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🐳: I was just practicing sleeping, not actually sleepin. ate & then lay down 🎤: You’ll definitely gain 5 kg. 🐳: Oh wow, don’t curse me like that 😂 BEHIND WHALE STORE #GMMTVLiveHouse #WhaleStorexoxo

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Why does my cat stalk towards me as though I am prey? I only caught the tail end of this occurrence in the video, but about once a week I notice my cat (5 months) stalking towards me like this (she typically starts from much farther away and goes even slower). The weirdest part to me is that she only really does it towards me, not my husband. I’ve also seen her stalk prey before and she doesn’t usually continuously move in slow motion like this, she typically walks forward, pauses and assesses for a while, and then goes for the kill. Usually when she does this to me, she ends up snapping out of it due to movement or sound elsewhere, so she’s never pounced or anything - at most she jumps up next to me and then goes back to normal. I’m a new cat owner so this may be typical behavior, but it is so bizarre to me that this behavior seems reserved for me alone - not my husband, not our dog who she loves wrestling with (thanks reddit for clearing that up), and not the bugs she preys on. I was laughing in this video because she was cracking me up, but sometimes it genuinely freaks me out a bit, I feel like prey and I don’t like it 😶 I would love to hear any thoughts on the matter, if nothing else just enjoy this clip of my cat being an apex predator lol

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Let’s talk about RIR, or reps in reserve. I felt like I could get 1 more at 4 reps, yet dug deep and got almost 3 more. If I had Dorian Yates yelling at me, I could have probably gotten 10 more. The issue with these arbitrary rules like RIR and RPE is they don’t account for the mental aspect of lifting. Hence why, since I’m obviously not as smart and awesome as “the science” community and my pro card was a fluke, and I certainly can’t read studies or even the menu at IHOP, I just go until I can’t do another full rep with decent form. Most people train like p*ssies already. Imagine trying to have someone soft as charmin guess how many reps they have left at 4 reps in. Stop overthinking it. No need to go beyond failure, but just lift the damn weight until you can’t do a good rep and then put it down. Or not, whatever. 😂

Let’s talk about RIR, or reps in reserve. I felt like I could get 1 more at 4 reps, yet dug deep and got almost 3 more. If I had Dorian Yates yelling at me, I could have probably gotten 10 more. The issue with these arbitrary rules like RIR and RPE is they don’t account for the mental aspect of lifting. Hence why, since I’m obviously not as smart and awesome as “the science” community and my pro card was a fluke, and I certainly can’t read studies or even the menu at IHOP, I just go until I can’t do another full rep with decent form. Most people train like p*ssies already. Imagine trying to have someone soft as charmin guess how many reps they have left at 4 reps in. Stop overthinking it. No need to go beyond failure, but just lift the damn weight until you can’t do a good rep and then put it down. Or not, whatever. 😂

Marc Lobliner - IFBB Pro

65,103 просмотров • 1 месяц назад

Dylan Mulvaney Responds After Trump Compares Kaitlan Collins to Him — Then Lectures on “Authentic Self” At the White House Correspondents’ Dinner on Friday, President Trump compared CNN’s Kaitlan Collins to Dylan Mulvaney — a comparison that landed because both present in ways that blur obvious biological reality. On Sunday, Mulvaney posted a roughly four-minute response video. Mulvaney began by congratulating Collins, then said: “Now, the president also brought up a video I did over three years ago… And yet I am still his topic of conversation all these years later. And it seems to me that I might be like the one that got away for these men. Like, I am permanently burned into their retinas. I am microchipped into their minds.” Later in the video: “Maybe being publicly mocked and criticized by this administration is actually like the greatest compliment of all… But I do still wonder, like, why is it so important to them that I don’t find success? Like, what is it that I have that they don’t? Oh my God, freedom. I am free in a way that they will never have the privilege to experience… because my freedom is fully dependent on the moment that I acknowledged my real, authentic self.” (Video: AI) The reaction itself is revealing. Someone who builds a public identity on the claim of being something they are not tends to react strongly when that claim is publicly challenged. Dylan would not have responded if the comparison had not landed. Trump’s joke worked because it was precise: the resemblance was noticeable, and the gap between the performance and biological reality remains clear. Trump, for his part, simply continues being himself.

