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While love is a tender feeling, passion is intense. Love is usually more deep rooted and longer lasting than passion. Love is when you cross over from being passionate; passion is a more primal feeling filled with lust. Summary: Love vs Passion • Love is deep and long-spanning; passion is fleeting and superficial. • Love is a very tender ... The story promises to be an epic melodrama fraught with the onslaught of war in the 1930's, painstaking love triangles and a complicated romance that... Love and Passion (Chinese Drama); 万水千山总是情; The story promises to be an epic melodrama fraught with the onslaught of war in the 1930's, painstaking I like to use the word passion interchangeably with words like determination, conviction, and love. Passion is a strong desire that can get you to do amazing things. Passion is an emotion to be acted upon. Without action, passion yields no worthwhile results. Passion is the fuel in the fire of action. Love is strong affection we feel for someone close to us. When we talk about the love between a couple, passion is a part of the love. However, if we are talking about the love between a mother and a child, passion has no role in that relationship. Therefore, the main difference between love and passion is that love is deep affection whereas ... These same social commentators argue that companionate love is the consolation prize for passion’s demise. However, as you can see from Hatfield’s and Sternberg’s models, pure passion hardly ... The difference between love and passion is that passion is short lived and true love is long lived. True love becomes a loving relationship that is sure to pass the test of time, and is a great long term commitment for both of the people involved. Summary: 1. Love is a state of living, while passion is a state of being. 2. Companionate love may not necessarily be marked by wild passion, excitement, or obsessive thoughts that are seen in passionate love. However, this compassionate form of love does include feelings of tenderness, a strong bond, friendship, and enjoyment of the other's company. Love In Passion Is The Best Place To Find Lifesaver Products At The Lowest Prices. We Introduce New Products Monthly And Have Exclusive Promotions For Our Email Subscribers. The passion between two people deeply in love burns like a wildfire. They only have eyes for each other, and everything else pales in comparison. Passion for a lover is expressed physically, but it can also be a strong emotional connection. The bond between two people madly in love with each other is not easily broken.

Passion Pit

2012.09.30 23:15 Passion Pit

Subreddit dedicated to the discussion of the band Passion Pit!
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2019.08.01 03:23 oregonlady2018 passionplanner

for the love of passion planners, otherwise known as the pashfam
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2019.12.26 05:21 JonnyStatic ExhibitionDrill

A place for those who love drill to come together and share that passion, post videos of themselves for critique, or ask questions!
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2020.09.22 15:34 Theartofme4now (STORY) Bicurious Erotic Fiction (but how I wish it were nonfiction)

