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  • Good Mooning my neighbour
    Good Mooning my neighbour
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  • He is a man, He didn't even have the surgery, He wasn't even the 1 in 10,000 with weird chromosomes that are actually born looking male and female he is just straight up a male!
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHEOO9WENxw
    He is a man, He didn't even have the surgery, He wasn't even the 1 in 10,000 with weird chromosomes that are actually born looking male and female he is just straight up a male! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHEOO9WENxw
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  • For a few months now, I’ve been trying to go to the gym three times a week, if possible, even though I often have to find the motivation, especially after work. :D

    Little by little, I’m starting to see progress in my body, especially when I look in the mirror in the morning and notice my improving natural posture and skin.

    It’s an extreme contrast to look back at my past when I was constantly (and at times, very) overweight since childhood.
    For a few months now, I’ve been trying to go to the gym three times a week, if possible, even though I often have to find the motivation, especially after work. :D Little by little, I’m starting to see progress in my body, especially when I look in the mirror in the morning and notice my improving natural posture and skin. It’s an extreme contrast to look back at my past when I was constantly (and at times, very) overweight since childhood.
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  • "Bodybuilder tiger isn't real, he can't hurt you."

    Bodybuilder tiger:
    "Bodybuilder tiger isn't real, he can't hurt you." Bodybuilder tiger:
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  • The right hand of Kamala's Vice President. And you are asking why we support Trump?
    The right hand of Kamala's Vice President. And you are asking why we support Trump?
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  • A good female friend died last night. She was my hairdresser. She was 40. A stroke they say. Life is fragile and short...
    A good female friend died last night. She was my hairdresser. She was 40. A stroke they say. Life is fragile and short...
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  • When the remix is supposed to kill you and the nnoppee... Original https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zjHpIRfzEoo
    When the remix is supposed to kill you and the nnoppee... Original https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zjHpIRfzEoo
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  • My soul really needed this long weekend for myself...
    I was mentally burning out in the shadow of a high functioning facade for 2 months. I needed a break from life and from functioning perfectly. A small vacation without any obligations or an agenda. Just me alone and my art. And the luxury to decide on on a whim, what I feel like doing. No places to be at certain times, no schedule, no peole to meet... Just time passing by at my own pace....
    I know its odd, but spending time alone is actually the most relaxing for me. Going on vacations/traveling is just stressing me out.
    My soul really needed this long weekend for myself... I was mentally burning out in the shadow of a high functioning facade for 2 months. I needed a break from life and from functioning perfectly. A small vacation without any obligations or an agenda. Just me alone and my art. And the luxury to decide on on a whim, what I feel like doing. No places to be at certain times, no schedule, no peole to meet... Just time passing by at my own pace.... I know its odd, but spending time alone is actually the most relaxing for me. Going on vacations/traveling is just stressing me out.
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  • Have you ever had that nagging sensation that you're out of place among the wrong people? Lately, I've struggled to find any opportunities at the place where I live. It feels like months have gone by with only empty promises from work, leaving me burnt out and unable to enjoy even the simplest pleasures.

    I can't shake this profound loneliness I've experienced for weeks, and it's perplexing since I’m in a relationship. It's odd when you are being told that they are here for you and to try to respond to this as often as possible on the same level, even when your social battery is depleted, yet still feel so utterly isolated. The depths of my depression have made it hard to get out of bed for days, with tears flowing freely.

    Am I misguided in my expectations of what a relationship should be? When I realize that a house is on fire, for example, and I hear some calls for help, I try to rescue this person from it if possible and don’t avoid it because it might be too “hot.” I believe in stepping into the flames to support those I love, to hold their hand as we navigate the chaos together. Yet, here I am, feeling like I’m trapped in my own burning house while my partner stands outside, unsure whether to come in or watch from a distance.

    I’m left feeling so conflicted… I love my partner deeply, yet I also feel profoundly abandoned and overlooked. I want to believe that love can withstand these moments of despair, that we can face life’s struggles as a team. But the distance created by unspoken words and unmet expectations feels like an insurmountable wall between us.

    I often wonder if I’m asking for too much—if my desire for connection is unreasonable in a world that often seems too chaotic to handle. Shouldn't a partner be a safe haven, a source of comfort during the storm? Or am I just searching for validation in all the wrong places?

    The fear of losing that connection, of being vulnerable and showing my true self, holds me back. There are days I crave honesty, but what if that honesty exposes too much? What if it reveals the depths of my struggles, and in response, all I receive is pity instead of understanding?
    Have you ever had that nagging sensation that you're out of place among the wrong people? Lately, I've struggled to find any opportunities at the place where I live. It feels like months have gone by with only empty promises from work, leaving me burnt out and unable to enjoy even the simplest pleasures. I can't shake this profound loneliness I've experienced for weeks, and it's perplexing since I’m in a relationship. It's odd when you are being told that they are here for you and to try to respond to this as often as possible on the same level, even when your social battery is depleted, yet still feel so utterly isolated. The depths of my depression have made it hard to get out of bed for days, with tears flowing freely. Am I misguided in my expectations of what a relationship should be? When I realize that a house is on fire, for example, and I hear some calls for help, I try to rescue this person from it if possible and don’t avoid it because it might be too “hot.” I believe in stepping into the flames to support those I love, to hold their hand as we navigate the chaos together. Yet, here I am, feeling like I’m trapped in my own burning house while my partner stands outside, unsure whether to come in or watch from a distance. I’m left feeling so conflicted… I love my partner deeply, yet I also feel profoundly abandoned and overlooked. I want to believe that love can withstand these moments of despair, that we can face life’s struggles as a team. But the distance created by unspoken words and unmet expectations feels like an insurmountable wall between us. I often wonder if I’m asking for too much—if my desire for connection is unreasonable in a world that often seems too chaotic to handle. Shouldn't a partner be a safe haven, a source of comfort during the storm? Or am I just searching for validation in all the wrong places? The fear of losing that connection, of being vulnerable and showing my true self, holds me back. There are days I crave honesty, but what if that honesty exposes too much? What if it reveals the depths of my struggles, and in response, all I receive is pity instead of understanding?
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  • I still refuse to believe it's no longer Halloween.
    Every day is Halloween, fight me.
    I still refuse to believe it's no longer Halloween. Every day is Halloween, fight me.
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