Dylan Mulvaney Responds After Trump Compares Kaitlan Collins to Him — Then Lectures on “Authentic Self” At the White House Correspondents’ Dinner on Friday, President Trump compared CNN’s Kaitlan Collins to Dylan Mulvaney — a comparison that landed because both present in ways that blur obvious biological reality. On Sunday, Mulvaney posted a roughly four-minute response video. Mulvaney began by congratulating Collins, then said: “Now, the president also brought up a video I did over three years ago… And yet I am still his topic of conversation all these years later. And it seems to me that I might be like the one that got away for these men. Like, I am permanently burned into their retinas. I am microchipped into their minds.” Later in the video: “Maybe being publicly mocked and criticized by this administration is actually like the greatest compliment of all… But I do still wonder, like, why is it so important to them that I don’t find success? Like, what is it that I have that they don’t? Oh my God, freedom. I am free in a way that they will never have the privilege to experience… because my freedom is fully dependent on the moment that I acknowledged my real, authentic self.” (Video: AI) The reaction itself is revealing. Someone who builds a public identity on the claim of being something they are not tends to react strongly when that claim is publicly challenged. Dylan would not have responded if the comparison had not landed. Trump’s joke worked because it was precise: the resemblance was noticeable, and the gap between the performance and biological reality remains clear. Trump, for his part, simply continues being himself.

Paul A. Szypula 🇺🇸

24,469 просмотров • 28 дней назад

I just had what was perhaps the most Israeli experience I’ve ever had. I was running some errands locally when all of a sudden, the siren began to blare. “Oh, no! Not again! What the hell?? This again? Iran? Hezbollah? Hamas? Who is firing at us now and what do I do? Pull over? Get down on the pavement? Keep driving?” Then I looked around and people had stopped their cars and were just standing there on the sidewalk. “That’s not the instructions I’ve read! Why isn’t he lying down and covering his head?!” I exited my car and was about to lie down when I realized, that’s not a siren warning of a missile. That’s a siren remembering the six million! Today is Yom Hashoa, Holocaust Remembrance day! That’s why people are standing! They are standing in honor of our ancestors who were butchered at the hands of the Nazis! So I too got out of my car to stand! Usually, during these sirens, I try to close my eyes and think of the six million. For whatever reason, this time I decided to keep my eyes open and look around. Lo and behold, I was standing where a ballistic missile hit just a few weeks ago, a missile that tragically killed many. In fact, it was the deadliest missile of the entire war and I was standing right there as the siren reminded me that this is not our first rodeo, that we’ve been here before. I stood there as the siren blared looking directly at the place a ballistic missile sent by another enemy trying to annihilate us yet again, had fallen just a few weeks prior. But then I looked up to God wondering when it’ll end. And what did I see above me blowing in the wind? The Israeli flag! I felt that emotional confusion that every Israeli knows too well. Sadness. Devastation. Hopelessness. And at the same time, tremendous pride, optimism, and unity. There we were, the entire country standing together. No politics. No division. Just unity. Standing there witnessing the destruction as I, and the entire country paid respects to those millions, was an incredibly meaningful moment and a moment that to me felt like a clear message from God telling me, “You’ve been through enough suffering. Only good things to come.” Like I said, a uniquely Israeli experience that no else can understand but that every Israeli knows well.

I just had what was perhaps the most Israeli experience I’ve ever had. I was running some errands locally when all of a sudden, the siren began to blare. “Oh, no! Not again! What the hell?? This again? Iran? Hezbollah? Hamas? Who is firing at us now and what do I do? Pull over? Get down on the pavement? Keep driving?” Then I looked around and people had stopped their cars and were just standing there on the sidewalk. “That’s not the instructions I’ve read! Why isn’t he lying down and covering his head?!” I exited my car and was about to lie down when I realized, that’s not a siren warning of a missile. That’s a siren remembering the six million! Today is Yom Hashoa, Holocaust Remembrance day! That’s why people are standing! They are standing in honor of our ancestors who were butchered at the hands of the Nazis! So I too got out of my car to stand! Usually, during these sirens, I try to close my eyes and think of the six million. For whatever reason, this time I decided to keep my eyes open and look around. Lo and behold, I was standing where a ballistic missile hit just a few weeks ago, a missile that tragically killed many. In fact, it was the deadliest missile of the entire war and I was standing right there as the siren reminded me that this is not our first rodeo, that we’ve been here before. I stood there as the siren blared looking directly at the place a ballistic missile sent by another enemy trying to annihilate us yet again, had fallen just a few weeks prior. But then I looked up to God wondering when it’ll end. And what did I see above me blowing in the wind? The Israeli flag! I felt that emotional confusion that every Israeli knows too well. Sadness. Devastation. Hopelessness. And at the same time, tremendous pride, optimism, and unity. There we were, the entire country standing together. No politics. No division. Just unity. Standing there witnessing the destruction as I, and the entire country paid respects to those millions, was an incredibly meaningful moment and a moment that to me felt like a clear message from God telling me, “You’ve been through enough suffering. Only good things to come.” Like I said, a uniquely Israeli experience that no else can understand but that every Israeli knows well.

