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dolltoes2 hours ago
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It's the oddest thing that what makes me feel sexiest are my feet. People rarely see them in person but I really do love how small they are. I always feel a little like Cinderella in shoe stores. Anywho, hope everyone is having a good day
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mjustsharingislam2 hours ago
馃拹 In The Name Of Allah The Most Gracious The Most Merciful
馃拰 To the insecure and jealous, you are "arrogant",
A "narcissist" to the threatened who lack confidence,
"Snobbish" or "pretentious" to those with wrong perceptions,
And "ignorant" to those who forgot you're still learning.
You may be labeled "autistic" or "oddball" to those
Who think they've figured you out when clearly they don't know
You entirely, they're not familiar yet with your goals,
Misread your intent, condition, and most of your words.
In the eyes of those who approach you for selfish gains,
You're "unkind" or "useless" if you don't please them always.
You're "mean" or "self-centered" if you need space on some days
To those who demand that you never make a mistake.
You may have blonde hair since birth and most insist it's "fake",
Send assignments on time and still be told "you're too late",
Or be described as "ugly" while some admire your face.
Of what they choose to see in you people have their ways.
Just as Allah is our God yet many disbelieve,
And Allah is One though thousands trust in "Trinity",
People's opinions don't portray your reality.
Don't tie your self-worth to lies or insecurities.
Tips to cope when some people accuse you unfairly
Or try to dim your soul's light out of pure jealousy:
Thank Allah you're not in their place, accusing, firstly,
Not the one behaving poorly and immaturely.
Realize their slurs reflect weak personality,
Their self-loathing justifies self-imposed misery,
And feeling inferior directs them to mockery.
Give them freedom to daydream. Allah knows us truly.
馃摉 'Aisha RadhiAllahu 'anha narrated: Allah's noble Messenger Muhammad SallAllahu 'alaihi wa sallam said, "Whoever seeks the pleasure of Allah by displeasing the people, Allah will suffice him against the people. Whoever seeks the pleasure of the people by displeasing Allah, Allah will leave him to the patronage of the people."
Source: Sunan At-Tirmidhi 2414
Grade: Sahih (Authentic) according to Al-Albani
馃摉 Ibn Mas鈥檜d RadhiAllahu 'anhu narrated that he was harvesting toothsticks from an Arak tree and he had tiny shins. The wind blew and made him fall over, so people laughed at him. The Messenger of Allah SallAllahu 'alaihi wa sallam said, "What are you laughing at?" They said, 鈥淥 Prophet of Allah, at his tiny shins.鈥 The Prophet SallAllahu 'alaihi wa sallam said, "By the One (Allah) in Whose Hand is my soul, they will both be heavier on the Scale than the mountain of Uhud."
Source: Musnad Ahmed 3981
Grade: Sahih (Authentic) according to Ahmed Shakir
馃摉 Wathilah ibn Al-Asqa鈥 RadhiAllahu 'anhu narrated: Allah's noble Messenger Muhammad SallAllahu 'alaihi wa sallam said, "The Muslim is sacred to another Muslim: His life, his honor, and his wealth. The Muslim is the brother of another Muslim. He does not wrong him or betray him. Righteousness is here," and he pointed to his heart. The Prophet SallAllahu 'alaihi wa sallam said, "It is enough evil for a man to look down on his Muslim brother."
Source: Musnad Ahmed 15589
Grade: Hasan (Fair) according to Al-Haythami
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jupiterminingcorporation4 hours ago
Random thought:
People sometimes criticise selfie culture for not depicting people's true faces because when people take selfies, they change the angle of the shot to get their "best angle".
But the thing is, you're the only person who consistently looks at yourself directly at eye level, unless you happen across someone who is precisely the same height as you.
Someone who is shorter than you sees you from a lower angle. Someone who is taller than you sees you from a higher angle. Even when seated, people aren't directly at eye level with each other, because people's torsos are different lengths.
So saying that unless a photo is taken looking straight into a lens held directly in front of your face is a false representation of how you look is incorrect. Every angle is how you look from that angle. Every person you meet sees you differently depending on their angle of view.