Forward: I've written this is a first personal narrative with the target audience being a female. In my perfect world, I would write this, she would read it and her response would be something like...hell yes. Let's do this! I hope you enjoy it.
Just a Day at the Beach
We took the day to head up to Tahoe and find a secluded section of beach on the East Shore where we could relax, get naked and maybe have some fun in the sun if the privacy and conditions were right. It took some time and we had to hike a bit, but we finally found a nice piece of sand that was tucked away amongst some large boulders that would give us privacy from any onlookers.
We found our spot and spread out large beach towels out on the sand and took a look around and were very happy with our little paradise tucked away in the cove. I looked around and said, "well I don't know about you but I'm opting for no bathing suit today and I hope you're feeling the same way because you know how much I love to look at you." You replied with "Ditto...there is no way I'm getting any tan lines today." At this I caught by breath a little as I started to undress, first taking my shirt off and tossing it aside and then pulling down my trunks revealing my semi-erect cock. You glanced over and said "Wow - you really do get turned on at the possibility of us doing just about anything don't you." I laughed a little and watched you undo your bikini top and let it slide off of your shoulders and then toss it aside on top of my clothes on the side and then slide your bikini bottoms off and kicked them off as well.
After taking you in with my eyes, I walked over to you and gave you a long hard kiss and squeezed your ass and breasts just a little and asked you if you wanted to go for a dip. You replied with a "Sure - let's go cool you off before you get too carried away". We slowly walked out into the water and swam out to some rocks where we stood up in the water and made out a bit while we let the sun bathe us in the chilly water. Before too long we could hear boats getting closer and we figured we'd better get back into our spot if we wanted to keep it private and secluded. We made our way back to our towels where we laid down on our backs, eyes closed knees slightly bent and facing up to the sun. As we were laying there we could hear one of the boats getting closer and heard a couple of voices from one of the smaller boats. We glanced up and we could see an older, but good looking couple looking around and the wife had a pair of binoculars scanning the shoreline and shallow waters for a place to anchor the boat to get ashore. She caught us in her view and said "sorry about that - just looking for some open beach - looks like you two found the perfect spot." Then she followed with "do you mind if we join you? That water in front of your beach there looks to be pretty free of rocks and we can get the boat up fairly close without anchoring it out here." I looked at you and said, I don't mind if you don't, they probably can't stay long since they have a boat - they'll need to leave before too long and get back to the boat ramp they launched from." You replied with "sure - the more the merrier." Which was followed by a coy smile that made me blush a little.
I shouted back, "Sure - come on in." So they started to angle their boat towards the beach and before long they were close and I got up to help them pull the boat up on the sand while the husband pulled the motor up so it wouldn't get caught in the sand. "Hi, were Dan and Dotty - up from South Lake Tahoe. Do you mind if we go nude too?" Not at all you replied as we watched them disrobe and put their swimming clothes on the boat seats" Diane was older, but had great curves, gorgeous tits and shaved pussy and Dan was built with a good Dad bod, tanned and looked to have a pretty nice, thick and trimmed cock. They stepped off the boat with their towels and walked over and we said "Hey - we're Art and Jessie." "We just came up for the day to get away and enjoy some of this warm weather and get rid of some tan lines and perhaps have a little fun so we hiked around a bit until we found a nice spot." Dotty replied with, "well shoot we hope we didn't ruin your fun - but this does look like the perfect spot." "not at all you replied, we're happy to share the space, but I will warn you we may get a little naughty in a bit so hopefully that doesn't bother you." Dan replied "oh hell no, you two look great, we will try not to gawk too much unless that's okay." We all laughed a bit and laid back down on our towels and were just chit chatting about this and that.
After a little bit you could see I was slowly starting to get hard and saw the same with Dan and knew that we must have had sex on the brain. You piped up with "Hey Dotty, not sure how you feel about this, but I've been watching Art steal glances at you here and there and I'm not going to lie, I've been checking Dan out and I was wondering if you'd like to suck Art’s cock and perhaps let me suck Dan's?" At this my breath caught and I heard Dotty reply with, "well thank god, I thought you'd never ask. I can tell Dan's been getting excited looking at you. Why don't you two gentlemen come on over so we can get a nice look at those cocks while we kneel here back to back and have some fun."
Dan and I walk over and you both immediately take our cocks in your hands and slowly start to stroke them and then take them in your mouths. Dan and I are in heaven as we reach down and feel yours and Dotty's tits while you hungrily take our cocks in your mouths. This goes on for a bit and I and so fucking hard and it is getting me so fucking turned on listening to Dan moan when you slurp his cock in and out of your mouth so I pull Dotty's head harder and faster into my cock and really enjoy the rhythm of the motion. As Dotty pulls back to catch her breath, I say "I've got an idea....one of craziest fantasies I have is to be able to look into Jessie's eyes while another man is entering her from behind and fucking her. I know we've only just met, But I'd love to see Dan slide that thick cock into Jessie and slowly make her pussy his. How's that sound?"
Dan said "oh fuck, are you sure - Jessie is that okay with you". You replied with "fuck - I thought Art wouldn't even bring it up, but truth be told since the moment I tasted some of your precum I've wanted you inside me." Dotty replied with "OH I love it - but only if Art fucks me as well. I'd like you two guys to take us doggie style so we can make out while you're fucking us. Sound good to you Jessie?" You replied with "oh yes."
