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A RECORD THAT WILL NEVER BE BROKEN! 31 years ago today, Cal Ripken Jr. did something modern sports barely understands anymore. He showed up. Again. And again. Until he played his 2,131st straight game and broke Lou Gehrig’s record. No load management. No “mental health day” every other Tuesday.... show more

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the more the time passes the more u realize that kpoptw don’t actually have a problem with weed (it would be“cool”if one of their faves did it) they just use it as a drag bc they hate that GD proved all those accusations wrong, all 4 tests came back clean,and his career didn’t fall apart. he never disappeared or apologized for something he never did,he went from being accused to receiving one of Korea’s highest honors for his contributions to the industry (something he wouldn’t get if he had anything on his record). that’s why I’ll always be grateful to GD for standing up for himself. he knows exactly how many people are waiting to see him fail and watching every move he makes.

the more the time passes the more u realize that kpoptw don’t actually have a problem with weed (it would be“cool”if one of their faves did it) they just use it as a drag bc they hate that GD proved all those accusations wrong, all 4 tests came back clean,and his career didn’t fall apart. he never disappeared or apologized for something he never did,he went from being accused to receiving one of Korea’s highest honors for his contributions to the industry (something he wouldn’t get if he had anything on his record). that’s why I’ll always be grateful to GD for standing up for himself. he knows exactly how many people are waiting to see him fail and watching every move he makes.

Nada #BiiiG

59,367 views • 4 months ago

Tyla in a recent interview has reviewed how she really feels about streamer Kai Cenat. Interviewer: so Tyla I see you and Kai recently did a streak together again it seems like he really likes you a lot and wants to be with you, do you like him back? Tyla: The thing is Kai is such a great guy but he isn’t my type plus he is too short for me. Also I’ve told him not to try anymore because I’m never giving him a chance but we are good friends though. Interviewer: There you have it Kai she just friend zoned you once again. Tyla: He is a cool guy but no I don’t like him that way.

Tyla in a recent interview has reviewed how she really feels about streamer Kai Cenat. Interviewer: so Tyla I see you and Kai recently did a streak together again it seems like he really likes you a lot and wants to be with you, do you like him back? Tyla: The thing is Kai is such a great guy but he isn’t my type plus he is too short for me. Also I’ve told him not to try anymore because I’m never giving him a chance but we are good friends though. Interviewer: There you have it Kai she just friend zoned you once again. Tyla: He is a cool guy but no I don’t like him that way.

Joe

215,118 views • 25 days ago

2014 - Messi lost the World Cup. 2022 - Messi won the World Cup. 2026 - Messi lost the World Cup again. But one thing he never did was make excuses. He cried like a baby after losing the final today, yet he never tried to belittle the value of the World Cup by calling it “just a 6–7 match tournament.” To Messi, it has always been the tournament that defined legends like Pelé, Diego Maradona, Lothar Matthäus, Gerd Müller, and many others. Even after winning it once, he still wanted it again. That’s what the World Cup means to the greatest. 🇦🇷

2014 - Messi lost the World Cup. 2022 - Messi won the World Cup. 2026 - Messi lost the World Cup again. But one thing he never did was make excuses. He cried like a baby after losing the final today, yet he never tried to belittle the value of the World Cup by calling it “just a 6–7 match tournament.” To Messi, it has always been the tournament that defined legends like Pelé, Diego Maradona, Lothar Matthäus, Gerd Müller, and many others. Even after winning it once, he still wanted it again. That’s what the World Cup means to the greatest. 🇦🇷

