve tried to avoid. But somehow, it feels right, in a way. To let myself be vulnerable again, to open this wound I created and tried to hide for so long. Maybe it’s not about healing—it’s about learning to live with what happened. Maybe this time, I can finally let myself face the truth without running.
My room feels darker than it truly is, lit only by the faint, flickering glow of my monitors. The hour has long passed, its midnight, and the cold has begun to run into my skin, going deep into my body as the night passes. I’m growing used to this feeling again—the routine of doing nothing, just sitting here, staring at these screens as if they hold the answer to the emptiness I’m trying to outrun. I’ve called off the search for my soul, I put them on hold again, telling myself its impossible, when in truth, I know I’ve just given up on finding it.
I feed myself with endless distractions, each one a momentary attempt to numb the pain inside, a way to escape the weight of what lingers beneath. They offer temporary relief—small bursts of satisfaction that fade almost as quickly as they arrive, leaving me empty again, like an empty room that refuses to be filled. And yet, I keep chasing them, as if one might finally make me forget, might silence these thoughts that has been creeping me, ones that burn like a fever, searing through me as if I’m burning alive. Thoughts about what’s really happening. Thoughts about what’s already happened.
The silence around me feels heavy, pressing down harder with every passing moment. It’s the kind of silence that amplifies everything I’m trying to escape. And though I know this cycle leads nowhere, I let it continue, because facing the truth feels harder than this endless loop of distractions.
It’s so late, isn’t it? I’ve lost track of time, but somehow, that doesn’t seem to matter anymore. The hours slip away without me even noticing. I feel like I’m drifting, lost, floating through these moments with no real direction. I wake up thinking of you, and when I fall asleep, it’s the same—your presence lingers in my mind, always there. Every thought is haunted by you, even when I try to push it away, as if you’re woven into the very fabric of my consciousness. How is it now that somehow you’re a stranger, but you were mine just yesterday? I don’t know how we got here, but it feels so different now. Everything has shifted, and I find myself standing in this strange, unfamiliar space, trying to remember what we once had. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know how I ended up here, in this place of endless questioning. All I know is that somewhere, in the middle of all this confusion, I failed. I lost. And that’s the hardest part: admitting it to myself. It feels like the truth is something I can’t outrun, something I can’t hide from anymore, no matter how hard I try. It sits with me, heavy and undeniable. I’m afraid to say it aloud, but deep down, I know it’s true. I’ve failed, and I don’t know how to fix it. It feels too late, doesn’t it? Too late for anything to be what it should have been. Did I crossed the line?
I don’t blame you. You can’t save me. No one can, but myself. You were trying your best, trying to fill the gaps in the empty void within me. And I can’t imagine how much that must have taken from you. I see it now, in everything we’ve become. I mean, look at where we are now.
You took charge of something you were never supposed to, and that wasn’t fair to you. You’re just human, a precious being with your own emptiness to handle. I treated you like an extension of me, like something that could make me feel alive again, and that feels so wrong. It feels like I forced you to carry a burden that wasn’t yours to bear. And I hate myself for making you feel like that, for making you believe you were a failure, that you weren’t enough, that you were just a decoration. You were trying to fix something that was never meant to be fixed, because it wasn’t meant to be fixed by anyone else in the first place. It was my brokenness, my weight, and I made it yours.
It all makes sense now, doesn’t it? The way we fell apart, how the silence between us grew, how the distance stretched until it became an insurmountable divide. I should have let you be who you were, not something I could cling to in order to make myself feel whole. But now, in the quiet of these empty moments, I finally see that. I realize I failed to understand you, failed to see that you were struggling just like me—that you too got tired, got angry, became anxious, and overthought everything. I was too caught up in my own mind to truly listen to yours, and now I’m left wondering if I could have done something differently.
Could we have still been something, if I hadn’t acted the way I did? If I had been more patient, less selfish, maybe more understanding of your own battles? Or was this always the way it was meant to unfold? I keep asking myself these questions, replaying them over and over in my mind, but all I’m left with are doubts and regret. And the memories—always the memories—is the only thing that remains, the only thing that still holds the weight of what once was. It reminds me of everything I’ve lost, of every chance I took for granted. It's the only constant in this aftermath, the only piece of you that I can still hold on to. But even that feels like it's slipping away, like everything else I’ve lost in the wake of it all.
