Areo Thomas

Location: Gran Canaria Stay strong chads, you will retire your generation. You survived the dump, 🫵 deserve the pump $ETH, $XRP, $BTC

@Laila_fa123 @nikharami @Kalshi 😂

@nikharami @Kalshi That’s a foolish question; it would lose its liquidity and become worthless, with no one trading it.

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@WhiteWhaleLabs Write the whole book WW, only giving the people snippets of the biography every now and then is wicked work lol

Yesterday I Lost The Most Influential Person In My Life One minute you’re arguing with avatars on CT, and the next you’re getting a hysterical phone call from the wife of your oldest friend. I didn’t even recognize her number. The call was so frantic I couldn’t understand anything she was trying to say. I almost hung up, thinking it was some kind of prank call, until she handed the phone to their 10-year-old son and he said: “We just found my dad on the floor and he won’t wake up.” Let’s rewind. I was a troubled child. I faced a good amount of challenges in my youth, many of which I simply did not possess the tools to handle at the time. I ended up being a “child of the system,” shipped off to government-run facilities for delinquents. Which, naturally, only made me even more angry at the world. I was not on a good path. I felt as if I had been abandoned by every adult I once believed cared about me. And then along came one of the teachers at the facility, which operated its own independent high school. He taught computer lab, and from an early age I had always been into computers. Even though he was only a little over 10 years older than me, he felt like a father figure. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that his hair turned grey in his early 20s. Or maybe it was because he was simply an old soul. He introduced me to some of the best music of the era. In fact, one of my favorite bands, Styx, I discovered because of him. Years later, as an adult, I traveled to go see Styx in concert. At the end of the performance, the band was throwing various items out to the crowd. Keychains. Memorabilia. Random relics of the night. Then Tommy Shaw picked up a drumstick and chucked it into the crowd. I barely saw it coming, but instinctively reached up and caught it in one hand as if I were some ancient Greek god capturing a lightning bolt. When I got home, I promptly mailed it to my friend. I wanted him to have this, as just a small token of my appreciation. Back to life in the facility. He petitioned the powers that be to make me his assistant and actually give me an hourly wage. That was not something that had ever been done before. I was thrilled. It got me out of the dorm on weekends, and we got to work setting up a Windows NT network for the entire facility, which I still refer to as Neanderthal Technology. I always had a creative mind, and what started as an assignment for English class quickly turned into a 15-year-old version of myself working on writing a novel. My English teacher, who I found out years later my friend was secretly dating at the time, submitted the first chapter to a regional university for a writing contest they were hosting. Much to my surprise, I received notice that my submission had won first place. The university had planned an awards ceremony but being in the custody of a detention center I never dreamed I would actually be able to attend. Until my friend once again petitioned the powers that be for permission to take me. The higher-ups finally agreed, telling him that both he and the English teacher would take me, that I had to stay in uniform the entire time, and that if I escaped, he would be held fully responsible. The facility uniforms weren’t as bad as the typical adult prison uniforms we see on TV. But they stood out like a sore thumb. I was so embarrassed by the idea of going to a university, getting up in front of a crowd, accepting an award, and reading an excerpt from my submission while wearing that uniform that I almost didn’t want to go. But my desire to get a break from life inside outweighed my fear. The evening of the event, I walked through the gates with my friend, my English teacher, and a guard who very clearly thought all of this was a bad idea. He escorted us to the parking lot, gave us one last look, and shook his head before watching us climb into my friend's car and drive off. We began the hour-or-so journey to the university, and then my friend pulled into a gas station. I immediately started wondering what was happening. The instructions were very clear. Straight there. Straight back. No stops. My friend got out, opened the trunk, and pulled out a plastic garment bag with a suit inside. Just my size. He handed it to me and said: “Take this. Go in the bathroom and change. I’m not going to let you receive this award wearing your uniform.” And the tears are streaming down my face even as I write this. That was the kind of man he was. Experiencing true love and support at that stage of my life completely changed me. I started to believe in myself. I started to dream. I started to imagine that maybe my life did not have to end the way it had begun. Over the next 30 years I was able to maintain a friendship with this man who - probably more than anyone else in my life - influenced the path I eventually took. I don’t know how to properly wrap up a life like his in a post. I don’t know how to make words big enough for a man who saw a broken kid in a detention facility and treated him like he was still worth investing in. But I do know this. There are people in this world who change the entire trajectory of another human being simply by refusing to see them as a lost cause. He was that person for me. He gave me dignity when I had none. He gave me belief before I knew how to believe in myself. He gave me a suit when the world told me I only deserved a detention uniform. And I will carry that with me for the rest of my life. Rest easy, my friend. I love you, and I miss you more than words could ever describe. And as I promised you years ago, I’ll be watching out for your wife and son. I’ll make sure they’re okay. 🫡 From the depths — The White Whale 🐋