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846,814 views • 1 month ago

This is the account given by the woman featured in the video: A neighbor's Pit Bull kept escaping just to come sit on my porch. When I finally figured out why, I laughed before doing anything else. Not exactly the reaction my son - or even I - was expecting. For months, no one could make sense of it. He belonged to the family across the street. Young couple, two boys, the kind of household that refreshed their yard every spring and treated painting trim like a weekend project. And still... their dog kept leaving. Not to chase anything. Not to get into trouble. Not even to explore. He would cross the street, climb up my steps, and sit right at my front door like he had somewhere to be. The tirst time, I assumed he was lost. The second time, I figured their gate wasn't secure. By the third time, even his owners looked a little embarrassed — like this wasn't misbehavior anymore, it was determination. "I'm so sorry," the wife said one day, standing in my yard with an empty leash, slightly out of breath. "He got out again... and came straight here." I looked at him. Big head. White chest. Soft amber eyes beneath a face that would usually make people hesitate. There he was, sitting calmly on my porch in the quiet mountain sun, as steady as if he belonged there. When I opened the door, he didn't run. Didn't bark. He just leaned his warm body against my leg and let out a long, contented sigh. That was six years after my husband passed. Six years of living alone in Flagstaff. Six years of one cup, one plate, one empty side of the bed. People kept telling me I should get a dog, like love was something you could just pick back up when you felt ready. But I had already lost one great love. I wasn't looking for another bond that would one day leave me counting the silence again. So when that dog kept choosing my porch instead of his own home... I didn't feel chosen. I telt trapped. I just didn't know by what. It took time to understand. It wasn't pressure. It wasn't loss waiting to happen. It was something gentler. He wasn't replacing anything. He wasn't asking for anything I couldn't give. He just showed up. Again and again. Until the quiet didn't feel so heavy anymore. Eventually, his family and I stopped apologizing back and forth and started laughing about it instead. We worked out a rhythm — he'd visit, I'd keep the door open, and somehow, it all just fit. Now, he still comes by. Not because he's escaping. But because he has two homes. And for the first time in years, mine doesn't feel empty anymore.

This is the account given by the woman featured in the video: A neighbor's Pit Bull kept escaping just to come sit on my porch. When I finally figured out why, I laughed before doing anything else. Not exactly the reaction my son - or even I - was expecting. For months, no one could make sense of it. He belonged to the family across the street. Young couple, two boys, the kind of household that refreshed their yard every spring and treated painting trim like a weekend project. And still... their dog kept leaving. Not to chase anything. Not to get into trouble. Not even to explore. He would cross the street, climb up my steps, and sit right at my front door like he had somewhere to be. The tirst time, I assumed he was lost. The second time, I figured their gate wasn't secure. By the third time, even his owners looked a little embarrassed — like this wasn't misbehavior anymore, it was determination. "I'm so sorry," the wife said one day, standing in my yard with an empty leash, slightly out of breath. "He got out again... and came straight here." I looked at him. Big head. White chest. Soft amber eyes beneath a face that would usually make people hesitate. There he was, sitting calmly on my porch in the quiet mountain sun, as steady as if he belonged there. When I opened the door, he didn't run. Didn't bark. He just leaned his warm body against my leg and let out a long, contented sigh. That was six years after my husband passed. Six years of living alone in Flagstaff. Six years of one cup, one plate, one empty side of the bed. People kept telling me I should get a dog, like love was something you could just pick back up when you felt ready. But I had already lost one great love. I wasn't looking for another bond that would one day leave me counting the silence again. So when that dog kept choosing my porch instead of his own home... I didn't feel chosen. I telt trapped. I just didn't know by what. It took time to understand. It wasn't pressure. It wasn't loss waiting to happen. It was something gentler. He wasn't replacing anything. He wasn't asking for anything I couldn't give. He just showed up. Again and again. Until the quiet didn't feel so heavy anymore. Eventually, his family and I stopped apologizing back and forth and started laughing about it instead. We worked out a rhythm — he'd visit, I'd keep the door open, and somehow, it all just fit. Now, he still comes by. Not because he's escaping. But because he has two homes. And for the first time in years, mine doesn't feel empty anymore.