Both you and Dotty got on all fours and started kissing each other. I then said "okay baby - look me in the eye right when Dan starts to slide himself into you...I want to see the ecstasy on your face when he does it." You stopped kissing Dotty for a moment while you looked over at me and Dan knelt down behind you. He gently spread your ass open revealing your extremely wet pussy as he guided his cock into you. He looked at Dotty and said oh baby, she is so wet..." At that he slowly slid his cock into you and you bit your lip and his entire length disappeared into you." Once we has all the way in you said "Fuck....Dan, don't be goo gentle, make sure you fuck me good and hard I need to cum all over your cock." At that Dan started to slowly and firmly pound your pussy and you moaned in kind. I immediately slid my cock into Dotty and before long Dan and I were fucking you two nice and hard while every once in a while you two would kiss each other, fondle one another and talk about the cocks inside of you. While we were fucking Dotty said "see baby, I told you they would be a fun couple to hang out with....and you didn't think you'd get to fuck her sweet little pussy." That made me so hot because that meant they spied us and had us in their sights from the beginning. Dan started fucking harder and harder and you responded by bending all the way over and putting your head on the towel to fully give yourself to Dan and you asked him "to fill your pussy up with his cum." Dan responded by fucking you harder and deeper and started groaning "fuck....I'm cumming....I'm cumming.....and you felt stream after stream of cum erupt inside of you." This sent me over the edge and I started filling Dotty full of cum too. There was moaning and gasping between the four of us as we all started cumming....then Dotty said fuck.....I'm cumming too...and you replied.....YES...fuck...more...MORE, I'm cumming.
After a few more minutes of everyone letting their orgasms subside, we all sat back on our towels and took in the afterglow in the warm sun. We kept chatting about what just happened and how Dan spotted you in the water and instantly had his mind set to having you. While we were talking you looked over at me and saw me staring absentmindedly at something and started to smile...which led to a wicked thought.
"Hey Dan, Dotty......this might be a little out there, but I've a favor to ask if you are both game." I look over at you and wonder where is this going? You continue..."Art has always wondered what it would be like to suck a cock and I've just caught him staring at Dan's - right honey." "Oh shit I reply.....well......yes.......I um.......well he does have a nice cock and actually the thought that struck me is that right now it's likely still covered in your juices and his cum......but I'm not sure I'm ready for all that just yet." You reply with - well baby, if Dan and Dotty are okay with it, I'll show you how to suck his cock and if we're lucky we can get him to cum for us." Dotty replied with....."oh Dan.....that sounds hot - what do you want to do?" Dan then replied with "well, why not....I've always wondered what it would be like to have a man suck my cock. On one condition....well...favor as well. Can Dotty record it with her camera phone? I'll want to look back on this often I'm sure." You replied with "sure - just send us a copy as well."
Dan stood up and stroked his cock a little and it was almost fully erect again. We walked over and you had me kneel down with you and said "first things first.....let's make sure you clean his cock off completely....his load was large and I can still see cum on his balls and there's bound to be some of me on there too." You lifted his shaft up and started licking his balls and without thinking I did the same thing - almost ravenously...taking full licks. After we had his cock all cleaned off you started showing me how to take his shaft in my mouth and stroke it back and forth while sliding your lips over it....then you said ok, your turn.....so I started doing it too and it caught me off guard when Dan grabbed my head and said "oh fuck.....you're a natural....fuck....keep going...." We kept taking turns and we heard Dotty holding the camera shutter as she got herself off watching us.
Dan then said....fuck.....I'm about to cum. At this you replied with "okay, this is the fun part....since this is your first time, we won't worry about swallowing his load just yet, but we will do the next best thing. Look up at Dan, open your mouth, slide your tongue out and you and I will wait like this for him to give us whatever he can...all over our faces and mouths." Dan started stroking hard and faster and Dotty said "shit honey, he looks really cock hungry....make sure he gets cum drunk." Dan didn't need any more coaxing...he started breathing hard and grunting and the first stream shot over your face, the second right into your mouth. Then he turned his rod towards me and shot a stream on my face too and then he took his cock and pulled my mouth into it and said....okay....now take as much as you can.....and so I did....I let him use my mouth and he shot the rest of his load in my willing mouth.....when he was done you grabbed my face and said....perfect - now KISS ME. And so we did.....we kissed long, hard and passionately as his cum was filling our mouths and running down our faces.
Dan stepped back and told Dotty that THAT was amazing........and Dotty agreed that it looked pretty great. You and I sat spent on the towels still kissing. Dotty and Dan said they had to get going, but wanted to get together again sometime. You and Dotty exchanged numbers so we could get the video too and then they went off back to the boat. As they were pulling away and waving I looked at you and said thank you....that was amazing.....I owe you everything. My happiness is all because of you. You pulled me close, hugged me and said "lets go relax on the towels a little. Hey - what did you think, did you enjoy it? Was it as good as you thought it might be?" I replied with, yeah - that was fucking hot....no wonder you like sucking cock so much.....and I have to agree....having him cum in my mouth was pretty sexy....it felt great knowing how hard he was getting off to it." You walked over to the towel, knelt down and got on all fours and put your face on the towel, reached back and spread your ass open revealing your ass and pussy and said "well, if you're still thirsty most of his load that he pumped into my pussy ran down my pussy and onto my ass.....could you clean me up?" I instantly knelt down and spread you open and began licking and kissing your ass and pussy masking sure I got every last drop.
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I would love your feedback. I've one other I'm working on, but I think I went off the deep-end with that one so far.
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2020.09.22 15:32 Midmu Advice on Medical Sociology