Filters change the story, of course, but speaking about plain old photos changing the angle isn't the form of deception it's been made out to be be some. All it is is a different perspective on a face that does indeed have many different angles and facets to show the world and all the other faces it meets.
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cosmicrew4 hours ago
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lonelyfairyy5 hours ago
Me pregunto si los dem谩s se sienten s贸lidos en su piel
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sengamedurajesh6 hours ago
Questions: If I am not the body, mind and have to take the observer position always, it creates problems in my transactional world. How do I have to go about? Totally agree that being the observer should be our ultimate goal. And in my programming understanding / software-speak, my mind should be doing while (true) { observe(); }. What are some practical ideas that can be implemented /鈥
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selfdiscoverywarrior7 hours ago
Growing pains feel like old wounds ripping open again. You鈥檝e already experienced this pain. You鈥檝e already experienced this trauma. No matter what it is.
But you鈥檝e got experience, to overcome this pain for you鈥檝e already experienced it once before.
We aren鈥檛 afraid of newness; we are terrified of old pain.
Xo, B
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alovevigilante7 hours ago
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I get frustrated with the state of the world sometimes. And when I do, I jump on the treadmill (in my home) and yell, and get it out. I try not to bring it to people. But, sometimes I get triggered, and boy, do I let it go. I mean, I don鈥檛 leave any stone unturned. And if I do, I go back, and I edit, and I find more to be pissed about, and pretty soon, the whole world is told off.
Quite honestly? It may make me feel better in the moment, but that negative momentum that I created for myself has a way of sticking to me, and following my like a piece of nasty toilet paper that gets stuck to your shoe when you come out of the public bathroom, cause it wasn鈥檛 a place you wanted to hang out in, cause public restrooms usually aren鈥檛 usually a place to luxuriate in. And, in your haste, and unawareness to your negative thoughts, that stink energy toilet paper, doesn鈥檛 leave. And you track it around with you.
You know what I mean. I mean it is stuck. And you are not into people, and they鈥檙e feeling that, cause no matter what you think, everyone that鈥檚 observant, can. And they are too afraid to tell you, that you have a piece ass energy toilet paper that鈥檚 still stuck to your foot, cause they think you鈥檙e going to yell and scream. And you peed at 10am, and now you鈥檝e been walking around the office or wherever you end up during the day, all day, with the no good dirty rotten toilet paper. And you even brought that mess to Trader Joe鈥檚, and people felt you there too. And they side stepped your ass, cause you鈥檙e a crazy, mean person that has the ass energy stuck to the bottom of your shoe, and it stinks. And you even yelled at the old lady that crossed the street in front of your car too slow. And she flipped you off, cause she doesn鈥檛 play with that energy anymore because she鈥檚 smarter and too old to put up with that shit. And you come home and you open up your can of worms for dinner, and you say,鈥漬obody likes me everybody hates me...鈥 And you happen to look down, and you finally notice all that ass energy piece of toilet paper all jumbled up in the treads of your new shoes, and you look at your can of worms, and by now it鈥檚 really obvious, and you have a choice. And then you realize, 鈥淗oly shoot! All day long, I鈥檝e been traveling around with this piece of poop energy, and no one wanted to be near me, and the old lady told me to go to hell, and now I鈥檓 about to eat fish bait?! No! No! No! I won鈥檛 continue on this trajectory or I will! What will it be, Kari?!鈥
Well, I can start, by thinking myself better. Writing this piece, helped. I鈥檒l be back later. Until then, I think I鈥檒l share my worms with someone who actually appreciates them...
gone fishin...
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julygirl678 hours ago
Self Care is Not Selfish
We need to practice self care to feel calmer more aware of your needs and being fullfilled you can be stronger and empowered therefore be ok with others. If you dont take care of you, you can not give to anyone else. We can not run on empty or pour from an empty cup.
So are you getting sleep? If not here are some things you can do to helpwith insomnia or counting sheep.