Hillel Fuld

30,785 просмотров • 4 месяцев назад

I stepped inside the shelter and asked a question most people never voice: "Which dog here has been waiting the longest?" eg The woman at the front desk didn't smile or reach for paperwork. She exhaled slowly, as if the weight of that question pressed down on her. "Okay," she said quietly, then grabbed a set of keys and started walking without checking if I was following. We passed the bright, bustling areas first-puppies bouncing with excitement, friendly dogs pressing against gates, that hopeful energy that makes adoption feel easy. But we kept moving. Down a quieter hallway. Somehow colder, even though it was the same building. The lights buzzed overhead I, every sound echoing off the concrete. "Most people don't come back here," she said. Her name tag read Maya. "I figured," I replied. She nodded slightly, as if she'd already known. At the very end, she stopped at a kennel that felt too big for the dog inside. He had that look older dogs get-not small or fragile, just worn down by time. His coat was faded, gray settling around his face. One ear drooped slightly, as if even holding it up had become too much. His eyes were cloudy, but not empty. They were still searching. Not for toys or attention. For something that mattered. Heaned closer to read the card. Max. 16 years old. Pitbull mix. Quiet. Senior. Overlooked. Notes about needing a calm home, soft food, patience-the kind of words shelters use when they're trying to stay neutral while quietly hoping someone will care. Sixteen. For most people, that number feels like a ticking clock. Max didn't try to impress me. No barking. No jumping. He just sat there. Still. Steady. Like he'd already decided he wouldn't beg to be chosen. Maya spoke softly. "He's been passed over more times than I can count." "Why?" I asked, even though I already knew. She glanced at the card. "Because people don't want something that comes with an ending they can already see." That stayed with me. Because it wasn't just about him. We all tend to choose what feels safe. What won't hurt too soon. What doesn't ask too much. But Max wasn't safe. He was real. Maya unlocked the kennel. I expected hesitation-maybe fear. But Max stepped out slowly, like he wasn't sure he was allowed to anymore. He paused, looked at me, and let out a long, quiet breath. Not frustration. Relief. I knelt without thinking. He didn't rush. He moved carefully, like every step mattered. When he reached me, he didn't jump or wag wildly. He simply rested his head against my chest. Not asking. Just... leaning. Like he'd been holding everything in for so long and finally didn't have to anymore. Maya cleared her throat. "He does that sometimes," she said, though her voice wavered. I noticed a folded piece of paper tucked behind his kennel card. "What's that?" I asked. "It came with him," she said softly. "I forget it's there sometimes." I didn't open it yet. Max was still leaning into me, and I didn't want to break the moment. The drive home was quiet. He didn't whine or pace. He curled up beside me like he trusted the motion of the car. At a stoplight, I glanced over-his paws tucked neatly under him, completely still. He wasn't trying to leave. He was trying to stay. When we got home, he stepped inside slowly, taking it all in like he was memorizing it. Then he came over to me. And leaned again. Just contact. Like he needed to know I wouldn't disappear. I finally unfolded the paper. If someone chooses him, please tell him he was a good dog. He wasn't left behind because he wasn't loved. Life just got in the way. Please let him rest somewhere he can feel seen. I read it twice. Then I looked at Max. He had climbed onto the couch, turning in a slow circle before settling down with a soft sigh. I sat beside him and placed my hand near his head. He leaned into it and closed his eyes. And in that moment, something became clear. Max didn't need a new life. He needed peace. " That night, he slept on something soft. No noise. No cold floors. 👇