And now, my room feels emptier, in a way that’s hard to explain. It’s always been empty, but now, it’s as if something I once had here is gone. I don’t know what it is—it’s like a ghost, or maybe a memory, a presence that was here, but now it’s simply vanished. It started to fade months ago, little by little, like sunlight dimming behind thick clouds, the sky growing heavy, the clouds turning darker, and a storm quietly gathering on the horizon. And now, it’s completely gone. It’s like the feeling of you, of us, slipping through my fingers, like trying to hold onto sand that falls no matter how tightly I grip. I reach for it in the air, hoping some trace will remain, but it slips away, dissolving before I even understand what I’m losing. The air feels heavier, quieter, as if it’s closing in on me. Every small sound echoes longer in the silence, reminding me of how empty everything has become. I try to fill it with something—anything—but nothing stays. It feels like the silence itself is swallowing everything whole, taking everything with it. And yet, it’s not just the room. It’s me. I can feel myself emptying, piece by piece, the weight of missing you pulling everything else away, leaving only a fragment of me. I don’t know how to stop it, or if I even can.
I started doing things again—old habits I had forgotten about, things that used to come naturally. They all welcomed me back, as if they had been waiting for me, patiently holding space for my return. But there’s something off about it, something unsettling. I feel dissociated by these welcomes, like I’ve been pulled back here because I’ve done something wrong, something I can’t quite put my finger on. It’s strange to be in this place again, doing things I once did without a second thought. It feels familiar, but also foreign, like I don’t belong here anymore. I keep wondering if I missed something, if I did something wrong, if all of this—this emptiness, this disconnect—is somehow my fault. The thought lingers, heavy in the back of my mind, like a question I can’t answer but can’t stop asking.
The music means so much more to me now. It speaks in ways I never paid attention to before. It’s like you gave me a warning, a foreshadowing I couldn’t hear then. You planted those seeds, and now, I remember the songs we shared—the ones I used to listen to without thinking deeper. Now, they tell me everything. They hold meanings I was too blind to see, messages I should have heard before but didn’t. It’s like each note carries the weight of everything unsaid, the beauty of your subtleties and unspoken truth. It’s as though I can hear the echoes of your soul in every song, the way our hearts are quietly pierced through by something from the melody of our past, leaving a wound that never fully heals—a cut that always bleeds.
I didn’t pay attention to the lyrics back then, the subtle words you left me, the quiet signs you showed me. You were tired, weren’t you? You told me more than I ever realized—through your words, through your actions, through everything. But I only focused on the beat, on the sound, on the noise. I was so caught up in my emotions, my insecurities, and my own self-centeredness. I didn’t see what you were trying to say, not fully. And now, those lyrics have become truths I can’t ignore. They haunt with your pain, your weariness, and the love you tried so hard to hold on. It’s a love that I only now realize was never truly mine to claim, yet it was a gift I could have treasured. And in my ignorance, they all faded away.
Sometimes, I sit and wonder what it must have felt like for you—to carry that weight alone, to leave quiet signs in the hope that I’d notice, only to see me stumble blindly past them. Now, carrying the heavy longing in my arms, I feel the weight of everything I didn’t see, everything I didn’t understand. It feels heavier than I ever thought possible, pressing down on me with the realization of what you must have endured. I didn’t know that I had it all, and nobody warned me before the fall. And I’m wasted. I wish you didn’t leave, I just needed a wake-up call. And now I’m facing the greatest loss of them all.
But trying to see from both perspectives, I understand the gravity of everything. I realize how beautiful things were, how beautiful they could’ve been, for both of us. The moments we shared, the connection we had, everything—so much of it was real. But it feels like too much time has passed. Too much has been lost for it to ever be what it should have been.
