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What is the Asian equivalent of a wigger, is there a word?

High blood pressure starving alcoholic saves his sleep with this one simple trick

I know I am getting old because rainforest sounds are entirely changing my sleeping patterns.

When investors come to us, we almost always see the same three mistakes: 1. Taking unnecessary risk Often from overconcentration or lack of proper diversification 2. Missing the true drivers of market returns Following “experts” instead of understanding where returns actually

Envy eclipses every sin because it is never honest, it hides behind principle and judgment, the most elusive of transgressions, endlessly renamed, critique, discernment, moral clarity. Greed seizes, lust announces its hunger, jealousy alone borrows the robes of virtue.

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A thousand stabs to the abdomen, a hundred arrows to the spine and liver

If life wounds indiscriminately, then the only worthwhile goal is to wound it back. All ambitions pale beside the single serious project, to take revenge against existence itself.

I watched Keeper and fell in love with the monsters’ design, I just wish it was a different story, cast, director, cinematographer, just an entirely different project with the monster designs

"I Don't Know Who This B*tch Is": Chris Pratt Shares Scathing Assessment Of AI "Actress" Tilly Norwood https://t.co/qaoSgGYaMY

Osgood Perkins has to be the most soulless filmmaker currently alive after Luca Guadagnino

The new Silent Hill film was so hilariously terrible I had to rewatch this masterpiece, great performance from Radha Mitchell

Moving to a small seaside town to focus on being miserable

I don’t have it in me, and you don’t have it in you, and we don’t have it in us

They are inventing new instruments just to weep for you

You are going to be broken and broken until there’s nothing left in you to break

@bryan_johnson A woman loses her husband and children to famine, she comes to a ruined temple and begins sweeping it daily, though no one comes. When asked why, she says, “Even if the gods have abandoned this place, it should still be clean.”

Sometimes I have mean thoughts, really mean thoughts about other people, then I remember prophet Mohammed’s story about a prostitute who entered paradise not by purity or repentance, but by lowering herself into a well to fill her shoe with water and give it to a dying dog.

Where is Jordan Peterson

The poet whom Cioran deemed “The saddest of all poets” has been debased to such depths, pandering to the whims and vanities of insipid men and women. As if her death were not tragic enough, they must exhume her remains merely to parade her corpse.

We are not masters of our destiny, and the Gods look down at us with disdain.

It’s genuinely heartbreaking how Emily Brontë spent her final year before death refusing treatment for Tuberculosis, and reading the few negative reviews of Wuthering Heights believing that she failed at everything, while this is turned into a billion dollars wine-mom pornslop.