I stepped inside the shelter and asked a question most people never voice: "Which dog here has been waiting the longest?" eg The woman at the front desk didn't smile or reach for paperwork. She exhaled slowly, as if the weight of that question pressed down on her. "Okay," she said quietly, then grabbed a set of keys and started walking without checking if I was following. We passed the bright, bustling areas first-puppies bouncing with excitement, friendly dogs pressing against gates, that hopeful energy that makes adoption feel easy. But we kept moving. Down a quieter hallway. Somehow colder, even though it was the same building. The lights buzzed overhead I, every sound echoing off the concrete. "Most people don't come back here," she said. Her name tag read Maya. "I figured," I replied. She nodded slightly, as if she'd already known. At the very end, she stopped at a kennel that felt too big for the dog inside. He had that look older dogs get-not small or fragile, just worn down by time. His coat was faded, gray settling around his face. One ear drooped slightly, as if even holding it up had become too much. His eyes were cloudy, but not empty. They were still searching. Not for toys or attention. For something that mattered. Heaned closer to read the card. Max. 16 years old. Pitbull mix. Quiet. Senior. Overlooked. Notes about needing a calm home, soft food, patience-the kind of words shelters use when they're trying to stay neutral while quietly hoping someone will care. Sixteen. For most people, that number feels like a ticking clock. Max didn't try to impress me. No barking. No jumping. He just sat there. Still. Steady. Like he'd already decided he wouldn't beg to be chosen. Maya spoke softly. "He's been passed over more times than I can count." "Why?" I asked, even though I already knew. She glanced at the card. "Because people don't want something that comes with an ending they can already see." That stayed with me. Because it wasn't just about him. We all tend to choose what feels safe. What won't hurt too soon. What doesn't ask too much. But Max wasn't safe. He was real. Maya unlocked the kennel. I expected hesitation-maybe fear. But Max stepped out slowly, like he wasn't sure he was allowed to anymore. He paused, looked at me, and let out a long, quiet breath. Not frustration. Relief. I knelt without thinking. He didn't rush. He moved carefully, like every step mattered. When he reached me, he didn't jump or wag wildly. He simply rested his head against my chest. Not asking. Just... leaning. Like he'd been holding everything in for so long and finally didn't have to anymore. Maya cleared her throat. "He does that sometimes," she said, though her voice wavered. I noticed a folded piece of paper tucked behind his kennel card. "What's that?" I asked. "It came with him," she said softly. "I forget it's there sometimes." I didn't open it yet. Max was still leaning into me, and I didn't want to break the moment. The drive home was quiet. He didn't whine or pace. He curled up beside me like he trusted the motion of the car. At a stoplight, I glanced over-his paws tucked neatly under him, completely still. He wasn't trying to leave. He was trying to stay. When we got home, he stepped inside slowly, taking it all in like he was memorizing it. Then he came over to me. And leaned again. Just contact. Like he needed to know I wouldn't disappear. I finally unfolded the paper. If someone chooses him, please tell him he was a good dog. He wasn't left behind because he wasn't loved. Life just got in the way. Please let him rest somewhere he can feel seen. I read it twice. Then I looked at Max. He had climbed onto the couch, turning in a slow circle before settling down with a soft sigh. I sat beside him and placed my hand near his head. He leaned into it and closed his eyes. And in that moment, something became clear. Max didn't need a new life. He needed peace. " That night, he slept on something soft. No noise. No cold floors. 👇

DE GOLDSMITH🪙🪙🪙⭐ ⭐⭐

42,731 просмотров • 23 дней назад

Most impressive and memorable Songkran 💦 🧸: can you believe that I used to play Songkran in Silom (a well-known street in Bangkok for playing Songkran) for two years? But my dad was there too, I wasn’t there by myself. I was there with my friends from school, and the parents were all behind us. My dad would shoot (water gun) people who’d shoot me. 🦋: dad is protective 🧸: yes! I’ve never had anyone dabbed powder on my face. I don’t allow it to be touched as I’m very protective of my face. I’m mainly focused on spraying the water. This year I’m not sure where I’d be playing or if I’ll play, but let’s wait and see because I might pop up somewhere to play or I might just be sleeping at home. ……………………………………………………………………….. 🦋: on the back of a pickup truck in/around Chiang Mai moat (famous for playing Songkran in Chiang Mai) and got to have ice as well (in the water). Went all out! I used to be a real fan of Songkran, but since I’ve grown up, I’m like…there are very few days of sleep for me, so I feel like on days off I‘ll just sleep. 🎤: spend time with your family 🦋: yes, I tell my mum and dad to stay at home and sleep. ‘Let’s sleep at home. We’re not going anywhere, we’re not gonna get stuck in traffic. We’re going to stay home.’

