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Jared Wright

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Khloé Kardashian reveals why she didn’t speak to her ex husband Lamar Odom for 10 years after their divorce before reuniting with him. She says that after he overdosed and suffered a stroke, she helped him through his rehabilitation, but once he was in a decent place, he started using again. She says she couldn’t understand why he’d do that after she had put so much of her life on hold for him. She adds that seeing him again after 10 years made her realize how much she had outgrown someone she once thought she’d never outgrow. She also expresses how heartbroken she was when one of Lamar’s friend sold his properties she had kept for him over the years. “When we divorced, Lamar was not in a good headspace. So for years i kept a storage unit of his furnitures thinking one day he would want it. He said through his friend who will go unnamed said give him the storage keys and he’ll take it for me. I did so and I found out later down the line that this friend of his sold everything that was in the unit without Lamar knowing and that broke my heart. I wanted to see him and make sure he was doing okay. I didn’t want to do it in public were it’d be a big spectacle, i didn’t want to do it at my house because of the kids. He picked the time and date, he flew in for it. I thought i was totally cool and when he came in he was so nervous. And there will be time in our conversations that i started getting this feelings, little mannerism or things that would flash me back to 10/15 years ago. And i didn’t realize how triggered i was getting from Lamar. We didn’t talk for 10 years because after his overdose Lamar couldn’t walk or talk, he had a significant amount seizures and stroke, and needed to be rehabilitated, i helped him through that journey. And then when he was at a decent place he started using again, from that moment i said i can never see you again. I love Lamar with all my heart, even today. He was like one of the greatest love of my life. When he started using again after such a horrific accident, I couldn’t understand how someone will go do that again. It felt like you punched me in my stomach, I put so much of my life on hold to take care of this person”

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676,267 views • 3 months ago

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vintae

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This CIA-trained remote viewer just alleged he was abducted by Grey aliens and taken to an exotic, faraway planet. “The sky was black.” “The grass was totally black.” “The sun was out, but very dim.” The Greys even let him fly their UFO. Stop scrolling to hear Lyn Buchanan tell his life-changing abduction experience with Jesse Michels: “I heard something land in the backyard.” “I couldn’t move.” “Immediately I woke up, and I was sitting in a white room.” A pale, 7-foot tall being “came into the room, and I said: excuse me, can I sit by the window?” “He got this look of fear on his face and turned around and ran out.” “A few minutes later, a little Grey with three of these big guys huddled behind the Grey came in.” “The Grey said: we’ve got work to do, come with me.” “He was the pilot, and he had me kneel down in front of the control panel.” “With me kneeling down and him standing, we were eye to eye, so that tells you his size.” “We would land, the tall white guys would go out and come back in.” “I guess they were picking up more people.” “Finally [the Grey] said: we’re going on a long jump now.” “We didn’t land for quite a while.” “I said: I’ve been watching, can I try [flying] it?” “I tried it and I didn’t wreck the thing, but he was standing right over me just in case.” “We landed at some place that was not Earth.” “I looked out the front window, and there were two other ships.” “There was a string of people going, and I asked him: what do you do here?” “He said: we’re a medical team. We catch a lot of diseases going around space. And we have no immunity, but you people are like antibody factories. We use your antibodies for health.” “I was getting off, and they were going up this path to a pavilion that was up on the hill.” “He grabbed me by the arm, and he said: you don’t wanna go up there.” “He pulled me over to the side, and we sat down on the grass on the hillside.” “The grass was totally black.” “As we sat there … you could hear up on the hill, somebody would scream in horror, and everybody else would laugh.” “I said: what are you implanting in us?” “He said: we don’t implant anything into you.” “I said: well, we find these glass-like things implanted in us.” “He said: you people won’t be still. The tips of our instruments break off.” “And I said: well, why do you stick those?” “He said: because we take one or two cells of our diseased tissue, put it on that tip, implant it into you, and you will start making antibodies, and then we come back and harvest the antibodies.” Jesse Michels: “Do you know where this other planet is?” Buchanan: “No, I just know it wasn’t Earth.” Michels: “The other guy, the seven-foot guy—” Buchanan: “They struck me as being dumb as a rock.” “They were just workers for the Greys.” “While we’re there on the hillside, the pilot … went off and got another one that came back, sat down on the hill behind me and said: put up your hand.” “I put up my hand, he put his hand on the back of mine, and from that point on, I remembered nothing until the people were coming back down the hill, and I was in line with them, getting back onto the ship.” “The next morning, I was standing at the back window of [my house], and could not remember why I was there.” For 25 years, Buchanan had no memory of his abduction. Just a persistent, nagging feeling that he’d “forgotten something.” It wasn’t until 25 years later that he remembered everything. Jesse Michels American Alchemy
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This CIA-trained remote viewer just alleged he was abducted by Grey aliens and taken to an exotic, faraway planet. “The sky was black.” “The grass was totally black.” “The sun was out, but very dim.” The Greys even let him fly their UFO. Stop scrolling to hear Lyn Buchanan tell his life-changing abduction experience with Jesse Michels: “I heard something land in the backyard.” “I couldn’t move.” “Immediately I woke up, and I was sitting in a white room.” A pale, 7-foot tall being “came into the room, and I said: excuse me, can I sit by the window?” “He got this look of fear on his face and turned around and ran out.” “A few minutes later, a little Grey with three of these big guys huddled behind the Grey came in.” “The Grey said: we’ve got work to do, come with me.” “He was the pilot, and he had me kneel down in front of the control panel.” “With me kneeling down and him standing, we were eye to eye, so that tells you his size.” “We would land, the tall white guys would go out and come back in.” “I guess they were picking up more people.” “Finally [the Grey] said: we’re going on a long jump now.” “We didn’t land for quite a while.” “I said: I’ve been watching, can I try [flying] it?” “I tried it and I didn’t wreck the thing, but he was standing right over me just in case.” “We landed at some place that was not Earth.” “I looked out the front window, and there were two other ships.” “There was a string of people going, and I asked him: what do you do here?” “He said: we’re a medical team. We catch a lot of diseases going around space. And we have no immunity, but you people are like antibody factories. We use your antibodies for health.” “I was getting off, and they were going up this path to a pavilion that was up on the hill.” “He grabbed me by the arm, and he said: you don’t wanna go up there.” “He pulled me over to the side, and we sat down on the grass on the hillside.” “The grass was totally black.” “As we sat there … you could hear up on the hill, somebody would scream in horror, and everybody else would laugh.” “I said: what are you implanting in us?” “He said: we don’t implant anything into you.” “I said: well, we find these glass-like things implanted in us.” “He said: you people won’t be still. The tips of our instruments break off.” “And I said: well, why do you stick those?” “He said: because we take one or two cells of our diseased tissue, put it on that tip, implant it into you, and you will start making antibodies, and then we come back and harvest the antibodies.” Jesse Michels: “Do you know where this other planet is?” Buchanan: “No, I just know it wasn’t Earth.” Michels: “The other guy, the seven-foot guy—” Buchanan: “They struck me as being dumb as a rock.” “They were just workers for the Greys.” “While we’re there on the hillside, the pilot … went off and got another one that came back, sat down on the hill behind me and said: put up your hand.” “I put up my hand, he put his hand on the back of mine, and from that point on, I remembered nothing until the people were coming back down the hill, and I was in line with them, getting back onto the ship.” “The next morning, I was standing at the back window of [my house], and could not remember why I was there.” For 25 years, Buchanan had no memory of his abduction. Just a persistent, nagging feeling that he’d “forgotten something.” It wasn’t until 25 years later that he remembered everything. Jesse Michels American Alchemy

