Okay, so this is my first time posting on Reddit EVER, so please bear with me....
To preface, Iโve always had dreams pertaining to lost souls being trapped someplace in certain points in time. These types of dreams are recurring. As Iโve gotten older, Iโve also started lucid dreaming pretty regularly. Donโt know if that info is important, but thatโs kind of my history with dreams.
This dream however is different.
In this dream, my mom, sister, and I (weโre all quite close) were on a roadtrip and we decided to stop at a museum of sorts. In the museum entrance, there was a man with 2 little girls sitting on a bench. We were let in quite quickly and one of the little girls smiled and waved at me. Once inside, I was overcome with a sense of uneasiness. The museum was quite large, and each room was a different decade in time, starting from the 1800โs. In each room, someone would offer us something to eat or drink. Finally, half way through our long walk, my mom started claiming that she was feeling tired and she sat down. Immediately, a beautiful woman sat down, facing her and smiling at my mom. My mom, on the other hand paid no attention to her. My sister and I looked at each other like โWTFโ but didnโt say anything. As soon as my mom stood up, the woman would stand up as well and kind of disappear.
This continued until we got to the 1970โs room. A woman was sitting by an exit, smoking a cigarette. When I walked by her, her eyes snapped straight towards me and she offered me a drag of her cigarette. When I declined, she started getting angry, insisting I take it. I ran out of there, and got into the hallway, where my mom was sitting on the bench with the same beautiful lady sitting next to her, facing her with the same stretched smile on her face, not once looking away from her. My sister was standing next to my mom, looking from the woman to me in a โwhat is going onโ kind of way. My mom, once again, was oblivious. Finally, my sister and I asked my mom what was going on with the lady and if she knew her. My mom was kind of confused, asking us what lady we were talking about because she never saw anyone there. When we described what she looked like, my mom kind of paled and said that it was the devil who was sitting with her.
My mom then claimed that we had to get out of there ASAP and empathized that we were NOT to accept anything anyone offered us, because if we did, we would be stuck there.
We ran through the other rooms, and suddenly the mood shifte
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Can someone explain me the story of Paranormal Activity: The Lost Soul? Thanks!
I am culling my 25 year collection of board games and have turned my garage into a mini flea market. I'd like to sell most of them, but there are some games I'd trade for.
Games: All games are local pick-up only.
- Shelf 1 (Dark Souls, Dead of Winter, lots of odd Kickstarter games, etc).
- Shelf 2 (Mac Gerdts "Rondel" games, Ursuppe, etc.)
- Shelf 3 (Quality kids games like Stuffed Fables, My Little Scythe, etc.
Condition:
- All games are complete.
- Some games are over a decade old and well loved.
- Some games are almost brand new and barely played.
- There are several boxes of obscure games I'm giving away.
Pricing: All games are local pick-up only.
- Most games will sell for $10-$30 (Paypal).
- There are a ton of smaller and card games that will be under $10.
- There are some out of print, high demand games that I'll price on an individual basis.
What I'm looking for in trades:
- Beyond the Sun
- Cubitos
- Red Rising
- Lost Ruins of Arnak
- Everdell
Contacting me:
- According to the rules of this sub, I'm only supposed to entertain offers from people who can comment to this post, so please do so.
- If you have games from my want list, make an offer.
- If you'd like to get some specific prices, comment below.
- I plan on "manning the market" every now and then throughout the week, so if you just want to come by and browse, comment below, and then PM me for details (I'm near the OC Fairgrounds).
Hello everyone.
Our small family lost two Scottie dogs in a just two months. Despite their age (14 years and one month old the first one, 12 years and 8 months second one) it was all of a sudden. I am heartbroken and depressed. I can't believe that my precious boys are no longer with us. All our adventures together, all our cozy evenings. It will never happened again.
I was completely down when our first Scottie gone. But when the second one left us it's became even worse, because I equally miss both of them and my grief seems to have increased exponentially. My partner is devastated too. We trying to support each other but it's incredibly hard to bear.
The first week I could not even work and I had to postpone all my orders. My hands were shaking. What a blessing that all my clients are dog lovers and I have met with absolute understanding from them.
Of course, among the few people who were aware of our grief, there were those who said that we "should not suffer, because we still have two more dogs". I don't want to argue about their views, so I just stopped contacting them for a while.
I need to express my feelings somehow. I am the artist. And therefore I draw.