Most impressive and memorable Songkran 💦 🧸: can you believe that I used to play Songkran in Silom (a well-known street in Bangkok for playing Songkran) for two years? But my dad was there too, I wasn’t there by myself. I was there with my friends from school, and the parents were all behind us. My dad would shoot (water gun) people who’d shoot me. 🦋: dad is protective 🧸: yes! I’ve never had anyone dabbed powder on my face. I don’t allow it to be touched as I’m very protective of my face. I’m mainly focused on spraying the water. This year I’m not sure where I’d be playing or if I’ll play, but let’s wait and see because I might pop up somewhere to play or I might just be sleeping at home. ……………………………………………………………………….. 🦋: on the back of a pickup truck in/around Chiang Mai moat (famous for playing Songkran in Chiang Mai) and got to have ice as well (in the water). Went all out! I used to be a real fan of Songkran, but since I’ve grown up, I’m like…there are very few days of sleep for me, so I feel like on days off I‘ll just sleep. 🎤: spend time with your family 🦋: yes, I tell my mum and dad to stay at home and sleep. ‘Let’s sleep at home. We’re not going anywhere, we’re not gonna get stuck in traffic. We’re going to stay home.’

Shez.

25,630 просмотров • 4 месяцев назад

For 6 months I woke up at 5 AM to catch Asian markets on Polymarket. During that time I lost my girlfriend, gained 8 kg, and got used to drinking coffee instead of breakfast Then I wrote an agent that monitors everything for me while I sleep. In the 1st month income went up 15% and I finally deleted the 5 AM alarm Turns out a half-asleep human trades worse than a 200-line script I thought discipline meant waking up early. In reality it was just stubbornness that cost me money and health. When I finally sat down to build the agent it became clear why Here is what is under the hood: 1. Sentiment analysis powered by Claude. Every 15 minutes the agent runs a feed from 40+ Asian sources: Reuters Asia, Nikkei, South China Morning Post, Yonhap 2. NLP tone classification. It compares sentiment shifts to open markets on Polymarket through the API, and if the news has already dropped but the odds have not reacted yet that is the entry window 3. Kelly criterion. A mathematical formula for position sizing instead of my usual "I will bet more, feeling lucky" 4. A hard stop at 5% of the deposit per trade so that 1 mistake cannot kill the entire account 5. A cooldown between entries so the agent does not stack up a cluster of correlated positions These are exactly the rules I was missing at 5 AM. I knew them perfectly well but consistently ignored them because on adrenaline and caffeine every bet felt like an "obvious opportunity" When I ran a backtest on my old trades it was genuinely painful: 60% of the bets I placed by hand in a half-asleep state would have been rejected by the agent for failing the expected value filter Those were the exact ones dragging the whole result down When I was building my agent I needed a benchmark. A wallet that already trades on similar logic so I could compare my results to someone else's Found 1 that works almost like a mirror of what I described: same Asian markets, same cold calculation without emotion. I still keep it bookmarked and periodically check how it handles the same situations: That is actually the wallet I started with when testing auto-copying through a bot before I launched my own agent. A useful thing if you want to see how a strategy works on someone else's example first and only then build your own:

For 6 months I woke up at 5 AM to catch Asian markets on Polymarket. During that time I lost my girlfriend, gained 8 kg, and got used to drinking coffee instead of breakfast Then I wrote an agent that monitors everything for me while I sleep. In the 1st month income went up 15% and I finally deleted the 5 AM alarm Turns out a half-asleep human trades worse than a 200-line script I thought discipline meant waking up early. In reality it was just stubbornness that cost me money and health. When I finally sat down to build the agent it became clear why Here is what is under the hood: 1. Sentiment analysis powered by Claude. Every 15 minutes the agent runs a feed from 40+ Asian sources: Reuters Asia, Nikkei, South China Morning Post, Yonhap 2. NLP tone classification. It compares sentiment shifts to open markets on Polymarket through the API, and if the news has already dropped but the odds have not reacted yet that is the entry window 3. Kelly criterion. A mathematical formula for position sizing instead of my usual "I will bet more, feeling lucky" 4. A hard stop at 5% of the deposit per trade so that 1 mistake cannot kill the entire account 5. A cooldown between entries so the agent does not stack up a cluster of correlated positions These are exactly the rules I was missing at 5 AM. I knew them perfectly well but consistently ignored them because on adrenaline and caffeine every bet felt like an "obvious opportunity" When I ran a backtest on my old trades it was genuinely painful: 60% of the bets I placed by hand in a half-asleep state would have been rejected by the agent for failing the expected value filter Those were the exact ones dragging the whole result down When I was building my agent I needed a benchmark. A wallet that already trades on similar logic so I could compare my results to someone else's Found 1 that works almost like a mirror of what I described: same Asian markets, same cold calculation without emotion. I still keep it bookmarked and periodically check how it handles the same situations: That is actually the wallet I started with when testing auto-copying through a bot before I launched my own agent. A useful thing if you want to see how a strategy works on someone else's example first and only then build your own:

Blaze

126,874 просмотров • 4 месяцев назад

Sorry, I’m drunk: We don’t have many “little steps” left to take or make. We won’t be together much longer. She will be taken; though I’ve known it for years, it doesn’t hurt less. She shined in an incredible way – a supernova. I was black-pilled after a terrible divorce complete w/ false accusations & later this woman came along; I was slow to trust & bitter but she made the world bright again. She made me smile. She gave me hope & something to come home to. I think that’s what most men aspire to…something to come home to, some family unit to serve & sacrifice for. I put my own life below my children’s, and below my wife or partner. I will suffer whatever I must for their benefit, and I’ll take satisfaction in doing it. In a weird way, it will make me happy. She is far more than I deserve & now she is wasting away…and I can’t do anything about it, no matter how much I work or suffer. Part of me – maybe a large part – will go with her. I will soldier on for the kids, but she was so beautiful & bright…that light will be gone & I’m not sure what’s left. Now she struggles to get out of bed. Can’t eat besides a bag of liquids hooked to a pump & tube, either. Which is only one of three tubes & bags. Cancer is devouring her. She weighs 80 pounds. She’s still beautiful. I will be lost without her; no purpose or rudder. I was going to show her the world & how to have spontaneous adventures…she’d started learning to non-rev & we made good use of it, but it’s not to be. I’ll carry on for the kids, but I just don’t see anything for me, and I’m tired of being the good soldier & sucking up all the bad shit. So, so tired of “you’ll survive”. I’m sorry. Like I said, I’m drunk. I need to let this stuff out sometimes. Bobby Brown had a great sentiment & my GF danced to it in the video: “Every little step I take, you will be there Every little step I make, we’ll be together” I was against commitments when we met, then skeptical, then hoped & lived for it. I rejoiced in finding a partner like her – she’s just so good. Then I was robbed of it. More importantly, she was robbed of everything. I already mourn for her, and part of that is mourning for all that could have been for her. The world is losing an amazing woman. Just a zombie at this point. Not feeling much of anything. Sorry, drunk musings as I go through my phone. I try not to talk about this, and I am really good when she’s unloading on me, but I don’t have anyone else to share that with & sometimes it builds up. I’m not a threat to anyone or myself; my job actually gives me some joy…but I’m just hurting at home now.