Gabriele Corno

112,500 views • 1 month ago

"A neighbor’s Pit Bull kept escaping just to come sit on my porch. When I finally figured out why, I laughed before doing anything else. Not exactly the reaction my son — or even I — was expecting. For months, no one could make sense of it. He belonged to the family across the street. Young couple, two boys, the kind of household that refreshed their yard every spring and treated painting trim like a weekend project. And still… their dog kept leaving. Not to chase anything. Not to get into trouble. Not even to explore. He would cross the street, climb up my steps, and sit right at my front door like he had somewhere to be. The first time, I assumed he was lost. The second time, I figured their gate wasn’t secure. By the third time, even his owners looked a little embarrassed — like this wasn’t misbehavior anymore, it was determination. “I’m so sorry,” the wife said one day, standing in my yard with an empty leash, slightly out of breath. “He got out again… and came straight here.” I looked at him. Big head. White chest. Soft amber eyes beneath a face that would usually make people hesitate. There he was, sitting calmly on my porch in the quiet mountain sun, as steady as if he belonged there. When I opened the door, he didn’t run. Didn’t bark. He just leaned his warm body against my leg and let out a long, contented sigh. That was six years after my husband passed. Six years of living alone in Flagstaff. Six years of one cup, one plate, one empty side of the bed. People kept telling me I should get a dog, like love was something you could just pick back up when you felt ready. But I had already lost one great love. I wasn’t looking for another bond that would one day leave me counting the silence again. So when that dog kept choosing my porch instead of his own home… I didn’t feel chosen. I felt trapped. I just didn’t know by what. It took time to understand. It wasn’t pressure. It wasn’t loss waiting to happen. It was something gentler. He wasn’t replacing anything. He wasn’t asking for anything I couldn’t give. He just showed up. Again and again. Until the quiet didn’t feel so heavy anymore. Eventually, his family and I stopped apologizing back and forth and started laughing about it instead. We worked out a rhythm — he’d visit, I’d keep the door open, and somehow, it all just fit. Now, he still comes by. Not because he’s escaping. But because he has two homes. And for the first time in years, mine doesn’t feel empty anymore.

"A neighbor’s Pit Bull kept escaping just to come sit on my porch. When I finally figured out why, I laughed before doing anything else. Not exactly the reaction my son — or even I — was expecting. For months, no one could make sense of it. He belonged to the family across the street. Young couple, two boys, the kind of household that refreshed their yard every spring and treated painting trim like a weekend project. And still… their dog kept leaving. Not to chase anything. Not to get into trouble. Not even to explore. He would cross the street, climb up my steps, and sit right at my front door like he had somewhere to be. The first time, I assumed he was lost. The second time, I figured their gate wasn’t secure. By the third time, even his owners looked a little embarrassed — like this wasn’t misbehavior anymore, it was determination. “I’m so sorry,” the wife said one day, standing in my yard with an empty leash, slightly out of breath. “He got out again… and came straight here.” I looked at him. Big head. White chest. Soft amber eyes beneath a face that would usually make people hesitate. There he was, sitting calmly on my porch in the quiet mountain sun, as steady as if he belonged there. When I opened the door, he didn’t run. Didn’t bark. He just leaned his warm body against my leg and let out a long, contented sigh. That was six years after my husband passed. Six years of living alone in Flagstaff. Six years of one cup, one plate, one empty side of the bed. People kept telling me I should get a dog, like love was something you could just pick back up when you felt ready. But I had already lost one great love. I wasn’t looking for another bond that would one day leave me counting the silence again. So when that dog kept choosing my porch instead of his own home… I didn’t feel chosen. I felt trapped. I just didn’t know by what. It took time to understand. It wasn’t pressure. It wasn’t loss waiting to happen. It was something gentler. He wasn’t replacing anything. He wasn’t asking for anything I couldn’t give. He just showed up. Again and again. Until the quiet didn’t feel so heavy anymore. Eventually, his family and I stopped apologizing back and forth and started laughing about it instead. We worked out a rhythm — he’d visit, I’d keep the door open, and somehow, it all just fit. Now, he still comes by. Not because he’s escaping. But because he has two homes. And for the first time in years, mine doesn’t feel empty anymore.

Crazy Moments

237,217 views • 2 months ago

When a documentary is made about a living man, he still gets to talk back. Mr. T just did. He called Netflix’s film about his life garbage. Good. They built him up, then tried to make him look small. They skipped the pastor, kept the cheap shots, treated a white limousine like a sin and treated him feeding the homeless like a footnote. They misrepresented his life. That is the habit now. Bad people get turned into idols. Good people get demonized for their views. That perversion only gets fixed by free speech. Mr. T used his. I am glad he spoke loudly. He never sold the common touch. His mother told him money cannot buy the things that matter. He still talks like a man who believes that. This country needs more of that constitution and less of the people who chase a dollar until there is nothing left of them. Morality is the currency that lasts.