Hey everyone, I'm currently a first-year graduate student going through the fun process of picking a concentration. I am in an extremely public-oriented program and have the option of branching toward criminology or sociology (I'm here so I am sure you can guess which I have chosen). Through my research the concentration that most fully aligns with my goals and possible thesis topic may be Medical sociology, however, I have one small problem. I am at a rather small program and the only medical sociologist at our university will be retiring at the end of the year and is not exactly in a place to be taking on mentorees at the moment, I will, however, be exchanging emails with her. I have already been suggested The New Blackwell Companion to Medical Sociology, but I would love to hear from you sociology redditors. What could you recommend for me in terms of reading to gain an understanding of medical sociology? Anyone have any personal experience with the discipline they would like to share? Am I setting myself up for failure as no PhD programs like medical sociology? Should I forget my passions and just become an environmental sociologist so I can have some job security? Thanks for any advice y'all can give!
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2020.09.22 15:23 Coloneldolarhyde Help! How on earth do i become a pilot?

Before the Covid outbreak i was due to take my first test flight, this has since been cancelled until calmer times prevail.
But it leads me on to a question. Flying has always been a passion of mine and i desperately want to make a living out of it but how?
I would prefer not to be an airline pilot as i don't want the responsibility that role would entail and besides i would prefer to fly light or smaller planes. I have always felt that commercial flying in other respects would suite me; pleasure flights, cargo, air-photography etc. Being little i loved the idea of flying for the royal mail (postman pat in a plane was my reasoning at the time).
But the main fly in this particular ointment is the cost. I read it can cost up to £120,000 to train for airliners and even the stranded PPL is an eye watering prospect for me at the moment. I can't join the air force as far as i can tell because of my height, which is just over 6'3. And that got me worried that i'll be to tall to fly in general.
I'm reluctant to take out a loan unless i'm certain of employment and i haven't a clue how to find a job that comes with training.
I know this post is starting to look like a an impossible wish list but i'll accept any pointers you have! If you've been their done that and bought the shirt then please pass on your views/ advice.
Thanks!
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2020.09.22 15:23 mehiiir 22 M4R, [FRIENDSHIP] I need some to have random conversations with. Ask them how their day went and tell them about mine. I love sending photos of random funny things I see out on the street.

I am a writer (yet nothing published yet though) who just got done with my graduation in film studies. I now am out in the open world and am looking for a random stranger I could have talks with. I love talking about random things and get fascinated by the most mundane things as well. (I have had moments where I sit in front of the washing machine fascinated by the advancement in our natural lifestyle).
If you are passionate about anything, I would love to know more about it from you. tell me from the nitty-gritty what do you like and why do you like it. I want to know everything about it.
Also, I am really into films and books and every other artistic medium out there. That's the most I can tell about myself because I have no idea what kind of person I really am, I'm a vibe whore tbh. I will vibe to whatever vibes you bring to the table.
About you: Just don't be someone who doesn't like their beliefs questioned because I at times end up acting like the devil's advocate (for no particular reason).
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2020.09.22 15:20 throwawayaway7439 [Serious] [Clinical] What's the good, the bad, & ugly of anesthesiology?

People either hate it, love it, or don't understand it. Posts as old as 2008 on SDN have been saying the sky is falling for both but surgery demand increases yearly.
For me, this late into fourth year I can't tell if I am setting myself up for disappointment if I were to purse the specialty mainly -- maybe even solely -- for the lifestyle when I have either little enthusiasm or I guess apathy for airway management, ventilator settings, procedures, and I guess the medicine that you learn and practice. Rather I just look at it and say OK I guess I could do that for a career. I don't really have some deep, unbridled passion for anesthesiology, but I enjoyed my rotation on it mainly probably because it seemed like I was always on the move and not being idle (in contrast to many other special).
You can probably guess if not anesthesiology I'd likely do EM since I was useful on that rotation too, but the pay difference between the two is surprisingly enormous and I think EM docs get more burnt out so it seems it attracts people who have have a real passion for it (ie someone who goes into it with some apathy like me could end up quickly burnt out).
Thoughts? Anyone going into anesthesiology and have concerns about whether it's the right fit for you? How about those applying EM?
Thanks
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2020.09.22 15:15 heitang I sometimes feel that my (22F) boyfriend (29M) is either not a romantic guy or does not like me as much as he claims to