UPD: Thanks for the great support. Thank you for your sensitive and kind words, for your stories. I feel better knowing that I am not the only one who has gone through this and that my feelings are completely normal.
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Hey guys. As some of you may know, my Aunt Linda had been dealing with throat cancer for some time. Unfortunately, she lost that battle last Monday, and the rest of us have been grieving since. She was such a sweet woman (my favorite aunt too...donโt tell Aunt Jodie please) and to honor her final wishes we will be scattering her ashes in the pond on April 17th at 10am. Dressed in traditional kimono, of course...weโre not Japanese, but Linda was a big fan of the country and food.
Thing is...we have managed to settle most of her affairs except for one thing: her cat, Tinkles. Tinkles is a 19 y/o gray tabby (I think?) and was practically the love of her life, so my mother was planning on taking him in until he scratched her eyes and pooped on the carpet. Not even joking.
Obviously she doesnโt really want him anymore, and most of the family (me included) are allergic to cats, so...would anyone be able to take care of this old guy? Heโs got maybe a year left to live, heโs blind and deaf, and aside from the scratching and pooping is generally...okay...to deal with.
"I understand why God weeps. I also weep for such friends and relatives. They are wonderful men and women, devoted to their family and civic responsibilities. They give generously of their time, energy, and resources. And the world is better for their efforts. But they have chosen not to make covenants with God. They have not received the ordinances that will exalt them with their families and bind them together forever.
They need to understand that while there is a place for them hereafterโwith wonderful men and women who also chose not to make covenants with Godโthat is not the place where families will be reunited and be given the privilege to live and progress forever. That is not the kingdom where they will experience the fulness of joyโof never-ending progression and happiness. Those consummate blessings can come only by living in an exalted celestial realm with God, our Eternal Father; His Son, Jesus Christ; and our wonderful, worthy, and qualified family members."
<RANT>: He can go fuck right off and choke on a bag of dicks. <RANT OVER>
Nancy and the Drew Crew continue to search for clues to battle the Aglaeca. Meanwhile, George has an unfortunate first encounter with Nick's visiting mother. Lastly, Carson and Ace have a heart-to-heart.
My (23f) heart feels like it's been ripped out of my chest... The worst part is that it's been 4 months since my break up. I was with someone (24m) for 11 months and although it may not seem like very long, I felt a connection I truly don't think I'll find again. I loved him dearly but didn't know how to show it due to my emotional immaturity and my being in a very bad headspace mentally. For me I believe it was such bad timing for us to meet because we met when I had just come out of a serious 3 year relationship. Instead of being mature and asking for space, we jumped right into a relationship because we liked each other A LOT. As time went on I began feeling unwell due to my grieving and he began feeling "not good enough" and "pushed away". He eventually ended it and told me it was too much for his mental health and that he felt I was not sincere.
I hate myself for meeting him at a horrible time and pursuing something right away rather than waiting. I love him but he won't give me a chance to prove myself. What if I never find someone who I connect with, the way I connected with him?
My heart aches and wont stop.
to a fucking rock lizard
There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: "Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!"
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.
He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life's been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone;
He's a man who won't fit in.
Title says it all. I forgot to quit out after breaking the first testicle and I got slammed into the ground. I came back with a ring of sacrifice, but was killed once again. Third time, no ring of sacrifice. I was trying to test out how good exactly was this Crystal Knight Shield I was two-handing, but apparently you can't block the fingers of the hand and got two-shot. Not too worried about the humanities tbh, but a million souls? I could have leveled up 20 times with that shit. I'll get the platinum and rest from this game. Nearly 10 playthroughs throughout 7 months, and this is what does it.
Must carry on. Try...not...go...hollow....
I'm legit like pulling my hair out at my point. I can't seem to find anyone to help me and I desperately need it for some of these bosses. I am Soul level 55 and I'm by the bonfire called "the Saltford". If there is anything else you need to know let me know!
Soul memory:206722
For now, hold your line on $GME.
The ones who bought at current top and develop tissuepaper hands as it approaches $150 in the next day or so will be too simple minded to show their loss porn and fade away.
Our proper retard and autistic bretheren will be holding the the pics of their wives boyfriends over their junk in one hand and their Robinhood loss porn in the other as they take a selfie in the Wendy's Bathroom on break of their next shift.
Stay strong. Remember, there's always the alleyway comfort to restart your nest-egg.
PV.
