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Have a Nuptse for daily winter wear. I like it because it's light and serves me well with just t shirt underneath from \~30-50 F for walking around the city (I just leave it open on warmer days) It's old and looking to replace it (don't want another Nuptse, I got mine ages ago before it became so widespread) I tried the Fitz Roy, love how it looks (somewhat similar to the Nuptse) but I started sweating (armpits) in the Patagonia store instantly.. which is wild bc its much lighter and looks so delicate compared to the Nuptse I walked in with. But perhaps that's a good thing for outside, not sure? The Nuptse felt roomier and breathable on the inside for sure.. I felt air c...

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Before the horrors that took place at that hotel, my friends and I had been urban explorers. We had visited several abandoned malls, factories, and entire abandoned neighborhoods. We didn’t do it for money or for valuables that were left behind; we simply enjoyed seeing these structures that seemed to be completely abandoned at a moment's notice. Factories that still had machinery that hadn’t been moved since closing, malls with long abandoned stores with objects that had been left to gather dust.  My two other friends were actually a couple, and I was their eternal third wheel, but we all had fun together. Merrisa and Justin had been together since pretty much kindergarten, and...

I see the faces behind those headlights. Nobody else heralds their subtle grins, knowing glares, or pursuant, angered growls with the same terrified appreciation that I do. That might be the worst part. Not the feeling of being crushed inside their cab, not tension’s invisible dagger digging into the small of my back as they pass, not even the paranoia at their penetrating stares. No, what eats at me is their ability to conceal it all behind their shiny aluminum frames, how their innocence is presupposed. They know this- they know that I know, and they know that no one else does. They chastise me with automotive hauntings, all the while those blessed to know ignorance’s cocooning melody ...

(This story contains self harm and strong language.) (This is my favorite story I've written and would love to know what all you folks think of it.) The wholesome sound of gravel crushed and grinded beneath my feet. I was sure my cheap shoes would be worn down by the time I left for home. It was autumn and as I walked I kept my nose tucked under my green plaid scarf and my hands in the pockets of my cheap blue wool jacket. The woods seem packed tight, as if the trees were people in a busy town, walking to their jobs and/or back home after a long day at work. Home to their families. My lips curl up, and my face turns red, as I begin to cry, the woods not doing anything to comfort me. ...

Muggy heat makes my clothes stick to me. The sensation had grown familiar. My horse shakes his mane for what must be the one thousandth time. His coat is sleek with sweat and the terrain is becoming more difficult to navigate. The tall oaks of my home were starting to give way to trees that hung their leaves low. The greenery was overwhelming, and the only thing that took my mind off the overall discomfort. Our group started out fifty strong, but had quickly shrunk down to thirty. They hadn’t been true believers after all. Our matron would be shaking her head at them. The pantheon’s protection wouldn’t keep them safe forever. Some of the hired company had fled as well. The wasted coin...

I see the faces behind those headlights. Nobody else heralds their subtle grins, knowing glares, or pursuant, angered growls with the same terrified appreciation that I do. That might be the worst part. Not the feeling of being crushed inside their cab, not tension’s invisible dagger digging into the small of my back as they pass, not even the paranoia at their penetrating stares. No, what eats at me is their ability to conceal it all behind their shiny aluminum frames, how their innocence is presupposed. They know this- they know that I know, and they know that no one else does. They chastise me with automotive hauntings, all the while those blessed to know ignorance’s cocooning melody ...

I woke up in a dream, not knowing I was dreaming. The first thing I knew was that we were partying for New Year’s. We had weed, and I was the one in charge of preparing it. There were a lot of people there — new friends, old friends, even family. We smoked for a while, some stuff happened, people were singing, and others were on some kind of game-screen feature, competing for crowd screams. One of them even lost their clothes. After a while, I made some chocolate with the weed. We ate some, but then we had to hide it because my aunt came in. She was showing the house to someone, and eventually she found the chocolate and wanted a piece. Me and someone else tried to stop her, and...

So this is a last resort thing. 4 cats 2 of them are my childhood cats that live at my parents and the other 2 are with me in my apartment. P & W(14. brothers. never separated. at parents house) RL (girlfriends cat, will square up but eventually will love the other cat) (took months to get RL and Trap to tolerate each other, she was 1st aggressive and now she loves him) Trap (4 year old menace who wants to play with other cats but gets irritated easy) (not aggressive tho, more of a baby) the 2 that i’ve had since a kid have never been separated and don’t do well with other animals. they are 14 now. one has pancreatic flare ups and the other guy has TERRIBLE anxiety and is...

