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“The fire entwines me. Those that don't dare to face the challenges are cowards.” The real fire of Samadhi has burned bones, blood, and souls. We hope to not fear the experiences & pain. We stay true to our original aspirations. @layzhang #LAY_SRF# Samadhi Real Fire Lyrics ⬇️

Our @layzhang’s latest single Samadhi Real Fire is out! A power in the EAST. Flying apsaras in a dream, the fire in the sky, and a tempered heat of the East. The scroll shown. The wall painted. #HappyYixingDay# #1007LAYDAY# #LAY_SRF# Samadhi Real Fire ➡️

Woman: "Hey, can you lower your laptop volume? The entire café can hear your Zoom meeting." Tech Bro: "Sorry, I’m leading a product sprint. It’ll only be another hour." Woman: "There are people trying to study and read here. Why not use earbuds?" Tech Bro: "Earbuds hurt my ears. Honestly, it's a public coffee shop, deal with it." He smirked, sipped his iced latte, and unmuted his mic to address his team. Tech Bro: "Alright team, let's review the Q4 lay-off list before HR finalizes it." The woman across the table calmly closed her book, walked over, and pulled up a chair right next to him.

🇧🇷 In 2018, Brazilian footballer Daniel Corrêa Freitas (24) sent these selfies to his friend on WhatsApp as he lay beside a married woman while she slept. The following day, Daniel’s corpse was discovered in remote woodland. He’d been stabbed multiple times, his throat slit, and his penis cut off. Daniel was attending the 18th birthday party of Allana Brittes, the daughter of Cristiana, the woman in the photos. The celebration continued into the early hours. At some point he entered the parents’ bedroom, lay down next to the sleeping mother and took the photos as a “joke” When Cristiana’s husband, Edison Brittes Jr, returned home he found them in his bed. Edison and several other men dragged Daniel from the bed, beat him, threw him in the trunk of a car, and drove him to the woods where he was killed. Edison was arrested and sentenced to 42 years in jail.

This Rockets/Warriors matchup last April was INCREDIBLE 🍿 ▪️ KD: 31p, 8r, 8a ▪️ Steph: 29p in return ▪️ Alpy: 24p and game-winning lay Another chapter of Steph vs. KD as the 8-3 Warriors and the 8-3 Rockets clash at 9:30pm/et on ESPN!

Mua lấy may mà đi xếp hàng cực từ 3h sáng thế này thì đuối thật. Mấy món đồ linh tâm linh này đúng kiểu fomo theo phong trào, dân tình thấy đông là cứ lao vào thôi chứ chắc gì đã hiểu rõ. Mà nhìn quy mô thế này chắc tiền phế rơi lại cho mấy bên dịch vụ ăn theo cũng không ít đâu, năm nào cũng đến hẹn lại lên. Thôi thì ai thích trải nghiệm thì cứ đu, mình thì chịu rồi.

wait… why be labeled as one thing when you can be whoever you choose to be. you’re not just a woman.. -you’re capable -you’re hardworking -you try hard things and don’t quit just because they don’t work the first time -you work out even when you’d rather lay on the couch after a long day -you wake up early just to give yourself some time -you care deeply about the people in your life -you start the business when there’s literally no time you are not just a woman.. you’re a woman who can do so many things 🫶🏼 @Buffbunny_Co #buffbunnycollection# #womensupportwomen# #womeninspiringwomen# #womenhelpingwomen# #womenempowerment#

Nisi The surveyor had run a white string through the orchard, peg to peg, low enough to step over. She stood on her side of it, her solicitor beside her. On the other side there were only trees. The young man came up between the rows without hurrying, as though the grass already knew his weight. He carried a folded paper, soft at the creases. ‘From him,’ he said. ‘Family?’ asked the solicitor. ‘Near enough.’ The surveyor looked at the sky, then at his watch. The young man did not unfold the paper. ‘The first time I saw you, you were lying in the stubble behind the mill, counting aloud between the lightning and the thunder. Your jumper was on inside out, every seam showing. ‘You reached seven, the sky answered, and you laughed at it as if it had lost a wager. ‘I made a bargain then: if you reached ten on the next flash, I would speak to you. If not, I would never forgive the sky. ‘You reached eleven. ‘Later, in the river, with the water at our knees, you said it into my collar, so the current heard it before I did. ‘For years I lay there like a stone, the whole river going over me. Nothing could move me. ‘Then I grew heavy in another way. I lost the path back to the mill. I counted the dry years. I called the drought by your name. ‘I know you have come to divide the trees. I would rather you did not. ‘So I am going to stop counting.’ The solicitor uncapped his pen and held it out. ‘Where is he?’ she asked. ‘Late,’ said the young man, and went back down between the rows. Beyond the river, the sky split white. The pegs were still in the ground. She asked that they stay a while. Before anyone could answer, she closed her eyes. Her lips moved. One.

Kiểu này chắc em phải tính chuyện lấy chồng ở đảo luôn quá ta ơi 😂🌊✨ Dạo này đi biển suốt, cứ thấy biển xanh, gió mát là mood tự động vui lên hẳn 🤭💛 Ở hoài chắc em thành “cư dân biển” mất thôi. Mà nghĩ cũng hợp lý nha: sáng ngắm biển, chiều đi dạo cát, tối nghe sóng… cuộc sống nghe cũng thơ quá chừng 😆🌴 Có anh nào ở đảo muốn tuyển vợ không taaa? Em đang cân nhắc hồ sơ đó nha 😂✨