I've just landed my first relationship with this guy and we’ve been dating for 5 months now. I love him a lot but I find our relationship a little rocky at times mostly because I don’t feel like he loves me as much as he claims to—he says he thinks I’m perfect for him (non-verbatim) and wants to marry if we make it far enough into the relationship. As a 22 year old, I’m sound with that. Our families are wealthy and he’s a very hardworking guy so there’s no issue there other than that..I DO NOT KNOW IF HE LOVES ME ENOUGH FOR MARRIAGE. Seriously, I could just be overthinking as this is my first official relationship. For him, it is his nth. Plus, I do admit that I am at an age where I think love is magical and all, but shouldn't everyone feel that way?
Now I could be exaggerating over here. I’m certain he loves me as he does consistently show it in his primary love language (physical touch) which is the love language of most men if I’m not mistaken. But I’ve seen other couples such as my friends (who are my age) and their boyfriends treat them like princesses! They take lots of pics where they post it with captions that make you wanna barf from all the cheese. Their boyfriends also seem so interested and invested in them. The type to express how much they love them through long handwritten letters and by showering them with gifts.
My guy seems to be the opposite. Barely saying much words of affection. I mean it does come but I suppose now he is just too busy. The lovely words have stopped coming. I just find it odd he would withdraw affection just because he is occupied. Makes me think he doesn’t think of me at all. We spend a little less time with each other now because of how busy he is. Are all guys like this?
Another is that he does not seem so romantic at all. He's the type to bring me food if I ever crave anything and will let me make decisions in his life like name his pets or whatever. He doesn’t take photos of me to store in his phone, he even admits that he isn’t sentimental at all, he doesn’t write me letters, doesn't want any from me, so on and so forth. It's like he is repulsive towards romance or something. In fact, he practically thinks the perfect idea of a relationship is one that is almost as if we are very very close friends. I've talked to him about this, mentioning some of the stuff my friends' boyfriends would do for them, and he responded saying that he used to be that way with his exes but now work life has replaced his relationships as a source of fulfillment.
Can anyone explain if this is normal? I don't mean to paint him as a slob when it comes to our relationship, he's a wonderful guy. He always thinks of my family. He is respectful to everyone and is very passionate. I'd hate to let him go.
Tl;dr my boyfriend is not the most romantic guy and it is making me confused and feeling insecure about our relationship
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2020.09.22 15:04 Sing_to_Karrion I want to just lay this out here.

I've never been to a psychologist or had myself clinically diagnosed with anything. But it doesn't change the fact I feel the same as I have since highschool. There are weeks where I struggle to look myself in the mirror and can't sleep because I can't stop berating myself over some mistake I've done earlier in the day.
I feel like I'm cruising through life. I don't have any true passions that get me started. The only reason I love my job is because I at least have the knowledge I'm not completely useless and that I'm doing something to help other people. I am in fear that my friends, wonderful as they are, will one day be forced to leave me behind because I am still trapped in the same place as I was back in highschool. No matter how much they tell me we'll still be friends, I can't get it out of my head.
I am 23, I've landed my first ever job this year as a nurse and I feel totally incompetent for the position I hold. I feel like I'm on the verge of being fired any day now if I don't stop screwing up which I can't seem to stop doing anyway.
I'm still yet to get off my learner licence. I still have to be driven to work by my parents... and I still shape my social life around whether or not my parents would be okay with the things I've done. I want to come out properly to them, but I'm deathly afraid of their disapproval that I don't want to risk it.
I want one day to be sure of where I am. I want to be able to confidently hold my head up and say I'm proud and unapologetic about myself. I want to feel like I'm equal to my friends. And I don't want to feel so afraid about disappointing my parents to the point where I literally have to fight with myself to have any important conversations with them.
But most importantly, I want that voice in the back of my head to stop saying how much of an idiot I am. It is consistent and has been with me for the longest time. Every mistake I make is greeted by that voice that berates me constantly and makes me want to curl up and disappear. I feel like I am a mistake that should be erased and replaced with something better.
I don't want this to get even worse.
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2020.09.22 15:00 Ossano_San Your favorite writer