1.Have tea a warm bath
2.Take magnesium before bed.聽
3.No meals 2 hours before bedtime聽
4. No social media either.
Your body. We often dont hold ourselves a priority becasue we always blow it off to care for everyone else. You need to make your needs a high priority.
1. Get a physical
2. Prepare your meals
3. Drink lots of water
4. Walk everyday
5. Meditate
get your finances in order. having money, knowing you can afford meals for family and just paying the rent or mortgage is important. Living beyond your means is not a good idea for a life of calmness and less stress.聽
Access your money. If you stick to your buget you should be a lot better than not being aware of how or where you spend. its sorta like being on a diet. We dont just eat what ever we want all the time, we have to focus on what we are chosing to eat and what we prepare to eat for all meals.
prepare each meal. prepaing a meal saves money. Also left overs are a great way to save money.
Pay bills on time. if you dont pay bills on time interests rates build up and you never ever catch up. I know that if you have 10,000 in credit card debt or more, with the interest rate, if you pay only 100 a month you will be paying double.
I know it isnt easyo to pay 500 a month in this economy. DO NOT USE CREDIT CARDS. CASH IS KING.
Building the right relationships. A close knit community with family first having boundries compasion empathy聽 is important. Building healthy stable uplifting relationships is important so if you are stressed sad down, you can think about spending time with people who make you laugh. Connect with your freinds and family. Pick up the phone send a letter or a card if you can not see them. Send time tlaking laughing sharing.
Self care is a choice so is Joy. Chose it! You are so worth it!
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seasurfacefullofclouds19 hours ago
Unstan Louis, you were shit today, unstan and leave him alone.
I wasn鈥檛 shit. I鈥檓 brilliant, thanks.
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nakunakunomi9 hours ago
Quiet Comfort - Nozel x Reader
So, I had a really *really* bad day today. I was going to work on requests, but I was simply too emotional. So I wrote this, as a little bit of self-comfort, and I decided I might as well share, maybe someone else finds some comfort in it too.
My brain has decided I love Nozel now, and while I fought it hard, I just had to give in. So without any further ado, enjoy this little piece.
2nd person. GN reader.
Warnings: bad day, bad mood, possible mental health issues, low self-esteem. Good ending for comfort feelings.
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It was one of those days. The kind where you wake up, and you just know something is going to go wrong. And then everything just goes wrong. No matter how hard you try, no matter how positive you try to be, the sinking feeling at the back of your mind won鈥檛 go away. The moment that first thing goes wrong, it just starts a domino effect, smaller inconveniences making your day increasingly difficult until the metaphorical bucket is full, and your literal eyes spill over.
There were just so many little things happening and nothing that could comfort you. You had your favorite food prepared for lunch, but the taste was off. You tripped and hit your elbow, and now your arm hurt when you tried to stretch it. Things were going wrong in so many ways that you were sure you did something to piss off some kind of supernatural being. It had to be.
You didn鈥檛 want to waste away the day in your bedroom, however big the temptation was. The idea of just putting your nightclothes back on and slipping between the sheets was tempting. The bed, where maybe your lover鈥檚 lingering scent would be enough to calm you down and make you feel safe as if everything was going to be okay.
But you were quite sure that the one that would unknowingly be providing that comfort would disapprove of your way of handling this. As devoted and loving Nozel Silva was around you, he still had his pride, work ethic, and family name, and expected you to uphold that as well. After all, you鈥檙e family too. Usually, you were quite good at it. The manners, the poise, the hard work,... Today, however, you just wanted to scream your lungs out and cry your eyes empty, dignity be damned.
You bit your lip and walked around a bit, focusing on your breathing as a means to calm down. It worked for a bit, enough to have you gather the courage to go to the captain鈥檚 office. You knew Nozel didn鈥檛 particularly like it when you interrupted his work, but you figured he wouldn鈥檛 be too mad if you didn鈥檛 speak. You just wanted to sit near him for a bit, you just wanted to feel better, and you were fairly certain that his presence was just what you needed.
