I don’t even know what I should write… like come on, what the…
Like if I wasn’t lucky those could have been my parents.
I don’t even know what I should write… like come on, what the…
Like if I wasn’t lucky those could have been my parents.
Not giving a single F about anything.
I wish I could return to the state I was during pre birth. I have been given a small time frame of giving f’s though until I will return to that state I desire to be in.
In about 50 years if nothing out of my control wipes me out I will return to being non existent.
Thinking about this makes me wonder, I havent given a single f since the big bang and now I am thrown on to a globe and a large handful of people passively forcing me to do. I have to be. I never had the option to not be. Lets see where this goes
I only use cat 7, it says cat 7 on the Orange cable
The chances are so low it’s just insane that it’s legal.
Imagine standing in front of 10 doors and opening 1 with a few million dollars. Heck, you’d be suprised that 1:10 is already hard. Now imagine 1:100 Now imagine 1:1000 Now imagine 1:10000
Now imagine the odds of lottery lol.
Good luck though. Someone is gonna win though so… might be you.
Frankly this is correct
Imagine losing to someone even though you are rich.
If I had all that money I’d just have more than Jeff. Honestly this is a no brainer. I wouldnt want to be second richtet person. Either richest person or nothing at that point.
Id just give away all the money and retire. Better thsn only being second
Probably Warcraft and Starcraft because I grew up playing Warcraft and Starcraft BW. It never gets old to me.
It’s interesting because people are people and it doesn’t matter where you are born.
If you look at it from a birds eye view you will see a younger, smart generation trying to fight it’s own governments.
It’s not USA vs China vs Russia vs Europe etc. it is the younger generation vs the old generation. Currently each generation is fighting it’s own government and slowly realising how poor they have done in the last decades.
Nobody wants war.
Are you guys not happy for them?
Autumn really does have an intoxicating allure, doesn’t it? Those foggy mornings wrap everything in a thick blanket of mystery, where the world feels muted and hushed. As the sun sinks lower, the shadows stretch and twist, creating dark corners that seem to hold secrets—and maybe something more sinister.
When the nights grow longer, there’s an electric tension in the air, a feeling that something is lurking just out of sight. The leaves crunch beneath your feet, each step echoing like a heartbeat, while the lake lies still, a dark mirror that reflects not just the fading light, but the whispers of things that hide in the depths.
As the chill settles in, it’s easy to imagine figures moving just beyond your vision, lurking in the fog. The beauty of the season mingles with a creeping sense of unease, as if the very air is thick with stories waiting to unfold—tales of things that thrive in the dark, where the line between the living and the shadows blurs. Isn’t it fascinating how autumn invites that darker side to play?