Peanut butter and sweet potato infused baked bread >>>

I'm getting better at baking

I boss up a city girl call me tunevert

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Getting s*** done today. I only have 4 pools left. Gonna knock this one out. Get 2 slices and a drink around the corner then bang out the last 3

But….then what do I do with my life

we back

my libido has been insane ever since i started working our again. that plus no fap got me acting feral

what do yall use to refer to teslas

tessie or tessica

we humpin our beds again

create art

we exist to create and to love

to feel touched by art and to feel loved

I’ve been wanting to make some 80’s type beats

Working out on my pull up / dip bar

Learn chords and find some good EPs youre set

The new Sony look to be a big miss
No USB-C Audio
Weaker ANC than the XM6

May aswell get XM5 or 6 for half the price or less

When you workout and got no serotonin out of it and still feel like a depressed ugly piece of s***

Soon as I start, I'm crashing
Thank you for asking
I feel fantastic
Never been better than this
Well, sure, it's demanding
I'm just so glad that you understand it
(Soon as I start, I'm crashing)
(Thank you for asking)
(I feel fantastic)
Never been better than this
(Well, sure, it's demanding)
(I just hope that you)
(Would understand if)
I give up on everything
Too much, too soon, too much, too soon
Too much
(We understand that the stress of this experience is extraordinary)
(This is because we are doing extraordinary work)

jack off

what kind of 80s we talkin about

i rarely make stuff from that era but i made this last year voca.ro/1m5681s6g0kk

Damn let bro hydrate up first

Testacles

Yo everyone take the time to read this, one of the greatest commencement speeches ever. like really a gem compared to the bullshit i be hearing every may

If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you. On one level, we all know this stuff already. It’s been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, epigrams, parables; the skeleton of every great story. The whole trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness.

Worship power, you will end up feeling weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to numb you to your own fear. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart, you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out. But the insidious thing about these forms of worship is not that they’re evil or sinful, it’s that they’re unconscious. They are default settings.

They’re the kind of worship you just gradually slip into, day after day, getting more and more selective about what you see and how you measure value without ever being fully aware that that’s what you’re doing.

And the so-called real world will not discourage you from operating on your default settings, because the so-called real world of men and money and power hums merrily along in a pool of fear and anger and frustration and craving and worship of self. Our own present culture has harnessed these forces in ways that have yielded extraordinary wealth and comfort and personal freedom. The freedom all to be lords of our tiny skull-sized kingdoms, alone at the centre of all creation. This kind of freedom has much to recommend it. But of course there are all different kinds of freedom, and the kind that is most precious you will not hear much talk about much in the great outside world of wanting and achieving…. The really important kind of freedom involves attention and awareness and discipline, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them over and over in myriad petty, unsexy ways every day.

That is real freedom. That is being educated, and understanding how to think. The alternative is unconsciousness, the default setting, the rat race, the constant gnawing sense of having had, and lost, some infinite thing.

This excerpt doesn't even do it justice:

fs.blog/david-foster-wallace-this-is-water