However, when you knocked on the door and you heard him tell you to come in, all that resolve melted away. You stepped inside. He was sitting behind his desk, pen in hand, probably doing some paperwork. He tilted his head slightly, looking up at you with a curious face. It wasn鈥檛 your habit to interrupt his work. The moment his eyes met yours, you felt the hot tears sting at the corner of your eyes and you immediately looked down.
Too late, for Nozel was way too observant to miss that little detail.
鈥淵/n, what鈥檚-鈥
鈥淧lease...let me just sit here for a bit?鈥
Your voice was more quiet than normal, and you were still looking at your feet. Nozel didn鈥檛 immediately answer, further defeating whatever part of your brain thought it was a good idea to come over here when you were like this. You heard his chair scrape back, and the thought of him coming closer and inquiring about what had made you feel this way today was too much.
The first tear spilled over, and the others soon followed now that the dam was broken. You bit your lip, doing your best to hold back on the sobs as your shoulders trembled from the sheer effort. You were too focused on keeping it together to notice what Nozel was doing until you heard a lock click and felt two familiar hands on your shoulders.
Your body acted before your mind could even come up with a reason why you shouldn鈥檛, and you leaped forward, hugging Nozel close and crying in his chest, tears now streaming freely. You were doing your best to keep quiet, already inwardly berating yourself for being such a baby, for being so dramatic, for being so-
鈥淚t鈥檚 alright.鈥
His voice put an immediate halt to all those terrible intrusive thoughts before they could even take a darker turn. You choked out another sob, higher-pitched than the previous one, in sad confusion, and you sniffled.
鈥淲hatever it is. However long it takes. It will be alright.鈥
You couldn鈥檛 immediately form a response, but with the way he was holding you, rubbing soothing circles over your shoulders as you let out all the tears and with them all the frustrations and negative emotions for the day.
When the tears stopped flowing and your throat felt raw, you pulled back a little to make eye contact. Nozel鈥檚 eyes showed only concern, briefly interrupted by a bit of disgust when you wiped your cheeks and nose on your sleeve.
鈥淚 am sorry.鈥 You sounded tired, broken.
鈥淲hat for?鈥
鈥淐oming here,鈥 you started, feeling tears welling up again as you felt guilty, 鈥渋nterrupting your work. I know you don鈥檛-鈥 You hiccuped, another sob escaping, 鈥淚 know you don鈥檛 like me bothering you when you鈥檙e working. I鈥檓 sorry, I-鈥
A slender finger was gently placed over your lips, effectively shutting you up.
鈥淪top saying sorry. You will never be a bother to me.鈥
He took his finger away from your lips only to cup your cheek, tilting your face slightly so you had no choice but to look him in the eyes.
鈥淚 love you y/n. Whatever is plaguing your mind, whatever is bothering you, whatever has happened, there is nothing that will make me stop loving you.鈥
鈥淚 love you too鈥, you replied, voice still brittle, the sound barely above a whisper. 鈥淚 just鈥 really had to be with you.鈥
鈥淭hen I鈥檒l stay with you. As long as you need.鈥 He wiped away a few leftover tears, then kissed your cheek.
鈥淏ut your work..鈥, you started weakly, not really ready to make a compelling argument but not wanting to be a bother still.
鈥淵ou will always be more important.鈥
He took your hand, and gently led you to the couch, sitting down first so you could join after, making yourself comfortable leaning on his chest.
鈥淵ou don鈥檛 have to do this all alone鈥
鈥淭hank you鈥
鈥淒o you want to talk about it?鈥
You nodded, feeling the final tension slip away from your body.
