Who do you regret not kissing and completely chickening out?

2022.01.24 13:33 Indythrowaway22 Who do you regret not kissing and completely chickening out?

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2022.01.24 13:33 huleeb GENTLE WIND, Huleeb (Me), Digital, 2022

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2022.01.24 13:33 Inkypawz7 Cat girl avaline

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2022.01.24 13:33 the3kneesformula Exclusive interview with Philip K. Dick (fictional)

Exclusive interview with Philip K. Dick (fictional) I've written a fictional interview with my favorite writer of all time, based on everything I've learned about PKD. I hope you enjoy it, dear fellow Philip-k-Dickheads.

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2022.01.24 13:33 NotAfran Crystal Forest by Me (b3d)

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2022.01.24 13:33 What2Watch- Hotel Transylvania Franchise

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2022.01.24 13:33 purgatoryforest Psycho-sis.

I wrote this during psychosis. Enjoy.

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You greet me before the elevator’s close behind me. You are simply dressed in faded jeans and a black sweatshirt. The hotel lobby illuminates you in an eerie golden glow, making your brown hair glint in reds and yellows like a sunset. The bog is miles away but I can still smell it on you, all tannin mold and dusty metals, and harsh brackish rot. It is a garrish contrast against your clean small town charm. Sweat curls the short , soft hair at your temples and flushes your pale cheek a faded rose, but your expression remains impassive. You make me nervous.
You take my suitcase and ask me if the trip finds me well. You apologize for the lyrical music playing softly from the elevator’s speakers. Saint Patrick’s march or hymn or something, you call it, my belongings slung over your slim shoulders, your gestures wide and flared as I trail in small steps behind you. You point at markers as we head to the room. There are the doors installed by so-and-so from some architectural wet dream. Over there is the original carpet walked on by none other than some third generational royalty. On the wall is a painting crafted by a late century impressionist. As you walk, you tell me the story of the building in half-trailed off sentences, interrupting yourself often to include details from another conversation. You are expressive. You are someone my great aunt would have called a dandy. I wonder if that’s a rude word. I think it fits you in the best sort of way. I like your frenetic energy. I like how you rush to speak as if you’re afraid of being overlooked. I like your neatness, at odds as it seems with how your entire presence seems to spill out of you. I say nothing. I wonder if I should say something.
You point out my door, and carefully place my bag on the ground while you fish in your jacket pocket for something. You proffer a skeleton key after a moment of searching, and launch into a story about how it came alongside six other keys and how each key is the original and how-blah blah blah. I’m not paying attention because I am focusing on the tremble in your fingers and the subtle way you keep sniffing as if you’re coming down with a cold. You notice me watching you and shove a hand through your hair, and laugh kind o awkwardly, trailing off from your story into self-conscious silence. I note how out of place your strong, stocky form seems in a place of heavy, plodding durability. I am creeping you out.
I have this problem. I remove myself from the equation and just watch. I forget that I exist. I forget that I am required to participate in a conversation to keep it going. I forget that some people don’t like to be watched by a silent non-participant. I am about to apologize to you when you get this weird expression and stop moving completely. The back of my neck tingles. The dampness ever present in the air smells stronger by the door.
“How often do you zone out like that?” You ask me. Your voice is surprisingly light. You’re looking directly at me unwaveringly. There are flecks of red in your brown irises.
Take me away from here.’ It comes as a whisper up my spine. It echoes again from the speakers playing tinny mussaac in the halls. ‘I will leave here with you.’
“What comes to mind,” he is asking me, drowning out the hiss pressing under my skin. “Help me out. Where are you being pulled ?” My mind flits through several crisp scenes of nature and snow. There is a large pond. There is an old house. There is a boy no older than fourteen smiling at me with a charming grin and unruly eyebrows. There is darkness. There is that damp smell again, rotting vegetation, as that same boy–now older– stands by the pond with his tear-stained face turned to the water. He is holding a knife to his forearm. I am enraptured by the thin rivulet of his blood oozing lazily down one thick forearm. I am behind him. I am still here. I am behind him. I am still here. I am next to him. I am starting to fade from here. I-
I am filled with a longing for a time that never loved me. I long then for a man I never loved in life. The speakers crackle, meanly. The voice that comes out of it snarls in a thousand splinters of itself, boasting and chiding me as it always does when it trails behind me. I reflect that it finds me hideous and strange which it expects me to apologize for. It, perhaps he, seems to flinch away when I am curious and warm, and has no shortage of insults to greet me. I am aware of my differences and otherness from the world. A poison, an insect, a mimic, but never good enough. My body feels controlled. I feel judged. Watched. I feel like an intruder in my own life. I feel myself dwindling. I feel myself disappearing into-
The man who has been watching me zone out shoves another hasty hand through his hair with a sigh. Only then do I seem to note the out-of-place cut to his clothing.
‘Lost child,’ that voice says deep within the confines of my thoughts. ‘Frozen child. The Doll Man. Ta–aaake me away fr–om he–re…’ it syncs then into the digital distortion around us, echoing throughout the halls in a thousand childish voices.
Imagines come unsolicited of nose rubs and scruffy beard scratches and a sad face hovering over mine one last time and a dark sphere buried within my chest, weighing me down down down. Of floating into space with leaden limbs. Of drowning in a tub. Of scruffy beards, and that same boy now older trapped in glass as a hundred small shadowy forms circle around him.
‘Baby,’ the voice mimics meanly. ‘Oh baby, don’t leave.’ I‘
“I will not be your fool.” He snaps suddenly, jarringly.
Another image: cliffside late night rides and big angry black trucks revving. Dirt-stained baseball uniforms. Broad shoulders and secret fumbling kisses erased from memory. Ravines and deserts and things turned odd. The grey reached out of the ravine to pull unsuspecting drivers down into its hungry valley. Barefeet covered it fresh scabs. A cherubic face with curly hair. The bleak woods. Trees twisting out of shape into half-tormented forms of me being consumed by nature. Billboards. “YOU ARE HERE.” But here is nowhere. Here is everywhere.
The speakers static again with angry dust. I think of sand storms and sad eyes and a man I loved more than he ever loved me.
The voice murmurs its agreement of my assessment, and my head twitches with an electric jolt.
Jolt, jolt, jolt.
Jolt.
My body convulses. I can’t make out the man who I think started to fade back into the shadows of the hotel. I’m not paying attention anymore. I’m too focused on my mind, and how I feel like a rubber band being pulled, pulled, pulled until it snaps.
Static bursts in the air.
My vision sparks.
I hear that boy from the pond--my mind says family, my mind says brother, my mind says a lot of things--say ‘I’m sorry” before the grey reaches up and consumes me once again.
I am home.
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2022.01.24 13:33 dunkdonn Mexican Navy marine during exercises in front of Acapulco beach, 2021. [4096x2731]