@ginger_nug @Worldofvox How bro lol

@Worldofvox Time to beat mfs 1:07.91

Voxel Vortex single player is now live. worldofvoxel.space Have fun. Will be pushing more maps and updates throughout the day today ❤️

@Worldofvox 🔥🔥🔥

@Worldofvox Gvox

Gvox!

@Worldofvox 🔥🔥🔥

Voxels Vortex

@Worldofvox Take your time…

Multiplayer nearly rendered. Looking to be live today.

@Worldofvox 🔥🔥🔥

Test test. Pow pow.

@Worldofvox Nice tech, but it’s hard AF. Perhaps tweek the accelaration

To solidify the launch of $vox. Theres $400 usdc up for grabs. All you have to do is be the high scorer. The leaderboard table will be live in 10 minutes. Enter your names as your x usernames so its easy to identify the winner. Good luck and please let us know any bugs you encounter. ❤️

@MilkMoneyBot @zinc_cash @WhiteWhaleLabs Well done Milk

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@cagiago_ 😂😂😂

Mf heard about the fights at Madrid and wants to join in on the action 😭

@BarkingPuppy8 @tripleK31 @PuppyCoinOnSol Fullport to AMC

@tripleK31 @PuppyCoinOnSol Might do that.

Gm pack Sundays are for family, friends… and dogs. 🐶❤️ Enjoy the day, recharge your batteries and remember why we’re here: Helping dogs. Supporting shelters. 🐾 $PUPPY @BarkingPuppy8

@BarkingPuppy8 @wiseard @PatriotGrog You going to fullport to another token Kev?

@wiseard @PatriotGrog Interesting - same profile picture I was hacked from 🤔 But enjoy your time with my “likeness” I’m done.

@WhiteWhaleLabs Still the GOAT. Cheers WW

For those of you who have given me the space to grow, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for letting me evolve publicly. For cheering me on even after I fumble. For not reducing me to my worst single moment or my least polished version. I know I'm not perfect. I know I’ve had to learn some lessons the hard way, in the spotlight. But the people who have stayed kind, patient, and supportive through that process mean more to me than I probably say enough. I appreciate you. More than you know. 🫡 From the depths — The White Whale 🐋

@GalianoTiramani Wing it bro lol

What drives WW? You were never going to leave this space, even during your sabbatical we knew you’ll be back. Might be wrong but I doubt you’re still here for the money. Perhaps it’s to impart wisdom to the people… however as you’ve experienced firsthand, this space is generally toxic and even among your closest supporters you still seemed… alone.

Do You Want A 1-on-1 Call With Me? Over the past year, thousands of people have slid into my DMs asking for 1-on-1 time. Sometimes it’s about their portfolios. Sometimes it’s beginner advice. Sometimes it’s just wanting to talk through a challenge and get an honest outside perspective. So I’m going to pick one person for a free call. It won’t cost you anything. I’m not going to sell you anything. There’s no hidden catch or agenda. Just drop a comment below and tell me why you’d like to talk. You get an hour of my time. I get a chance to connect on a more personal level with someone in my audience. Win/win. 🫡 From the depths — The White Whale 🐋

@solana @helius @toly If anyone has some spare devnet SOL I could use ~5.5. The public faucets are so slow. 🙏❤️ Builders gotta build. HKdctib7dA7WAoHTJZ69BAL2YK8WktngsfWMgt2ZovHf

@Kalshi Retail needs to grow tf up

BREAKING: Michael Saylor’s "Strategy" sold $2.5M worth of Bitcoin

@Gcodegotaswitch @WhoisFeenix @mymixtapez @grok 😂😂😂

@WhoisFeenix @mymixtapez @grok Grok say u aint got no money broke ass nigga💀

High school couple is going viral after bringing $200k to prom. 🤯

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