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>is that a Silmaril?
New ring, whaddya think?
>whoa, very nice
Picked it up from Eregion yesterday
>good coloring
That's ruby. And the lettering is called Sindar Rail
>It's very cool Grisnakh, but that's nothing.
>look at this.
>mithril, with Quenya type
>what do you think?
Nice.
>Jesus. This is really super. How'd a goblin like you get so tasteful?
>I can't believe Gothmog prefers Ugluk's ring to mine
>but wait. You ain't seen nothing yet. Blue sapphire, gold band, Noldor.
Impressive. Very nice... Let's see Sauron's ring.
>Look at that subtle off-gold coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. Oh my God, it even has a watermark
 
“Listen, what about dinner?” I say, casually changing subjects.
“How about that Indian-Californian place on the Upper West Side?” Hamlin suggests.
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I’m on the verge of tears by the time we arrive at Pastels since I’m positive we won’t get seated but the table is good, and relief that is almost tidal in scope washes over me in an awesome wave. At Pastels McDermott knows the maitre d’ and though we made our reservations from a cab only minutes ago we’re immediately led past the overcrowded bar into the pink, brightly lit main dining room and seated at an excellent booth for four, up front. It’s really impossible to get a reservation at Pastels and I think Van Patten, myself, even Price, are impressed by, maybe even envious of, McDermott’s prowess in securing a table. After we piled into a cab on Water Street we realized that no one had made reservations anywhere and while debating the merits of a new Californian-Sicilian bistro on the Upper East Side—my panic so great I almost ripped Zagat in two—the consensus seemed to emerge. Price had the only dissenting voice but he finally shrugged and said, “I don’t give a shit,” and we used his portaphone to make the reservation. He slipped his Walkman on and turned the volume up so loud that the sound of Vivaldi was audible even with the windows halfway open and the noise of the uptown traffic blasting into the taxi. Van Patten and McDermott made rude jokes about the size of Tim’s dick and I did too. Outside Pastels Tim grabbed the napkin with Van Patten’s final version of his carefully phrased question for GQ on it and
 
This was a terrible, terrible tragedy and my heart goes out to their families. We can at least take solace in the fact that they were warned before the implosion occurred that the hull was about to experience catastrophic failure and they were thus fully aware of their imminent and instantaneous deaths, and were actively trying to escape this horrific fate because we know they dropped their ballasts in a futile attempt to frantically ascend to the surface. Pure, visceral fear and helplessness was surely felt by all. In fact, they undoubtedly could acoustically hear the hull delaminating in real time, regardless of the warning system. I can picture it in my brain. Imagine the camera panning up to the 19 year old's face as he looks to his father in their final moments of absolute existential dread. Cut to dolly track close up of Stockton Rush initiating the ballast release function, possibly screaming, we'll have to brainstorm that shot. Cut to outside the vessel with a full view of the implosion, minimal to no music or score playing for full effect. Anyways terrible tragedy heart goes out to families
 
Ocean explorer, have I ever told you about my former fiancé, Caledon Hockley? He once took me on a luxurious trip aboard the most majestic vessel created by man. A great man of many virtues and success, he used to pamper me and shower me with expensive gifts, basically treating me like a Queen. Oh, he loved me so very dearly and with utter loyalty, this made me hate his guts and thus I was even considering suicide just to escape from his kindness and affection. I showed him how grateful I was by cheating on him with a poor lower-class bum, who hadn't taken a bath in month and had achieved nothing of worth in his entire life. After spreading my legs for him, I watched him die horribly in freezing water, from the comfort of a piece of wood that had room for two but that I kept only for myself. I'm telling you this, because even though I've only known this bum for a couple of days and I now have a loyal husband, loving children and grandchildren, even to this day, the thrill of cheating with a dirty no-gooder just to spite Cal and watching the life escape from his eyes as his body shut down from agonizing hypothermia is still the best memory of my life and still gives my old vagina shivering tingles. I stole one of Cal's most valuable diamond necklaces, but not before leaving him a gratuitous letter filled with poisonous insults, and after we made it back to shore, I never talked to him again. Cal killed himself shortly afterwards due to financial distress. Although the diamond necklace is still to this day worth an immense fortune and holds significant historical value for you, I just threw it in the ocean on a whim 5 minutes ago. Did you know it belonged to the great King Louis XVI? I can't imagine the trouble Cal went through just to obtain it for me. He was a good fiancé.
 