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2022.01.24 13:33 SwellyTR "Flowers" - A Playlist For Music Discovery (Hip-Hop, Trap, R&B, Alternative)

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2022.01.24 13:33 GrizzlyBear3131 GALIL GADOT: The Galil ARM

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2022.01.24 13:33 ItsOwenO JACK YOU NEED TO UNLIST TURDBOIS VIDEOS AGAIN

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2022.01.24 13:33 DravenPvP Minecraft is running worse on the rx 580 8gb than the old gtx 660? I got 75 FPS on my gtx 669 all the time but now I’m only getting 30 on my rx 580? I also can’t get minecraft into the Radeon software? I’m not sure how to fix it, please help!

Minecraft is running worse on the rx 580 8gb than the old gtx 660? I got 75 FPS on my gtx 669 all the time but now I’m only getting 30 on my rx 580? I also can’t get minecraft into the Radeon software? I’m not sure how to fix it, please help! submitted by DravenPvP to AMDHelp [link] [comments]


2022.01.24 13:33 No-Young2310 O que será que o cara falou??? P.S:Porque a Mônica tá de bíquini no meio da rua????

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2022.01.24 13:33 c_avery_m [WP]A time traveler is sent back to kill you one year before you have descendants to stop a future apocalypse. They succeed. Little did they know, you were a sperm donor.