What if I had understood then, had seen the depth of your silent struggles? Could I have done something differently? Could I have spared myself from this weight of regret? It’s a question I will never know the answer to, a path that has disappeared behind me, a place lost in time—where I once saw you, where you, my loved one, stayed. to a place I can no longer go back to.
And I just find myself crying without warning—no reason, just tears. It’s the music. The songs we both listened to, or the ones you played. I can’t help it—they pull me back, tugging at threads I thought I had buried. They bring up everything: the memories, the moments, the pain, the love. Each note feels like a doorway, opening to a place where I still thought there was time, where we still believed that what we had could last. It’s like the music keeps us alive, even when you’re not here anymore. And In some moments, I think of you when I am sad and down, when the silence makes me cry, when it’s hard to try, and all I can do is simply fall back into you. Those songs remind me of the pieces of us still scattered in the corners of my heart, and I can’t help but let myself be pulled into them, pulled back to you.
I’ve placed so many emotions in the lyrics of the songs we listened to, each one wrapped in memories that refuses to fade. The regret, the longing, the guilt—they all live in those songs now, stitched into every melody. They’ve become a part of me, just as you are. And when I hear them, it feels like I’m hearing you again, like your voice is hiding between the chords, calling me back to something I’ll never touch again. A glimpse of us—not the us we are now, the one distant and separated by time. The us from before, when everything felt possible. When everything felt more safer, and the world was full of promise, and we could pretend that nothing could ever tear us apart. That version of us feels more closer when the music plays, as if I could be there again, if only I could reach far enough, but the distance between now and then is too vast, too final. The past, once vivid, is fading into a place I can’t revisit, a place where you still held my hand and we still believed in something worthwhile. A place where no storm could break us, that time would be kind to us. But now, all that’s left are fragments, memories wrapped in a melancholic tone that plays on, reminding me of who we were—of who I thought we’d always be. And every note brings me back, just for a moment, before reality pulls me further away, leaving me with nothing but the silence after the song ends.
I wish I could go back, even for just a moment, to hear you sing those songs again, to feel the way your voice carried emotions I never fully understood—how every note told a story, every lyric a piece of your soul. We were doing nothing, yet it felt like everything, as if our souls were trying to speak to each other without a single word. I long to see us again, together, lost in the music, wrapped in the warmth of the moment, before everything began to slip away.
I cherish what we had, even though it hurts, and the weight of it sometimes feels unbearable. I relive the good moments over and over, clinging to them like lifelines, but they only make the ache sharper. I fight the guilt that always seems to follow me—the regret of what I did, what I didn’t do, and all the ways I fell short. It’s a battle I’m slowly losing, as if every memory chips away at me, piece by piece.
I hate myself for how it ended. I hate myself for the words left unsaid and the ones I shouldn’t have spoken. For the times I let you down when all I wanted was to hold us together. I miss you so much that some days it feels impossible to breathe, like the world is caving in around me. Knowing I can’t turn back time, that I can’t rewrite what’s already written.
Every tear I shed feels like a reminder of what I’ve lost, of the emptiness that’s taking place. And every time I cry, I wonder if it will ever stop— …
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2025.01.24 07:00 BrainJaxx Downtown living or sprawl?
Hey folks,
I’m gonna be moving to SD in a few weeks here and I really need some advice on housing. I’ve never actually visited SD before. Passed thru once or twice but that’s about it.
Skip to the TL:DR section if u want me to get to the point.
Where I live is the most important part of my life. I tend to be a home body but I’ve discovered if I’m close to the ‘action’, I’m much more active. Coffee shops, theaters, book stores, easy to access biking routes and mass transit. The less excuses I put between myself and having an active life style, the more likely I am to keeping up with it.
TL:DR
Having said that, I’d like some recommendations on where to live in the downtown area of SD. There are quite a few apartment buildings, luxury and otherwise but I‘m looking for a place that isn’t managed by, well, poor management. Big ask, lol. I know. So far I’ve been looking at Spire San Diego and Pinnacle at the Park. Both are located on 15th and Island Ave in the East Village. Also looking into Pinnacle Broadway and Concert Residences on Broadway and 11th.