Holden Culotta

49,240 views • 4 months ago

I want it all done yesterday. I hope for a better conversation about health and medicine in our country, and it feels like it is moving excruciatingly slow. I know so many others who have either given up hope that it will ever change or have said that all of it was a scam. There’s a feeling rumbling underneath the MAHA movement that none of the efforts were worth it, because the odds are insurmountable. But in my better moments, I realize our country does not move quickly on anything. In other times, I would say that the glacial-like movement of government is a built-in blessing because it stops radicalization and instability. But I also understand why people feel the way they do after the last bunch of years. I have huge desires to see things go as fast as they can away from the cliff, and at far too many moments it feels like we are headed over Niagara Falls and all we have to paddle with is a teaspoon. When I saw the Big Pharma playbook yesterday circulating on X and Substack, I was reminded that what Secretary Kennedy is up against is significant. I was so enthusiastic about his campaign and his work. I trusted that the wilderness he was walking into was something he could handle. But I underestimated how much hard work there would be, and in it, how much resistance and force of a corrupt bureaucracy would be in his way. Someone reached out yesterday and asked if they could send me some videos of them encouraging RFK Jr. - just so he might know that while nothing in this government will ever be perfect, many of us still feel that his presence in Washington is better than most of us have had in all of our politcal experiences. So, Bobby, here are just a few voices that are alongside for the ride, and are holding fast to the idea that even if it is slow, seemingly impossible, and frustrating, the results of his presence in that dark town are a blessing to America. Thanks, Robert F. Kennedy Jr