Originally posted here.
"Come with me if you want to live." JC looked up from his ramen. The noodle bar was a busy place and he would have assumed that she was talking to somebody else, except for the shotgun that was pointed at him.
She was beautiful. Long brown hair that somehow managed to be windswept even inside a crowded, dingy restaurant. Silver-grey eyes that stared directly into his. Large muscles that bulged under the ill-fitting leather coat.
"Excuse me? Could you not point that at me, please?" This only caused the barrel to be pressed against his forehead. He gulped. "Would you like some noodles?"
"No, I need you to... What flavor are the noodles?" She pulled the gun back to hip level but still held it pointing at his head. "Back home we have run out of everything except the Low Sodium Shrimp flavor."
"It's pork," he said, holding the bowl up for her to see. "I can order you a bowl if you want. I love those movies."
She seemed to consider this for a second before knocking the bowl to the floor. Several of the onlooking customers finally took this as their cue to edge their way out the door. "No. Come with me now. I've been sent back to kill you."
JC stared at the bowl on the floor. "Hey, I paid for—" His words were cut off as his head was slammed into the counter.
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JC woke up tied to a hotel room chair. The woman was sitting across from him. She'd placed the shotgun on the bed, but the array of knives laid out on the table were equally disconcerting. JC recognized the decor of the cheap love hotel two blocks from the noodle place. The knives were the only clean things in the room. She was staring into his eyes again.
"You're awake. Decision time." She twirled a hypodermic needle between her fingers in a way that would have given a health and safety inspector a nervous twitch. "Do you want to live?"
JC quickly nodded. "Cool. I didn't want to hurt you, I just couldn't really do this next part while distracted by all those noodles. This may sound odd to you, but I'm from the Future. I've come back to stop the Apocalypse."
JC nodded along. "Yeah, I got that from the cosplay and the opening line. Let me tell you, I am totally into it. This whole leather and muscles thing is definitely doing it for me... but could you put down the needle?"
The woman set the needle on the table before continuing. "You have to understand, one of your descendants starts the rebellion against the machines. I was sent back in time to stop that descendant from being born."
"Oh, that's a nice twist. I thought you were the one on my side, but you're actually the Terminator. Cool. Now what? We have sex and it turns out that you're the rebel's mother, right?"
The woman's face twisted into a look of disgust. "What? No. I'm here to STOP the rebels that destroyed the machine utopia. The world was perfect before your descendant's luddites ruined everything and dropped the bombs." She picked up a small knife from the table. "I'm going to give you a vasectomy."
"Uh, no thanks. This just got a little weird even for me. Perhaps you could untie me and we could have a normal date or something."
She brought the knife up to his throat. "You don't seem to understand. The vasectomy is the good outcome for you here. I'm a trained surgeon, but killing or castrating you works just as well. I wasn't kidding when I said you had to come with me if you wanted to live."
Her face was nearly nose to nose with his. Her unblinking grey eyes locked onto his. They were so close that for the first time he could see the fine lines of microcircuitry tracing through them.
He stammered out a response. "I— I already had a vasectomy. After college. I didn't want children."
She lurched backwards. "No. Impossible. Don't try to fool me. I can verify your condition. And the rebel leader's DNA matches yours. He's your kid."
JC waffled for a second before continuing. "Well, see the thing is— Before the vasectomy— In college..." The knife at his throat pressed slightly harder, drawing a drop of blood. "I needed money. I was a sperm donor."
"How many times?"
"I needed money a lot."
"How many times?"
"Twenty seven. Three different clinics."
She closed her eyes, the first time he'd seen that happen. She sat for a full minute humming to herself before opening them again. "Okay, this is what's going to happen. First, I'm going to verify your current condition. Then... we are going on a road trip."
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2022.01.24 13:33 tall_penguin I’m so thankful for Mariah’s catalogue and her vivid lyricism

She’s really got a song for everything when it comes to love and relationships, heartbreak, etc. Her songs always help me recognize and feel my emotions, and act as an output for me.
Current mood: Last Kiss, We Belong Together, Always Be My Baby… My relationship is now long distance, and it’s been hard to deal with.
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2022.01.24 13:33 OpenSeaXPoster NFT GIVEAWAY ALERT! Drop those wallets! (xpost from /r/opensea)

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2022.01.24 13:33 WhoreaTheExplorer HEHEHEHE Sometimes Civ makes the jokes by itself

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2022.01.24 13:33 Own_Walrus_5815 خدا رو شکر پرچم رنگی رو ام خودشون قبول دارن 🏳️‍🌈

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2022.01.24 13:33 MiddleFlight4566 Criminal activity

I think its time to sue these people Wish literally has fraudulent activities from salary cap to bullish product to insider trading. This is the biggest investor scam since Joe Bidens presidency! I don't know exactly what that means but we have got to put an end to the big dogs stealing the little dogs food! This new world order crap is not what we're gonna submit too! Rise of the underdogs mf!
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2022.01.24 13:33 Ok_Self_8074 Is fertilized egg technically a parasite?

It takes a woman's body as its host for nine months, slowly growing in size and metamorphosing into an infant-stage human,
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2022.01.24 13:33 abhi321198 Unpopular opinion: Shinobu never looked like Kanao's teacher but in fact she looked more like side character specially their (teacher - student) relationship lacks many thing , as sisters their relationship is great but as hashira and tsuguko it sucks!

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2022.01.24 13:33 c0viDOMME Arizona, Maricopa County saw death rates rise with COVID-19

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