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Sorry, I’m drunk: We don’t have many “little steps” left to take or make. We won’t be together much longer. She will be taken; though I’ve known it for years, it doesn’t hurt less. She shined in an incredible way – a supernova. I was black-pilled after a terrible divorce complete w/ false accusations & later this woman came along; I was slow to trust & bitter but she made the world bright again. She made me smile. She gave me hope & something to come home to. I think that’s what most men aspire to…something to come home to, some family unit to serve & sacrifice for. I put my own life below my children’s, and below my wife or partner. I will suffer whatever I must for their benefit, and I’ll take satisfaction in doing it. In a weird way, it will make me happy. She is far more than I deserve & now she is wasting away…and I can’t do anything about it, no matter how much I work or suffer. Part of me – maybe a large part – will go with her. I will soldier on for the kids, but she was so beautiful & bright…that light will be gone & I’m not sure what’s left. Now she struggles to get out of bed. Can’t eat besides a bag of liquids hooked to a pump & tube, either. Which is only one of three tubes & bags. Cancer is devouring her. She weighs 80 pounds. She’s still beautiful. I will be lost without her; no purpose or rudder. I was going to show her the world & how to have spontaneous adventures…she’d started learning to non-rev & we made good use of it, but it’s not to be. I’ll carry on for the kids, but I just don’t see anything for me, and I’m tired of being the good soldier & sucking up all the bad shit. So, so tired of “you’ll survive”. I’m sorry. Like I said, I’m drunk. I need to let this stuff out sometimes. Bobby Brown had a great sentiment & my GF danced to it in the video: “Every little step I take, you will be there Every little step I make, we’ll be together” I was against commitments when we met, then skeptical, then hoped & lived for it. I rejoiced in finding a partner like her – she’s just so good. Then I was robbed of it. More importantly, she was robbed of everything. I already mourn for her, and part of that is mourning for all that could have been for her. The world is losing an amazing woman. Just a zombie at this point. Not feeling much of anything. Sorry, drunk musings as I go through my phone. I try not to talk about this, and I am really good when she’s unloading on me, but I don’t have anyone else to share that with & sometimes it builds up. I’m not a threat to anyone or myself; my job actually gives me some joy…but I’m just hurting at home now.

KC-10 Driver ✈️ 👨‍✈️ B-737 Wrangler

171,591 просмотров • 1 год назад

‘kill it’ behind: unreleased clips - #yeonjun 👤 is there anything you’re curious about? 🦊 can i listen to what everyone has to say first..? 🦊 it’s because i’m actually… 👤 (there’s no audio of you) 🦊 ah really? 🦊 it’s because i’m shy hehe 🦊 something that i thought was a bit of a bummer was…it feels like everyone is just thinking about how to dress but isn’t this ‘kill it: style creator war’? it’s actually a place where we’re choosing an all-rounder so i think star quality is really important 🦊 choi mina sue might seem like she’s lacking in modeling aspects in terms of her outfit styling but wasn’t she #1 in terms of views? we live in a time where that result is really important 🦊 we live in an era where things are meaningless if nobody is going to look at them 🦊 so i hope you change those things a bit 🦊 i hope you can become all-rounders 🦊 i don’t think you need to go out of your way to do it 🦊 you have enough charm already and i think those thoughts you have are actually locking away your charm 👤 ah is that so? 🦊 i think it’s worth a try 🦊 based on just your first image, i thought you were quite intense but now that we’re conversing, i think you have a really cute charm to you too 👤 i’ll give not getting a spray tan a try 🗣️ oooh she didn’t listen to me when i said it but now that yeonjun said it… 👤 i can just do it again later

‘kill it’ behind: unreleased clips - #yeonjun 👤 is there anything you’re curious about? 🦊 can i listen to what everyone has to say first..? 🦊 it’s because i’m actually… 👤 (there’s no audio of you) 🦊 ah really? 🦊 it’s because i’m shy hehe 🦊 something that i thought was a bit of a bummer was…it feels like everyone is just thinking about how to dress but isn’t this ‘kill it: style creator war’? it’s actually a place where we’re choosing an all-rounder so i think star quality is really important 🦊 choi mina sue might seem like she’s lacking in modeling aspects in terms of her outfit styling but wasn’t she #1 in terms of views? we live in a time where that result is really important 🦊 we live in an era where things are meaningless if nobody is going to look at them 🦊 so i hope you change those things a bit 🦊 i hope you can become all-rounders 🦊 i don’t think you need to go out of your way to do it 🦊 you have enough charm already and i think those thoughts you have are actually locking away your charm 👤 ah is that so? 🦊 i think it’s worth a try 🦊 based on just your first image, i thought you were quite intense but now that we’re conversing, i think you have a really cute charm to you too 👤 i’ll give not getting a spray tan a try 🗣️ oooh she didn’t listen to me when i said it but now that yeonjun said it… 👤 i can just do it again later

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48,754 просмотров • 2 месяцев назад