Aaron Everitt

615,410 views • 1 year ago

In 1997, at the age of 27, Matt Damon won his first Academy Award for Best Screenplay ("Good Will Hunting"). After Damon won the Oscar, he went home, sat down on his sofa, & looked at the award. As he looked at it, he was suddenly overwhelmed by a heartbreaking thought. "Imagine chasing that, and not getting it, and getting it finally in your 80s or your 90s with all of life behind you and realizing what an unbelievable waste of your life...It can't fill you up. If that's a hole that you have, that won't fill it." "My heart broke," Damon said. "I imagined another one of me [not getting that award until I was] an old man, and going like, 'oh my god. where did my life go? What have I done?' And then it's over." Takeaway 1: Many successful, rich, famous, etc. people talk about chasing success, money, fame, etc., getting it, and realizing that it didn't feel like they thought it would. That it didn't, as Damon said, fill the hole they had. One of my favorite analogies for this pattern comes from Sam Hinkie. Hinkie was asked about what he's learned from reading Robert Caro's books—about some very successful, rich, famous, etc. people. "I think of it like the Pacific Salmon," Hinkie said. "They spend their whole life making this journey upstream to spawn in this one spot. And as soon as they do, they die. That's largely what Caro shows you." Takeaway 2: Before he was a big-time comedian, Hasan Minhaj was asked if he thought he was going to become a big-time comedian. “I don’t like that question,” he said. “I fundamentally don’t like that question.” Because that question implies that he is only doing comedy as a means to some end (success, money, fame, etc.). “No, no, no,” he said, “The set I get to do tonight at 7:20 PM is the win. I get to do comedy—I won. It being predicated on doing X or being bigger than Y—no, no, no. To me, it’s always just been about the work." "The work is the win," as Ryan Holiday once told me. - - - "It's such a gift to be able to [do] something and to love it for the sake of it...I see people with talent, with all those things. But the one thing they don't have is just that love for doing it for the sake of it...So if there's anything, just find joy in what you do for the sake of it." — Rodney Mullen Follow Billy Oppenheimer for more content like this!

Billy Oppenheimer

3,257,330 views • 3 years ago

"His name was Daniel. He was 34. He made my coffee every morning before I woke up. Not because I asked. Because he knew I needed it before I could be a person. He forgot his work bag Monday. Called me from the car laughing about it. That was the last time I heard his voice just being his voice. Not a recording. Not a voicemail I play with the volume low so I don't fall apart. Just him. In a car. Laughing about a bag. The bag is still by the door. I can't move it. I can't move anything. Max and Buddy haven't moved either. Four days at that door. Barely eating. Wouldn't come to bed. Just sitting there waiting for a Monday to finish the way Mondays always finish. My sister came Friday morning. She called me from outside because she couldn't make herself use her key. She said — "I can see them through the window. They're still there. How do I come in?" I didn't have an answer. When she opened the door they stood in the doorway a long time. Just looking out at the morning. My daughter came and stood beside me in the hallway. She's four. She looked at the dogs and said — "Are they looking for Daddy?" I said yes. Because it was true. Because it was the only true thing I had left that morning. She nodded — the way four-year-olds nod when they're deciding to accept something too big for them — and walked to the doorway and sat down on the floor between them. The three of them looked out at the morning together. I took a picture. I will keep it until I die. Daniel. Max and Buddy looked for you all week. Your daughter sat with them when they finally had to stop. We are still here. We don't know how yet. But we are. Drop a ❤️ for Daniel. Share this for every person who said love you quickly over their shoulder this morning — meaning it completely, not knowing. Say it slowly today. Turn around. Say the slow version. They deserve the slow version too. If someone you love is still here, tell them **"I love you."** Slow down and let them hear it. If you're missing someone today, leave their first name in the comments. If it's too hard, just leave a ❤️. You are not alone. If this story touched your heart, share it with someone you love. Life can change in a moment. Never leave love unsaid.

Crazy Moments

38,441 views • 2 months ago

LEETEUK TALKING ABOUT WHY HE CRIED SO HARD ─────── 🐤: During Onsaemiro, for the first two days, we only looked straight ahead. During Super Junior’s 20th anniversary performance, we looked at each other while singing, and I had to hold back my tears. So this time, I told myself, “No, I can’t look at him. But today, the staff specifically asked us to look at each other. During the final part of the song, I looked at Heechul. I could tell he was feeling it too, and he looked so happy. I found myself thinking, “You’ve worked so hard too.” Then I saw his eyes filling with tears. When I saw that, I thought I would be able to hold myself together… but suddenly my tears just burst out, and my mind went completely blank. Even so, I kept singing until the song ended. After that, while we were getting ready backstage, I kept telling myself, “Don’t look, don’t look.” But then the VCR started playing, and we went back on stage. At first, I thought, “The members are going to tease me.” But then I realized I shouldn’t be thinking about that at all. I started remembering everything we had been through together, all the memories we shared, and all the time we spent preparing our albums. Those emotions kept building up, layer by layer. After everything we’ve been through, I don’t cry very easily anymore… but in the end, the tears still came pouring out. During the second verse, I could also feel that Heechul was emotional. Even though he said he wasn’t, I could feel it while we were singing the harmony together. So by the time we reached the third verse… I completely broke down. Anyway, I’m sorry. I really didn’t want to cry, but the tears suddenly started pouring out like a faucet had been turned on. I was so embarrassed that I covered my face because crying completely ruins your makeup and how you look. But in the end, despite everything, the performance ended well.

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21,911 views • 2 months ago