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whumperfulart9 hours ago
A short one today! Thought Claude could use a heavy dose of low self-esteem.聽 And sorry if it seems rushed or the pacing is off 聽-Ghost CW/TW: Low Self-Esteem, Sensory deprivation, Manipulation/Gaslighting, Flashback(?), Panic attack, Feeling of drowning 鈥斺 Taglist:聽聽@tsoa-enthusiast , @princessofonward , @physicsfibber , 聽@whatwasmyprevioususername , @milk-carton-whump , @cowboy-anon {Want in on the taglist?} 鈥斺 -Idiot- Claude was back in the closet again. He told Mister Elijah he didn鈥檛 love him. Claude was an absolute idiot for yelling at his caretaker like that. Claude was stupid. He loved Mister Elijah with all his heart; no one in the world would put up with the pitiful person that Claude is but Mister Elijah. Though as he tried to explain himself, he was dragged by the hair and thrown into the closet. But this time was different, Mister Elijah wanted Claude to feel desperate, helpless without his caretaker around. Without a second thought, he tied up Claude, forced the kid to wear noise cancelling headphones with a blindfold. With his hearing and movement limited, Claude could only squirm hopelessly and call out for Mister Elijah with a pitiful whimper. 鈥淚-I鈥檓 sorry- Pl-Please! Mister E-Elijah! I love y-you! Don't leave me! I鈥檓 sorry!" Claude sniffled softly and attempted to squirm around in what little room he had, but the ropes hugging his ankles and wrists were eager to restrict his movements. As the ropes dug into his wrists, Claude placed his forehead against the closet door and whispered under his breath, 鈥淧-Please...I鈥檓 s-sorry鈥.鈥
The only thing that kept Claude company in this lonely prison was his heartbeat and his own thoughts, which were less than lovely. Stupid stupid stupid! Claude pulled his knees to his chest and whined, why was he so stupid? Mister Elijah has done so much for him but he鈥檚 so stupid that he fights back! Claude was a fool for believing he hated Mister Elijah. He was an idiot for saying mean things to his caretaker, like saying Mister Elijah was cruel, that he didn鈥檛 care about Claude鈥檚 wellbeing. But he sees clearly again! His caretaker is beyond kind! He makes Claude food every day, helps with baths, what else could Claude ask for? This man adores who Claude is! Hopeless. Claude was hopeless, even if he did escape, how would he return to a normal life? No one would accept him how he is now. A man who cries over a dumb broken crayon, a man who stutters as if his life depended on it, hell! A man who cared for a stuffed teddy bear as if it was a real living thing that could feel pain! But one person didn鈥檛 care how Claude acted. Mister Elijah. In fact, his behavior was encouraged by Elijah! To keep having tiny tea parties with Claude鈥檚 stuffed animals, to keep being emotional over the simplest of things. Claude gave a sad smile; he was accepted here. He wasn鈥檛 seen as weird or odd, he was seen as a precious thing that needed protecting. Weak. As time slugged by, Claude鈥檚 mind wandered through the memories during his time with his current caretaker. At first, the memories almost pleasant, sure he was frightened the first few days here but Mister Elijah rarely ever laid a hand on him with ill intent. Without warning, Claude鈥檚 heart began to race as his breathing turned stuttery and rapid, the gruesome memories overshadowed the pleasant ones by a mile. The blood and scars are something that will never fade from his mind, no matter how much he tried to suppress them. Claude鈥檚 chipped nails began scratching and clawing at the ropes as his chest tightened, it was like he could barely manage a single breath! Fear wrapped around his throat as he recalled the time that Mister Elijah almost drowned for not saying 鈥業 love you.鈥 Claude trembled as he felt like he was back there all over again, remembering the water filling his lungs as his vision began to blur from the lack of oxygen. Claude coughed till his chest began to hurt and his throat turned raw, he felt like he was going to drown! 鈥淓-Elijah!