If the sub didn’t implode I’d imagine the passengers are probably in the early stages of carbon monoxide poisoning right now and are panicking. There’s a non zero chance they might have started killing each other to preserve oxygen just a bit longer. Either way if the sub is on the bottom of the ocean it will take weeks or even months to recover so no hope of survival. Their only shot is if the sub resurfaced and is drifting on the ocean surface somewhere. But if that’s the case it’s going to be incredibly hard to spot since it’s white and must have drifted close to a 100 miles away by now.
 
I think it is a mistake analyzing the messaging about True Crime too specifically. Yes you're right it is simple, elegant imo but simple because there is a bigger universal point about how how individuals in the modern techno-economy are incentivized to pimp out their personal trauma and history. just look at a cottage industry sector like asian-american poetry and I'm sure you can imagine the performative artifice that keeps the wheels turning.
You'll recall at the beginning the lad just wanted to make a film about a man that protects eggs as the last guardian against the commodification of nature. I'll spare you the rant but yeah I know I'm overselling it, I'm just taken aback how many hated it in such a dismal season yet few express having understood it, mostly seething about blacks
 
Imagine being a Hamilton fan right now. You've been so smug about Hamilton being the best because nobody could prove he wasn't.
You could scoff at anyone saying Max was better because you knew he wasn't gonna be close anyway.
Then suddenly people start talking about there being an actual title fight, you think your hero is gonna prove you right and then.. he starts losing again and again, being completely outclassed.
You start actively denying reality, claiming his car must be slower even when races like Monza, Russia and Turkey prove the opposite.
Everytime things start looking good for your guy, everytime things start looking bad for Max, it just turns around and Max is ahead again.
Max qualifies bad? He takes the lead in turn 1. Max has a bad start? He undercuts from 5 seconds away. Max has no teammate to back him up while Bottas is left to slow him down? Max already passed Hamilton can't get closer. Max' tyre explodes? Hamilton fails to turn left. Max gets punted into the fucking wall twice in a row? He just retakes the lead after summer break ends, like it's no big deal.
Even with the proven slower car Max then wins it all in the end. And now there's a third season of humiliation coming.
It must be absolutely maddening.
 
the last time i watched this movie i was a kid who had a crush on Peter Pan
but now i see who the real heartthrob is
 
howw hes looking me after he say he dont care anything about me
 
how he looks at me everytime after saying he doesnt care about me
 
its a different type of pain when you have to get over someone that u never date
 
PhuHo4:
i learn that the hảd way.

here is the biggest mistake u can make as a guy
overly investing yourself into a girl that doesn't want you
putting the goals and ambition aside to keep them in your life
never depend on someone to give you happiness
i've made that mistake so many times in my life
be better than me
learn to be happy on your own
a girl should add happieness, not be the reason for it
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ưhen i ửok 3 jobs to basically just survive and i see a 20yr old in a bmw living their best life
 
Bodoicusam:
Damn fuho, you need to go to see doctor bro. You talked with yourself for 14 pages.
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Yên tâm nha mày, tao có đọc sách tâm lý học nhìn đời rõ ràng lắm, cảm ơn quan tâm của mày hêhee.

I learn to prepare for the future without anyone caring about me.
 
me deciding my life philosophy:
daoism, nihilism, absurdism, determinism ...
stoicism !
 
i asked my heart why cant i sleep at night

heart replied:
because you slept in the afternoon, dont act like u re in love
 
all women are manipulative sociopath & self-serving narcissists ... just pick the emotionally intelligent one that wants to build with u and move on
 
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