When a documentary is made about a living man, he still gets to talk back. Mr. T just did. He called Netflix’s film about his life garbage. Good. They built him up, then tried to make him look small. They skipped the pastor, kept the cheap shots, treated a white limousine like a sin and treated him feeding the homeless like a footnote. They misrepresented his life. That is the habit now. Bad people get turned into idols. Good people get demonized for their views. That perversion only gets fixed by free speech. Mr. T used his. I am glad he spoke loudly. He never sold the common touch. His mother told him money cannot buy the things that matter. He still talks like a man who believes that. This country needs more of that constitution and less of the people who chase a dollar until there is nothing left of them. Morality is the currency that lasts.

Paul A. Szypula 🇺🇸

12,412 views • 8 days ago

something was bothering bianca. she looked uneasy for a moment, then turned and tapped will to get his attention. she could’ve asked the other guy, the one everyone swears she has something with. but she didn’t. it wasn’t planned, it wasn’t for show. it was instinct. that quiet, invisible thread that still connects her to will. the way her eyes found him first, and the way he leaned in without hesitation, quietly, like he’d done it a thousand times before. his focus shifted to her immediately, lowering his head just enough to listen, to see what was wrong. it was brief, almost ordinary, yet there was something in that exchange, something steady, familiar, like the echo of a connection that never really faded. maybe it’s just always been like that for them, a silent understanding that feels as safe and certain as home.

something was bothering bianca. she looked uneasy for a moment, then turned and tapped will to get his attention. she could’ve asked the other guy, the one everyone swears she has something with. but she didn’t. it wasn’t planned, it wasn’t for show. it was instinct. that quiet, invisible thread that still connects her to will. the way her eyes found him first, and the way he leaned in without hesitation, quietly, like he’d done it a thousand times before. his focus shifted to her immediately, lowering his head just enough to listen, to see what was wrong. it was brief, almost ordinary, yet there was something in that exchange, something steady, familiar, like the echo of a connection that never really faded. maybe it’s just always been like that for them, a silent understanding that feels as safe and certain as home.

hera۶۟ৎ

255,169 views • 11 months ago

This 60 Minutes clip seems most appropriate today: "When you had that third failure in a row, did you think, 'I need to pack this in?'" Elon Musk: "Never." "Why not?" "I don't ever give up." "Elon Musk got kicked out of the company he founded, watched his rocket explode on live TV, and had every major investor tell him Tesla was going to fail. Most people would’ve quit after one of those. He went through all three. That’s the thing nobody talks about. Success doesn’t look like a straight line up. It looks like losing everything, rebuilding from zero, and showing up again anyway. Elon didn’t win because he was the smartest guy in the room. He won because he refused to stop."

This 60 Minutes clip seems most appropriate today: "When you had that third failure in a row, did you think, 'I need to pack this in?'" Elon Musk: "Never." "Why not?" "I don't ever give up." "Elon Musk got kicked out of the company he founded, watched his rocket explode on live TV, and had every major investor tell him Tesla was going to fail. Most people would’ve quit after one of those. He went through all three. That’s the thing nobody talks about. Success doesn’t look like a straight line up. It looks like losing everything, rebuilding from zero, and showing up again anyway. Elon didn’t win because he was the smartest guy in the room. He won because he refused to stop."

TaraBull

110,032 views • 3 months ago

We didn't adopt him hoping for years. We brought him home to give him a peaceful ending. His name is Calyx. A 15-year-old Pitbull with soft gray fur, cloudy eyes, slow steps, and a face that carries years of stories without saying a word. He came to us tired — not just old, but worn out in a way you can't fake. So we prepared for goodbye. Orthopedic beds in every corner, warm blankets everywhere, quiet nights, gentle mornings, a home full of patience. We thought we were giving him comfort for his final days. Calyx had other plans. Week one, he slept — the kind of deep, safe sleep that only happens when fear is finally gone. Week two, something changed in his eyes; you could tell he realized this place was his. Week three, he found the toy. Nothing new or fancy, just a small stuffed one. But to him, it became everything. That's when the "tired old dog" disappeared. The Pitbull who barely moved now trots around proudly with his toy. The one who slept all day now wakes up early, carrying it like a prize. Every night he curls up just like this, holding it close, like it's the most important thing in his world. That's when it hit us — he wasn't just slowing down because of age. He was missing warmth. Connection. Something to call his own. Now he still moves a little slower, still naps a lot. But he also steals food when no one's looking, beats us to the door, and that toy never leaves his side. We thought we were preparing for an ending. Instead, he reminded us that sometimes love doesn't just comfort a life — sometimes it quietly brings it back.