So close I can taste it babeyyyy!!! My advice in what to prioritize, in order, so far, if you’re trying to level up fast: - Most of Moorland, excluding the new horse that comes in - Ydris’ circus intro — XP galore!!! - Chicken/tumbleweed races at Starshine Ranch - All first races EXCEPT for lungeing - Main story - Silverglade (minus clockmaker) - Marley’s as soon as it shows up - Valedale first few runestone quests - Silverglade Manor, minus the thing with the girl that rides the lippizanner - Championship quests - Racetrack/Northlink If you have extra time, these are worth looking at: -Clockmaker -Some of Fort Pinta (South Hoof setup, especially, it gives a small bit more XP) -Va...

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I see the faces behind those headlights. Nobody else heralds their subtle grins, knowing glares, or pursuant, angered growls with the same terrified appreciation that I do. That might be the worst part. Not the feeling of being crushed inside their cab, not tension’s invisible dagger digging into the small of my back as they pass, not even the paranoia at their penetrating stares. No, what eats at me is their ability to conceal it all behind their shiny aluminum frames, how their innocence is presupposed. They know this- they know that I know, and they know that no one else does. They chastise me with automotive hauntings, all the while those blessed to know ignorance’s cocooning melody ...

So we took in a stray December last year, she was hanging around our home and was extremely thin and sick looking, so we started feeding her and leaving water out. Then she kept trying to get inside, so we asked around and no-one owned her. We got her checked and she had no microchip but was desexed. So we took her in and posted on lost animal groups on fb. Her old owners contacted us and said we could keep her. She is 4 years old, had 1 litter of kittens at around 12mths old and was on the street for about 5 months. She has since been vaccinated, chipped, registered, flea and worm treated and has gained a bunch of weight. She's now happy and healthy. We named her Freyja. She lived in o...

I usually make pixel art but I decided to give PicoCAD a shot. My first model made in PicoCAD and texture drawings aseprite! The Stop N' Slop convenience store was loosely based off an old 711 I used to go to when I was younger. Feedback welcome!

If I would have known this was going to be my last day alive I would have smoked that last cigarette. Now let me start off by saying it came very fast, a mere blink of an eye. Then I was awake. The earth had stopped, completely, no rotation, no night day cycle, everything was still. As was I, for the next 5 days, I stood frozen at my open kitchen window, mid day sun shining on my pale skin. I wanted to scream, cry, yell, anything, but I was stuck. It was as if I was made of stone. Eventually I was able to move my eyes, just from side to side at first, then up and down. With this I was able to see, I wasn't the only one frozen, everything around me was, birds paused in mid flight, trees ...

I am in the process of restoring this car, cosmetically it’s in pretty bad shape. I don’t know exactly how old the wrap is but I’d say at least 10 years. It has been stored outside for a long time. I’ve been quoted $750 to remove it which seems fair to me but the paint’s probably gonna be toast right?

I see the faces behind those headlights. Nobody else heralds their subtle grins, knowing glares, or pursuant, angered growls with the same terrified appreciation that I do. That might be the worst part. Not the feeling of being crushed inside their cab, not tension’s invisible dagger digging into the small of my back as they pass, not even the paranoia at their penetrating stares. No, what eats at me is their ability to conceal it all behind their shiny aluminum frames, how their innocence is presupposed. They know this- they know that I know, and they know that no one else does. They chastise me with automotive hauntings, all the while those blessed to know ignorance’s cocooning melody ...

Im a customer, so im sorry for intruding on your space, but I have crippling anxiety and depression, and most of the time I don’t know what’s a big deal and what I’ve catastrophized. I made a return in store of a used blanket that was target brand, so I returned it a couple days before the 365th day. It was definitely used and had some damage, I know how much you guys **** that, so I assume you’ll automatically **** me, go on I **** myself even more 😞. I could not find the cloth case it came in, so I only had the blanket and the wrap around tag. That receipt had another (same) blanket on it that was also used that I had returned the day before. I wanted to return both blankets t...

I went out late this morning to finally grab some groceries. I hadn’t eaten anything besides stale cereal and a hard piece of toast that had been sitting on my countertop for a day. I figured I’d drive to the store, get out of the house, feel like a person again. I slid into the driver’s seat, turned the key, and got a dry, grinding croak from the engine. Tried again. Same throat clearing sound. The lights on the dash flickered like they were trying to wake up but couldn’t commit. I just sat there staring at the steering wheel, feeling like it owed me something. Maybe the battery finally tapped out. Or the alternator. I don’t know. I’m not good with cars. All I knew was the thing...