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@Bonecondor @0xMerp if one can't do a difficult thing (voluntarily) for one's own sake how much does one really care for oneself?

@0xMerp Who cares? I mean it. Who fucking cares? there is no cheering crowd at the finish line who will hand you a medal and say “wow you did it the hard way, good job!” similarly, you’re not at the injector’s house, so genuinely, who fucking cares?

Wake up at 6 am, go to the gym Eat nothing but lean protein and simple carbs and vegetables for the next 12 hours Go to the gym again at 6 pm Eat more lean protein Go in the sauna Do this 5x per week for 6 months and then tell me that you can’t do it naturally

@shakiXBT ah a fellow cinephile

@socrypt Taste of Cherry and Perfect Days? great fucking taste

Update: Taste of Cherry The Place Beyond the Pines Before Sunset Talk to Her Perfect Days Volver

@blknoiz06 the protestant work ethic

why are cities in japan so much cleaner than large us cities like new york?

gonna embarrass post real quick: reaching out if any homies know of any protocols/crypto cos that might be hiring

Guy with no genuine friendships would like you to know that socializing sucks

@ExaltedFoks Yo I signed up a couple days for that too was barely able to get in 6 miles today (heaving im ngmi)

Have a half marathon in three weeks. Be honest if this was 70% effort how fucked am I

At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully. Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her. The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter “written” by the doll saying “please don’t cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures.” Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka’s life. During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable. Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned. “It doesn’t look like my doll at all,“ said the girl. Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: "my travels have changed me.” the little girl hugged the new doll and brought her happy home. A year later Kafka died. Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written: “Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way.”

If I wrote someone a love poem, got rejected and then found out they had framed it in their house I would genuinely walk into the nearest revolutionary dissident meetup and ask to be turned into an instrument of God’s vengeance

even as a child i knew i wanted a cigarette

No more.

These are the descendants of the original Christians --as well as the original Israelites. Some are Catholic, some are Orthodox, a few are Protestant.

@HonuIsATurtle @Slumfy1 😭😭😭😭😭

Saylor says Stretch and CT asks "How wide?"

Try again sir

@adreon @CabronElBufon Im down af

@socrypt how bout you come to austin for a week and @CabronElBufon and I will give you the run around at onnit

guess i'll do whatever sensible man does after a break up sign up for races and run for as many miles as it takes until i learn something

@listendestro Doing half only done it once before

@socrypt how far we racing? 10k? 1/2?

@listendestro Could really use his advice rn

Real Rick hours who up?

@ExaltedFoks what of suffering of the heart foks

Physical suffering, like hunger or being cold, is mostly fine as long as you know when it will end. Only when there’s no end in sight does it become truly unbearable