We didn't adopt him hoping for years. We brought him home to give him a peaceful ending. His name is Calyx. A 15-year-old Pitbull with soft gray fur, cloudy eyes, slow steps, and a face that carries years of stories without saying a word. He came to us tired — not just old, but worn out in a way you can't fake. So we prepared for goodbye. Orthopedic beds in every corner, warm blankets everywhere, quiet nights, gentle mornings, a home full of patience. We thought we were giving him comfort for his final days. Calyx had other plans. Week one, he slept — the kind of deep, safe sleep that only happens when fear is finally gone. Week two, something changed in his eyes; you could tell he realized this place was his. Week three, he found the toy. Nothing new or fancy, just a small stuffed one. But to him, it became everything. That's when the "tired old dog" disappeared. The Pitbull who barely moved now trots around proudly with his toy. The one who slept all day now wakes up early, carrying it like a prize. Every night he curls up just like this, holding it close, like it's the most important thing in his world. That's when it hit us — he wasn't just slowing down because of age. He was missing warmth. Connection. Something to call his own. Now he still moves a little slower, still naps a lot. But he also steals food when no one's looking, beats us to the door, and that toy never leaves his side. We thought we were preparing for an ending. Instead, he reminded us that sometimes love doesn't just comfort a life — sometimes it quietly brings it back.

DE GOLDSMITH🪙🪙🪙⭐ ⭐⭐

178,798 views • 8 days ago

I give you an example video here, this is not Tamilnadu, look at the fan how she behaving and look at the guy behind with coolers who i try to calm down.. AK sir love his fans unconditionally, but he never wanted to be treated like a show piece or like an entertainment property, he is working there so he want no disturbance during that time, he clearly gives time for fans, never run away!! Fans make the mistake and try to put him in a bad light when he react, and he never come out with bouncers who toss people around like parotta.. He never sugar coat anything!

I give you an example video here, this is not Tamilnadu, look at the fan how she behaving and look at the guy behind with coolers who i try to calm down.. AK sir love his fans unconditionally, but he never wanted to be treated like a show piece or like an entertainment property, he is working there so he want no disturbance during that time, he clearly gives time for fans, never run away!! Fans make the mistake and try to put him in a bad light when he react, and he never come out with bouncers who toss people around like parotta.. He never sugar coat anything!

Dinesh

287,216 views • 1 year ago

Today was our largest adoption event in twelve years. We have been planning it for six months. This morning we had thirty-two dogs. By 5pm we had one. Thirty-one dogs found homes today. It was extraordinary. It was everything we worked for. We were crying happy tears all afternoon. At 6pm I did my final walkthrough. I turned into the main corridor and I stopped. Every kennel door was open. Every kennel was empty. Except kennel 6. Walter was at his door. Face at the chain-link. Tail going. Looking out at the corridor of empty open kennels the same way he had been looking out at families all day — with his ears forward and his amber eyes warm and his tail giving the same wag he gives to everything. He does not know every other dog went home today. He knows the wag. He keeps giving the wag. I walked down that corridor to him. Thirty-one open empty kennels on either side of me. And Walter at the end of it, still wagging, still here, still completely and constitutionally Walter. He is approximately three years old. He is large. He is warm. He has never in his shelter life given anything less than his full wag to whoever was outside his kennel. Today he gave it to thirty-one families who chose other dogs. Tonight he gave it to an empty corridor. Tomorrow he will give it to whoever comes. He deserves to give it to someone who stays. Drop a ❤️ for Walter. Share this until it reaches the family who walks down that corridor tomorrow and finds the one closed door and opens it. He will be wagging. He is always wagging. He has never stopped."