鈥 He cried out in desperation; he needed help; he didn鈥檛 want to die! Claude鈥檚 heartbeat was deafening, he squirmed and gasped for air, tears staining the blindfold he had on. Claude began to kick his legs and bang his head against the wall, crying out for his caretaker. Before he could do any damage to himself, the closet doors swung open and the blindfold covering Claude鈥檚 eyes was ripped off. Claude trembled and looked up, still hyperventilating. A shaky smile formed on his lips as he realized who was standing in front of him, he didn鈥檛 care how panicked he was, his savior was here! Claude flopped onto the ground and crawled his way to Mister Elijah as a caterpillar would. Grabbed by the shoulders and pushed upright, Claude held his breath, waiting for punishment or to be smacked around. But he was met face to face with Mister Elijah鈥檚 gentle gaze, worry swimming in his eyes. Mister Elijah swiftly removed the pink noise cancelling headphones and spoke in the most gentle tone he could manage, hoping not to intimidate Claude. 鈥淐laude- Claude listen to me carefully, just take a deep breath, okay?鈥 Claude hiccupped and nodded, attempting to follow instructions; he sucked in air through clenched teeth but quickly coughed as his lungs rejected the fresh air. He looked up at his caretaker with tearful eyes and cried, 鈥淐-Can鈥檛! H-help- I-鈥 Claude鈥檚 lip quivered as he suddenly gave a heartbreaking sob, shaking uncontrollably as he wailed hopelessly. Mister Elijah could only sigh softly as he began untying the ropes around the boy鈥檚 wrist and ankles, only to be surprised as Claude lunged forward and hugged Elijah for dear life. Claude sobbed endlessly as Mister Elijah ran a hand through Claude鈥檚 hair, cooing, 鈥淪hhh...It鈥檚 okay, darling...You鈥檙e safe. Just take a deep breath, hmm~? I鈥檓 here to protect you...Everything is okay...鈥 Claude buried his face into Mister Elijah鈥檚 cardigan and whimpered an almost inaudible plea, 鈥淪-Sorry- Stupid- Claude鈥檚 stupid...I-I love you- D-Don鈥檛 hurt me鈥︹ Rocking side to side, Mister Elijah carefully placed a delicate kiss on Claude鈥檚 forehead and smiled softly, 鈥淚 won鈥檛, cupcake. You learned your lesson, right?鈥 Claude nodded, 鈥淣gh- Yes鈥︹ Satisfied with the answer, Mister Elijah smiled joyfully, 鈥淭hen I won鈥檛 hurt you! I will never hurt you unless you deserved it, sweetheart. You know this already!鈥 Claude hiccupped, that鈥檚 right. He did know that. How could he possibly forget? Claude clung onto Elijah, his loud sobbing has turned into gentle but stuttery breaths. He's tired now...
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fucked-up-stoner-cutie9 hours ago
I wish I saw what you saw....I wish when I saw a picture or looked in the mirror I didn't rip myself to shreds...I wish I loved myself...
The fucked up part, I dont even hate myself...I hate my body....I hate how I look...I LOVE who I am as a person...
I wish I could see the beauty everyone says I have...I wish I could take compliments. I wish i could believe my husband when he says he is attracted to me...Because all I can think of when someone says im attractive in any "But why? Im so fat and gross, why are you lying to me?" Or "Im just a fetish..I wish being plus sized wasnt just a fetish."
Now logically, I know my husband means what he says, i know people are genuine in their comiments...I understand they mean what they say...
I just strongly strongly disagree...I wish I didn't
Ill get there one day...
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princesslily10 hours ago
I wanted to share something that I did recently in my life
Recently I made the decision to cut of all but two of my friends.
I feel so free, I have cut off years of emotional and mental abuse and decided to choose myself !
I realised not everyone deserves access to me.
It might not sound so amazing but if you have been in an abusive relationship for a long time and left I'm sure you know the euphoric feeling of being free.
I've been so productive, like a weight has lifted off my shoulders. I've gotten almost all of my pending school work done, that I couldn't before cause I would be mentally exhausted from 'them' so much that I couldn't attempt to learn anything after but now I'm on the path of getting more honours and A's!
It's so interesting to see the effects that mental abuse can have on you first hand, since I've left them, I lost excess weight, my skin is bright and clear, I no longer crave certain foods, my mental capacity is way better and the aches in my body have left!
Now I have been focusing on my studies, pilates/yoga, work, enjoying and improving my life and persuing my goal to read 2 books a month.
My two picks for this month are 1984 by George Orwell and Your beauty mark by Dita Von Teese which I probably will want to read again馃槀
I've also opted for podcasts and occasional music rather than YouTube videos and other social media for entertainment.
That's all for now
Stay hot and unbothered 馃挆
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