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  • why is my body failing im just a 27 year old welder and irnorwerker
    why is my body failing im just a 27 year old welder and irnorwerker
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  • Talk about burned out and jaded. I binge watch The View and shock my testicles with a cattle prod just to feel anything these days.
    Talk about burned out and jaded. I binge watch The View and shock my testicles with a cattle prod just to feel anything these days.
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  • horrible news i coughed up blood; i know i don,t have long to live so i want u all to embrace m,y fucked up head
    horrible news i coughed up blood; i know i don,t have long to live so i want u all to embrace m,y fucked up head
    Gasp of the Grave
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  • In retrospect, we have liftoff. The feels, we got em familiar and Noodles123 is still wishing he was a s cool as when he was 16.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6joZ4QHH64E

    In retrospect, we have liftoff. The feels, we got em familiar and [Noodles123] is still wishing he was a s cool as when he was 16. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6joZ4QHH64E
    Goth Vibes
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  • Oh would you look at the time. Its 6 AM, I better lock up the staple door, and get some sleep before midday I have friends flying in later and I don't wanna be too tired for the grand tour its a stable for being a good host!
    Oh would you look at the time. Its 6 AM, I better lock up the staple door, and get some sleep before midday I have friends flying in later and I don't wanna be too tired for the grand tour its a stable for being a good host!
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  • Tact: A keen sense of what to say or do to maintain good relations with others or avoid offense.

    I know of two men in my lifetime that have gained fame to differ, but only one is humorous without fault.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aP7GTu8tbvQ
    Tact: A keen sense of what to say or do to maintain good relations with others or avoid offense. I know of two men in my lifetime that have gained fame to differ, but only one is humorous without fault. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aP7GTu8tbvQ
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  • Mayo is the most whitest thing white people have ever created. I hate it. That said its a stable to any decent Asian 10 minute noodle dish!
    Mayo is the most whitest thing white people have ever created. I hate it. That said its a stable to any decent Asian 10 minute noodle dish!
    On Fire
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  • Shared by Unfiltered Feels on Facebook four days ago:
    When a mother loses a baby, their DNA doesn’t just disappear.
    It lives inside of her.
    Little fragments of them stay
    woven into her blood, her bones, her very being.
    She carries them forever, even when the world assumes she’s “moved on.”

    Science calls it microchimerism.
    But mothers call it love that never left.
    Her baby’s cells cross into her body and stay there for a lifetime.
    A physical reminder that they were real, they existed, they mattered.

    So even when her arms are empty, she is never truly without them.
    Their presence lingers in her body, her heartbeat, her cells.
    She doesn’t just remember them…
    she holds them, every single day, in ways no one can see.

    Motherhood doesn’t end with loss.
    It lives on in her body.
    It lives on in her soul.
    It lives on in the love that never had the chance to grow old.

    She carries her baby forever.
    Not just in her heart.
    But in every part of who she is.
    Shared by Unfiltered Feels on Facebook four days ago: When a mother loses a baby, their DNA doesn’t just disappear. It lives inside of her. Little fragments of them stay woven into her blood, her bones, her very being. She carries them forever, even when the world assumes she’s “moved on.” Science calls it microchimerism. But mothers call it love that never left. Her baby’s cells cross into her body and stay there for a lifetime. A physical reminder that they were real, they existed, they mattered. So even when her arms are empty, she is never truly without them. Their presence lingers in her body, her heartbeat, her cells. She doesn’t just remember them… she holds them, every single day, in ways no one can see. Motherhood doesn’t end with loss. It lives on in her body. It lives on in her soul. It lives on in the love that never had the chance to grow old. She carries her baby forever. Not just in her heart. But in every part of who she is.
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  • Saw this on Facebook shared by Alexis Palmer one day ago:
    "Somewhere, there’s a woman: 30 years old, no children. People ask her, “Still no kids?” She forces a smile. “Not yet.” Later, she cries… because she’s had miscarriages, because IVF didn’t work, because she’s tried for years, because her heart aches every time she’s asked that question.
    Somewhere else, there’s a woman: 34, five children. People say, “Five? I hope you’re done!” They laugh like it’s funny. She laughs too, politely. Later, she cries… because she wanted a big family, because her Granny had 12, because she’s tired of the judgment, because people assume she’s irresponsible, because no one sees how much love and care she pours into her kids.
    And then there’s another woman: 40, one child. People ask, “Only one? Didn’t you want more?” She smiles, “I’m happy with my one.” Later, she cries… because her one was a miracle, because she wanted more, because her body or life circumstances won’t allow it, because people don’t know the battles she’s already fought.
    These women are everywhere. They are our sisters, our neighbors, our coworkers, our friends.
    Their wombs are not community property. Their choices are not public business. Their pain is not ours to poke at with casual comments and “funny” jokes.
    So here’s the reminder:
    Whether it’s no kids, five kids, or one kid—it’s not your place to question.
    Respect their journey. Respect their story. Respect their silence.
    Because you never know what tears are hidden behind that smile."
    [Nadirah Angail]

    Saw this on Facebook shared by Alexis Palmer one day ago: "Somewhere, there’s a woman: 30 years old, no children. People ask her, “Still no kids?” She forces a smile. “Not yet.” Later, she cries… because she’s had miscarriages, because IVF didn’t work, because she’s tried for years, because her heart aches every time she’s asked that question. Somewhere else, there’s a woman: 34, five children. People say, “Five? I hope you’re done!” They laugh like it’s funny. She laughs too, politely. Later, she cries… because she wanted a big family, because her Granny had 12, because she’s tired of the judgment, because people assume she’s irresponsible, because no one sees how much love and care she pours into her kids. And then there’s another woman: 40, one child. People ask, “Only one? Didn’t you want more?” She smiles, “I’m happy with my one.” Later, she cries… because her one was a miracle, because she wanted more, because her body or life circumstances won’t allow it, because people don’t know the battles she’s already fought. 💔 These women are everywhere. They are our sisters, our neighbors, our coworkers, our friends. Their wombs are not community property. Their choices are not public business. Their pain is not ours to poke at with casual comments and “funny” jokes. So here’s the reminder: 👉 Whether it’s no kids, five kids, or one kid—it’s not your place to question. 👉 Respect their journey. Respect their story. Respect their silence. Because you never know what tears are hidden behind that smile." [Nadirah Angail]
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  • Animal blood just wont do. Now where to get real human blood? I need it spooky for my black magic spells and blood rituals.
    Animal blood just wont do. Now where to get real human blood? I need it spooky for my black magic spells and blood rituals.
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