Today was our largest adoption event in twelve years. We have been planning it for six months. This morning we had thirty-two dogs. By 5pm we had one. Thirty-one dogs found homes today. It was extraordinary. It was everything we worked for. We were crying happy tears all afternoon. At 6pm I did my final walkthrough. I turned into the main corridor and I stopped. Every kennel door was open. Every kennel was empty. Except kennel 6. Walter was at his door. Face at the chain-link. Tail going. Looking out at the corridor of empty open kennels the same way he had been looking out at families all day — with his ears forward and his amber eyes warm and his tail giving the same wag he gives to everything. He does not know every other dog went home today. He knows the wag. He keeps giving the wag. I walked down that corridor to him. Thirty-one open empty kennels on either side of me. And Walter at the end of it, still wagging, still here, still completely and constitutionally Walter. He is approximately three years old. He is large. He is warm. He has never in his shelter life given anything less than his full wag to whoever was outside his kennel. Today he gave it to thirty-one families who chose other dogs. Tonight he gave it to an empty corridor. Tomorrow he will give it to whoever comes. He deserves to give it to someone who stays. Drop a ❤️ for Walter. Share this until it reaches the family who walks down that corridor tomorrow and finds the one closed door and opens it. He will be wagging. He is always wagging. He has never stopped."

ماعز-

14,838 views • 25 days ago

What does it feel like to realize that, in your little boy’s eyes, you are one of the most important people in the entire world? There's something special about having a young son who looks up to you as a dad. At that age, Dad can seem almost larger than life. He is the guy who can fix things, reach the high shelf, carry the heavy stuff, answer the impossible questions, and somehow make an ordinary afternoon feel like an adventure. And half the time, he probably has no idea just how closely his son is watching him. A little boy does not need his dad to be perfect. He just wants to be around him. He wants to follow him around the house, help with whatever he is doing, wear his old hat, imitate the way he talks, and eventually say, “Dad, can I come with you?” The little moments can seem insignificant when they happen, are sometimes the moments that fathers remember years later. There is also something humbling about knowing that your son is learning what it means to be a man partly by watching you. How you treat your wife, how you handle frustration, how you keep your word, how you treat strangers, how you respond when things go wrong. He may not understand all of it yet, but he is taking it in. And maybe that is one of the greatest joys of being a father. You get to watch a little boy who thinks you can do anything slowly grow into a young man who understands that you are human after all, while still carrying some of the lessons and memories you gave him along the way. One day, he may not need you to carry him anymore, but he will always remember the years when being carried by Dad made him feel like everything was going to be alright. So if your little boy looks up to you today, have you ever thought about just how much that simple admiration might mean to him?

What does it feel like to realize that, in your little boy’s eyes, you are one of the most important people in the entire world? There's something special about having a young son who looks up to you as a dad. At that age, Dad can seem almost larger than life. He is the guy who can fix things, reach the high shelf, carry the heavy stuff, answer the impossible questions, and somehow make an ordinary afternoon feel like an adventure. And half the time, he probably has no idea just how closely his son is watching him. A little boy does not need his dad to be perfect. He just wants to be around him. He wants to follow him around the house, help with whatever he is doing, wear his old hat, imitate the way he talks, and eventually say, “Dad, can I come with you?” The little moments can seem insignificant when they happen, are sometimes the moments that fathers remember years later. There is also something humbling about knowing that your son is learning what it means to be a man partly by watching you. How you treat your wife, how you handle frustration, how you keep your word, how you treat strangers, how you respond when things go wrong. He may not understand all of it yet, but he is taking it in. And maybe that is one of the greatest joys of being a father. You get to watch a little boy who thinks you can do anything slowly grow into a young man who understands that you are human after all, while still carrying some of the lessons and memories you gave him along the way. One day, he may not need you to carry him anymore, but he will always remember the years when being carried by Dad made him feel like everything was going to be alright. So if your little boy looks up to you today, have you ever thought about just how much that simple admiration might mean to him?

Declaration of Memes

28,650 views • 3 days ago

Today is also Shiroko's birthday, the other Shiroko. She came from far away, traveling a long and winding road to be here now. Same name, same birthday, but the weight of the years between them could not be more different. Still, this Shiroko is someone who chose to get back on the pedals again. Every day she finds something broken and brings it back to life with her own hands, and that tells you everything. Some quirks seem to stay the same no matter which world she comes from, though. Why not visit her first today, Sensei. A simple day like a birthday can remind her that she has a place to come home to. #BlueArchive

Today is also Shiroko's birthday, the other Shiroko. She came from far away, traveling a long and winding road to be here now. Same name, same birthday, but the weight of the years between them could not be more different. Still, this Shiroko is someone who chose to get back on the pedals again. Every day she finds something broken and brings it back to life with her own hands, and that tells you everything. Some quirks seem to stay the same no matter which world she comes from, though. Why not visit her first today, Sensei. A simple day like a birthday can remind her that she has a place to come home to. #BlueArchive

