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gotham is exactly the right amounts of wet and socioeconomically unstable to have spawned an INSANE grunge scene you just know their local shit is like the sonic equivalent of getting hit over the head with a car battery
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Sam Wilson is:
Kind
Helpful
Caring
A good man
Captain America
Sam Wilson is not:
A babysitter
A maid
A therapist
A pushover
Your white fave’s whipping boy
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At the risk of sounding anti-intellectual, I think that college should be free and also not a requirement for employment outside of highly specialized career fields
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ANOK YAI wearing Swarovski Met Gala 2024 – Sleeping Beauties: Reawakening Fashion
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The fuck do you mean expect tornados on Adelaide.
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"One of the coolest examples of creative living that I’ve seen in recent years, for instance, came from my friend Susan, who took up figure skating when she was forty years old. To be more precise, she actually already knew how to skate. She had competed in figure skating as a child and had always loved it, but she’d quit the sport during adolescence when it became clear she didn’t have quite enough talent to be a champion. (Ah, lovely adolescence—when the “talented” are officially shunted off from the herd, thus putting the total burden of society’s creative dreams on the thin shoulders of a few select souls, while condemning everyone else to live a more commonplace, inspiration-free existence! What a system . . . )
For the next quarter of a century, my friend Susan did not skate. Why bother, if you can’t be the best? Then she turned forty. She was listless. She was restless. She felt drab and heavy. She did a little soul-searching, the way one does on the big birthdays. She asked herself when was the last time she’d felt truly light, joyous, and—yes—creative in her own skin. To her shock, she realized that it had been decades since she’d felt that way. In fact, the last time she’d experienced such feelings had been as a teenager, back when she was still figure skating. She was appalled to discover that she had denied herself this life-affirming pursuit for so long, and she was curious to see if she still loved it.
So she followed her curiosity. She bought a pair of skates, found a rink, hired a coach. She ignored the voice within her that told her she was being self-indulgent and preposterous to do this crazy thing. She tamped down her feelings of extreme self-consciousness at being the only middle-aged woman on the ice, with all those tiny, feathery nine-year-old girls.
She just did it.
Three mornings a week, Susan awoke before dawn and, in that groggy hour before her demanding day job began, she skated. And she skated and skated and skated. And yes, she loved it, as much as ever. She loved it even more than ever, perhaps, because now, as an adult, she finally had the perspective to appreciate the value of her own joy. Skating made her feel alive and ageless. She stopped feeling like she was nothing more than a consumer, nothing more than the sum of her daily obligations and duties. She was making something of herself, making something with herself.
It was a revolution. A literal revolution, as she spun to life again on the ice—revolution upon revolution upon revolution . . .
Please note that my friend did not quit her job, did not sell her home, did not sever all her relationships and move to Toronto to study seventy hours a week with an exacting Olympic-level skating coach. And no, this story does not end with her winning any championship medals. It doesn’t have to. In fact, this story does not end at all, because Susan is still figure skating several mornings a week—simply because skating is still the best way for her to unfold a certain beauty and transcendence within her life that she cannot seem to access in any other manner. And she would like to spend as much time as possible in such a state of transcendence while she is still here on earth."
From : BIG MAGIC - creative living beyond fear. By Elizabeth Gilbert.
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I want to start saving up for the safer opportunity for me and my mom,by that I mean we live in Ukraine and it's gotten pretty unsafe for our place so there's actually a high possibility we'd like to move away from this country,as sad as it is for us. If you'd like to help out - I am selling my kamen rider stuff,please take a look if you're interested. any earnings would mean the world in current situation.
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Trying to sell bunch of my Yugioh keychains <3 Alongside with my Yugioh DUEL BOOK by Kazuki Takahashi. I hope they'll find a new home,money are hella tight rn.
All keychains are for any offers above 13$ !! Looking for about 300$ on the book (I need to cover rent)
If you're interested to take anything,just dm me! Thank you. Also I can send anywhere!
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life actually gets better when you leave the house consistently btw like im serious
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Some firefighters on a fire in Washington found a little kitty with some singeing from the fire. They gave her food and water, and she hung out with them all day until they hiked her out at the end of the day. She’s doing good now.
Just had to share the photos because they are adorable.
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99% of "mysterious disappearances" esp of people in their 20s who start acting weird for 48 hours and then vanish are not mysterious, thats just when a lot of reality-obliterating mental illness tends to kick in and it's pretty easy to get a short circuit in your brain that makes you go family guy death pose in joshua tree national park. it's not any less tragic, it's just a documented phenomenon and not particularly predictable. its a big reason the medical advice is for people with a family history of schizophrenia to completely avoid weed and psychedelics. "people just go crazy sometimes" is a principle of human health that used to be a lot more accepted prior to the american midcentury and to a certain extent thats a healthier way to conceptualize and prepare for the risk, as opposed to the modern assertion that anyone acting weird is dangerous and broken forever.
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emailed rogue.site to see if they'd consider adding an article tag to anything that isn't a guide, because the fact that polygon didn't have an rss feed that excluded game guides was a peeve of mine for like a decade. seeing a bunch of new articles and then twenty of them are guides for a game that just came out that i don't want to play sucks imho.
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Got a comment asking about the leaf bolero patterns, and I know nothing about pattern grading and have no intention of making patterns to sell, so the best I can do is show them on an inch grid. (I actually made two pieces for the second and third patterns because I wanted the backs to be asymmetrical, but the fronts are the same.)
I still think the best way to do them is the way I did it in the video though - cut down a pattern that already fits your torso, tape the shoulders shut, and draw the serrations on the mockup while you're wearing it. Then draw on the veins, tape the side seam shut, and cut a new side seam along a vein.
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