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  • #book #books #BooksMakeGreatGifts #bookworms #bookworm #horror #scifi #scifibooks
    https://gizmodo.com/8-sci-fi-fantasy-and-horror-books-to-read-ahead-of-their-adaptations-2000519770
    #book #books #BooksMakeGreatGifts #bookworms #bookworm #horror #scifi #scifibooks https://gizmodo.com/8-sci-fi-fantasy-and-horror-books-to-read-ahead-of-their-adaptations-2000519770
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    8 Sci-Fi, Fantasy, and Horror Books to Read Ahead of Their Adaptations
    As sure as the sun will rise, there will always be new Stephen King projects in the pipeline.
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  • #photo #photos #2024
    Photo of the Year 2024
    #photo #photos #2024 Photo of the Year 2024
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  • Maybe they should of asked the family who ARE NATIVE AMERICANS. Not a bunch of woke retarded demorats.
    Maybe they should of asked the family who ARE NATIVE AMERICANS. Not a bunch of woke retarded demorats.
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  • #trust #JLo
    #trust #JLo
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  • #Meteora #Greece
    #Meteora #Greece
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    #Freyja
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  • Here is one of my songs from my new album
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    #hellpop #darkpop #evilpop,
    #gothic #goth #gothgirl #alternative #dark #gothicstyle #gothgoth #gothaesthetic #gothicgirl #metal #alternativegirl #emo
    Here is one of my songs from my new album 🥳 LinkTree.com/XZanthiaMUSIC 🎶🎵🎙️🎵🎶🎸 #hellpop #darkpop #evilpop, #gothic #goth #gothgirl #alternative #dark #gothicstyle #gothgoth #gothaesthetic #gothicgirl #metal #alternativegirl #emo
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    #hellpop #darkpop #evilpop,
    #gothic #goth #gothgirl #alternative #dark #gothicstyle #gothgoth #gothaesthetic #gothicgirl #metal #alternativegirl #emo
    LinkTree.com/XZanthiaMUSIC 🎶🎵🎙️🎵🎶🎸 #hellpop #darkpop #evilpop, #gothic #goth #gothgirl #alternative #dark #gothicstyle #gothgoth #gothaesthetic #gothicgirl #metal #alternativegirl #emo
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  • I spent what felt like the whole day today in the park in my town, which also includes a small, partially abandoned cemetery.

    This place makes me thoughtful because of its structure: on one side, children play innocently on a playground, while young couples stroll nearby, their hands intertwined. Yet, just beyond them lies a retirement home, where the building gazes longingly at the cemetery—a silent reflection of mortality.

    In between, smaller, older, crumbling statues stand sentinel, guardians of forgotten stories, their weathered faces etched with the sorrows and joys of those who have come before. Complementing these fading relics, scaffolding is being erected for new architecture, a juxtaposition of the old and the new, of decay and renewal.

    As I walk through this park, a question quickly arises: what does it truly mean to live? We are born, we grow, we learn, we love, and inevitably, we pass away. But do we fade into nothingness, or do we leave a trace behind in our borrowed time? Perhaps a whisper lingers in the hearts of those we touch, a thread woven into the very fabric of the universe, connecting moments that seem so fleeting.

    Is it not a privilege to love and be loved, to create ripples in the fabric of time with our joy and our sorrow? In this park, where the clang of swing sets mingles with the soft rustle of leaves, I feel both connected and isolated—a thread in the grand tapestry of life and death, pulled taut yet ethereal.

    Beneath the laughter and love lies an unspoken truth: we are all temporary. Yet, is it not the beauty of our transience that makes moments so precious, illuminated against the backdrop of eternity? The whispers of those who have come before dance in the air, and I wonder, perhaps they are not so far removed; they linger with us in our laughter, our tears, and in the very act of living.

    I realize that while our bodies may return to dust, our spirits, woven into the lives and hearts of others, may transcend even death, echoing in the stories told under starlit nights and cradled within the whispers of time.
    I spent what felt like the whole day today in the park in my town, which also includes a small, partially abandoned cemetery. This place makes me thoughtful because of its structure: on one side, children play innocently on a playground, while young couples stroll nearby, their hands intertwined. Yet, just beyond them lies a retirement home, where the building gazes longingly at the cemetery—a silent reflection of mortality. In between, smaller, older, crumbling statues stand sentinel, guardians of forgotten stories, their weathered faces etched with the sorrows and joys of those who have come before. Complementing these fading relics, scaffolding is being erected for new architecture, a juxtaposition of the old and the new, of decay and renewal. As I walk through this park, a question quickly arises: what does it truly mean to live? We are born, we grow, we learn, we love, and inevitably, we pass away. But do we fade into nothingness, or do we leave a trace behind in our borrowed time? Perhaps a whisper lingers in the hearts of those we touch, a thread woven into the very fabric of the universe, connecting moments that seem so fleeting. Is it not a privilege to love and be loved, to create ripples in the fabric of time with our joy and our sorrow? In this park, where the clang of swing sets mingles with the soft rustle of leaves, I feel both connected and isolated—a thread in the grand tapestry of life and death, pulled taut yet ethereal. Beneath the laughter and love lies an unspoken truth: we are all temporary. Yet, is it not the beauty of our transience that makes moments so precious, illuminated against the backdrop of eternity? The whispers of those who have come before dance in the air, and I wonder, perhaps they are not so far removed; they linger with us in our laughter, our tears, and in the very act of living. I realize that while our bodies may return to dust, our spirits, woven into the lives and hearts of others, may transcend even death, echoing in the stories told under starlit nights and cradled within the whispers of time.
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