So far all these places have everything I’d want from a long term home. But anything I should know about that only locals and current residents would know?
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2025.01.24 07:00 SeeSadaElBalad Ramona Younes Shines in Miss Arab Jury رامونا تتألق بلجنة تحكيم ملكة جما...
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2025.01.24 07:00 Why_cant_Ibea_dream Is there any girl travelling for NMIMS Feb 22, M2 slot from Delhi to Bombay?
Posting, on behalf of a friend who needs genuine travel help and company prolly. If yes, then please comment below or DM.
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2025.01.24 07:00 TheHonourableMember MK Party announces new leaders for Gauteng and Limpopo - TimesLIVE
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2025.01.24 07:00 Wonderful-Gold-2326 Forex Trade in PropFIRMS
Suggest me is this strategy good or not...
I have done paper trading for 1 month and seems to have a very stable 50$ profit daily...
So now I am thinking of using prop firms for trading in forex... And the catch is I will take payouts in crypto only.... Not convert crypto to bank account also to not involve in any illegal exchange....
And I will keep crypto safe in crypto wallet... 😅🫡
Is this a good idea PLEASE HELP ME 🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🥹
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2025.01.24 07:00 sharewithme Word of The Hour: discover
English: discover
- to show (what has been secret, unseen, or unknown)
- to lay open to view
- to make visible; to reveal
Translations
- Catalan: descobreix
- Esperanto: eltrovi
- French: découvrir
- Galician: descobre
- Hindi: पता लगा
- Italian: scoprire
- Portuguese: descobrir
- Romanian: a descoperi
- Spanish: descubrimiento, descubre, descubrir
- Swedish: upptäcka
Fill in missing translations @ https://wordofthehour.org/translations
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2025.01.24 07:00 Gentleman0610 Bhaio, which style is better?(Open to suggestions, curly hair+patchy beard)
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2025.01.24 07:00 kwkr88 Daily idiom: give someone the cold shoulder
give someone the cold shoulder
to treat somebody unfriendly or ignore them
Examples:
- Why is she giving me the cold shoulder? I'm such a nice guy!
- Just give him the cold shoulder. He behaves this way only because he wants something from you.
2025.01.24 07:00 Okkon When are we fixing the logo being off center on here
Ever since the colours changed to the flashpoint green, the subreddit logo has shifted off center and i think that's kind of silly
Just center it lol
Also looking forward to s1, with the exception of the sprint feature! Still playing every day! :)
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2025.01.24 07:00 Calm_Manufacturer168 I keep swinging between “yes” and “no” with this guy, what does it mean?
I’ve been seeing this guy for a little while. Logically, he’s a great match—stable, grounded, responsible—and finally, someone who fits into my life and lifestyle. I feel safe with him, and I can actually see long-term potential. He’s also someone my family would wholeheartedly approve of, which has never been the case before. But I wonder… is that part of what’s driving me more? The idea of him?
He’s very nonchalant, and that’s something I’m not used to. My past relationships have been intense, emotional, and all-consuming, and my last one was a total crash and burn. Most of the men I’ve been drawn to were never practically feasible, either for my life or my family. But this guy is different.
Attraction has been slow-building—not instant, but not repulsion either. Some moments I crave him physically, and other moments I feel indifferent. Sometimes I miss him, and sometimes I feel detached. I also have small reservations about the way he looks and walks, and I don’t know if that’s something I’ll just stop noticing or if it’s a real block.
One thing I keep coming back to is height. I’m pretty tall myself, and I’ve always been used to dating much taller men—it just makes me feel more womanly in a way I can’t quite explain, especially during intimacy. With him, I don’t get that same feeling, tho we’ve not gone all the way, and I don’t know if that’s something that will fade with time or if it actually matters more than I think.
We do have chemistry, but it’s not that once-in-a-lifetime kind of intensity I’ve felt before. And yet, I keep wanting to see where this goes.
I don’t know if that’s because I genuinely want to or because he makes so much sense on paper.
How do I know if this is something that grows into deep love or if I’m just dragging something out that will never feel quite right?
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