BlueArchive

103,991 views • 4 months ago

YOU can't destroy something that was never yours to begin with. Englot didn't happen because of an organization, a plan, or a marketing move. It happened because two people genuinely liked each other. Because two women actually fell for each other... in real time, in real life. We watched it unfold. A straight girl, in front of the entire world, slowly realizing she had fallen for a woman. For Engfa. We saw it. They lived it. And once something that real exists, you can't undo it. You can't rewrite it. And you definitely can't take credit for it. That's why Englot can't be ruined. Because it was never built on control, contracts, or strategy. It was built on honesty, on feelings they didn't even know how to hide. From two women who weren't afraid to feel... And that's why, no matter what, Englot will always be Englot. Englot will never die. Just like their feelings for each other never died...

YOU can't destroy something that was never yours to begin with. Englot didn't happen because of an organization, a plan, or a marketing move. It happened because two people genuinely liked each other. Because two women actually fell for each other... in real time, in real life. We watched it unfold. A straight girl, in front of the entire world, slowly realizing she had fallen for a woman. For Engfa. We saw it. They lived it. And once something that real exists, you can't undo it. You can't rewrite it. And you definitely can't take credit for it. That's why Englot can't be ruined. Because it was never built on control, contracts, or strategy. It was built on honesty, on feelings they didn't even know how to hide. From two women who weren't afraid to feel... And that's why, no matter what, Englot will always be Englot. Englot will never die. Just like their feelings for each other never died...

Shlohmo

31,828 views • 8 months ago

Warren Buffett used to read 5 to 6 hours every single day. 5 daily newspapers. Magazines. 10Ks. Annual reports. He had been doing this for over 70 years. Most people want Buffett's returns without Buffett's reading habits. That's not how it works. "I just read and read and read." No system. No shortcut. No AI summary. Just hours of sitting with information, thinking about it, and letting it compound in your head the same way money compounds in a portfolio. The edge isn't the reading. It's what 70 years of reading does to your pattern recognition. He still reads slower than he did when he was young. He still does it anyway. Most people quit reading the moment they leave school. Buffett never stopped. That gap sustained over decades is the entire explanation for why he sees things other people miss.

Warren Buffett used to read 5 to 6 hours every single day. 5 daily newspapers. Magazines. 10Ks. Annual reports. He had been doing this for over 70 years. Most people want Buffett's returns without Buffett's reading habits. That's not how it works. "I just read and read and read." No system. No shortcut. No AI summary. Just hours of sitting with information, thinking about it, and letting it compound in your head the same way money compounds in a portfolio. The edge isn't the reading. It's what 70 years of reading does to your pattern recognition. He still reads slower than he did when he was young. He still does it anyway. Most people quit reading the moment they leave school. Buffett never stopped. That gap sustained over decades is the entire explanation for why he sees things other people miss.

Milk Road Macro

60,945 views • 4 months ago

For anyone claiming I’m lying about the call, here is the sequence, and it’s all reflected in my call log. At 6:12 PM, Aidan called me from a random number. Once I realized it was him, I answered, told him not to contact me again, and hung up. He immediately called back from the same number. After that, a mutual friend reached out to me saying he was not doing well mentally and was asking me to please talk to him. Reluctantly, and out of concern, I agreed and unblocked him. I knew I could never trust him and had to be extremely cautious speaking to him. He then called me again at 8:52 PM. We spoke for over an hour. The call ended because he refused to take full accountability for his actions, and I hung up. He called me again at 10:06 PM. I did not answer. That’s the full timeline. No embellishment. No gaps. Just facts.

For anyone claiming I’m lying about the call, here is the sequence, and it’s all reflected in my call log. At 6:12 PM, Aidan called me from a random number. Once I realized it was him, I answered, told him not to contact me again, and hung up. He immediately called back from the same number. After that, a mutual friend reached out to me saying he was not doing well mentally and was asking me to please talk to him. Reluctantly, and out of concern, I agreed and unblocked him. I knew I could never trust him and had to be extremely cautious speaking to him. He then called me again at 8:52 PM. We spoke for over an hour. The call ended because he refused to take full accountability for his actions, and I hung up. He called me again at 10:06 PM. I did not answer. That’s the full timeline. No embellishment. No gaps. Just facts.

The old M can’t come to the phone right now

26,875 views • 9 months ago

His right arm hangs in a sling, bandages stained, shoulder still throbbing. But look at his eyes. No pain. No defeat. Just fire. “Because I was shot,” he says, “doesn’t mean I should be broken. I will heal. Then I will go back. And I will beat them over and over again.” That’s not a wounded man. That’s a soldier who refuses to let the bullet win. This is the spirit that keeps Nigeria standing. UNSHAKEN! UNBROKEN!! UNSTOPPABLE!!! #ThankASoldier #ForGodAndCountryAlways #GodBlessEverySoldier

His right arm hangs in a sling, bandages stained, shoulder still throbbing. But look at his eyes. No pain. No defeat. Just fire. “Because I was shot,” he says, “doesn’t mean I should be broken. I will heal. Then I will go back. And I will beat them over and over again.” That’s not a wounded man. That’s a soldier who refuses to let the bullet win. This is the spirit that keeps Nigeria standing. UNSHAKEN! UNBROKEN!! UNSTOPPABLE!!! #ThankASoldier #ForGodAndCountryAlways #GodBlessEverySoldier

PATRIOTIC SOJA ($TSIR-MUNCHAN)

34,934 views • 5 months ago

"I was worried that my grandma was left alone after my grandpa passed. The house had grown unbearably quiet… the kind of quiet that lingers in every corner of a small Ohio kitchen. No footsteps. No voice calling from the other room. Just silence… and memories. So I made a decision that came straight from the heart. I brought home a Presa Canario. Big. Strong. The kind of dog people assume is intimidating before they even get close. But when he walked into that kitchen… everything changed. My grandma turned, looked at him… and for a moment, she just stood there. Then she smiled. A real smile. The kind I hadn’t seen in a long time. She reached out slowly… rested her hand on his broad head… And softly said, “Buddy.” That’s what she used to call my grandfather. Back when love was young… and life felt like it would last forever. From that moment on— They were never apart. He stands beside her while she does the dishes… just like this. Not restless. Not demanding. Just… present. Every morning, he walks at her pace. Slow. Careful. Matching her steps like he understands she needs that. Every evening, he stays close—watching, protecting, not out of duty… but out of love. That’s the thing about Presa Canarios… People see their size. Their strength. But they don’t always see their heart. Because when they bond… they don’t just stay near you— They *become* your shadow. The house isn’t quiet anymore. Now it’s filled with soft footsteps… gentle breathing… and a kind of silence that doesn’t feel empty anymore. It feels shared. Sometimes healing doesn’t come from words. Sometimes it doesn’t come from time. Sometimes… It comes with four legs, a loyal heart… and a name that brings love back to life.

"I was worried that my grandma was left alone after my grandpa passed. The house had grown unbearably quiet… the kind of quiet that lingers in every corner of a small Ohio kitchen. No footsteps. No voice calling from the other room. Just silence… and memories. So I made a decision that came straight from the heart. I brought home a Presa Canario. Big. Strong. The kind of dog people assume is intimidating before they even get close. But when he walked into that kitchen… everything changed. My grandma turned, looked at him… and for a moment, she just stood there. Then she smiled. A real smile. The kind I hadn’t seen in a long time. She reached out slowly… rested her hand on his broad head… And softly said, “Buddy.” That’s what she used to call my grandfather. Back when love was young… and life felt like it would last forever. From that moment on— They were never apart. He stands beside her while she does the dishes… just like this. Not restless. Not demanding. Just… present. Every morning, he walks at her pace. Slow. Careful. Matching her steps like he understands she needs that. Every evening, he stays close—watching, protecting, not out of duty… but out of love. That’s the thing about Presa Canarios… People see their size. Their strength. But they don’t always see their heart. Because when they bond… they don’t just stay near you— They become your shadow. The house isn’t quiet anymore. Now it’s filled with soft footsteps… gentle breathing… and a kind of silence that doesn’t feel empty anymore. It feels shared. Sometimes healing doesn’t come from words. Sometimes it doesn’t come from time. Sometimes… It comes with four legs, a loyal heart… and a name that brings love back to life.

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51,215 views • 1 month ago