We all know that every book lover has a favorite writer who made him love books and novels
And here I would like to know your favorite writer to see his novels
And being a book lover, I respect your opinion, but we all here in this forum respect your opinion, as we have the same passion
Where we all relax
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2020.09.22 14:56 rit0er Suffering from a lack of (free) reward system

For quick context; I played League for 9 years (I know, I know) prior to starting Dota 2 full time a couple of months ago. I absolutely fell in love with it once I broke through the hard learning curve. I also fall in the category of players who are worried about the foreseeable future that awaits Dota considering the slowly bleeding playercount, as I would love to see it to keep thriving. I am well aware there's aspects of inevitability in it, but I just wanted to chime in on a certain aspect.
Aside from all the issues, one of the major concerns I find is how scarcely the game rewards you. Maybe it's not a concern for most, but as a person who plays without any friends or isn't interested in ranked, I've leaned towards the rewards, I felt somewhat qualified to write about it. I've had little chance to play during no-battlepass-season, but it seems to me the only thing you can really "progress" in, are all hero challenge and your MMR rank (which I wouldn't count anyways). Paying a subscription free monthly for features that could very well be free, is baffling for me. League does have a free champion mastery system (which unfortunately does have its flaws) and a significantly better sense of progression. Also drawing a contrast here with the overall content feed, multiple themed events happening all year round, that also incentivize free to play players to play, rewarding them with currency, and hextech crafting materials. Hextech crafting also being a powerful tool in granting players random skins to unlock, et cetera. Point being, no matter how much you spend on the game, it feels rewarding for everyone included.
Now for what I believe would help ease the situation a little. I do understand Dota thrives on cosmetics, hence building a reward system on cosmetics would be a conflict of interest. I sincerely still believe the game would greatly benefit from a thought-out reward system that would also affect people than aren't splurging hundreds on the battlepass. If they /eve update Dota+ again, I think making hero levels, voicelines and challenges available to all would already benefit the game in terms of securing more regular players. Obviously this means a set amount of people will unsubscribe from the already abandoned service, meaning a financial loss, but it might very well stop a player here and there from leaving if they can play with a goal in mind. (I do understand nothing stops anyone from paying for Dota+ and thus gaining ways of progression, but really now.) In turn it would perhaps incentivize Valve to actually add features to the subscription and make it worth paying for, or remove it from the table.
While I'm nonsensically brainstorming, why not take the low-quality legacy sets from Dota+ store and make them a part of rewards plan? I'm sure it's possible to create a rewarding experience outside the gameplay while not hurting the financial interests of the company. At this point the game is just overmonetized - you'll probably spend less playing csgo. I do understand it's easier to monetize the people that still play the game out of addiction or passion, but this is just furthering an issue.
And once again, I like the game, I like watching the streams, I like reading about Dota memes and posts, and in the end I just want to see the game thrive. With how low-maintenance it seems from a gullible outsiders' perspective, I feel making the game more free to play friendly and using it less as a monetization tool would help a ton. The post will probably get buried or I'll get called deluded (which isn't too far out there) but I really do hope the game can survive with a healthy playercount ideally a maximal amount of time. Just my 2 cents.
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2020.09.22 14:51 Rha3gar The Decay of Autumn

My family… at least what remains of my family, has never been the kind to share stories, especially those telling of our history. You could imagine my surprise when I received my notice of inheritance of the Wolff Farm, once belonging to my Uncle Charlie and Aunt Clara.
I blame the long, lonesome nights for my growing curiosity. The curiosity that led me to the discovery of the separate, hidden diaries within the false bottoms of my Aunt and Uncle’s respective nightstands. As I said, my family members seldom share stories, but I now find it imperative to break this trend.
I have pieced together the separate accounts from their diaries and local news articles— and what I have discovered is unlike anything you have ever heard before. I have come to this sole conclusion: there are unexplainable beings in our world — truly sinister and ever-present.
Below is the story I have created through my research.
Charlie wiped his brow as thunder rolled in the distance. A symphony of raindrops fell on the crops and darkness washed over the farm as he pulled his tractor into the barn. Gunner happily wagged his tail and greeted Charlie as he walked inside the dimly lit farmhouse. Drying his head with towel, Charlie called-out to his wife, Clara, inquiring her plans for their supper. His question was met only with silence. Making his way to the base of the stairs, Charlie called out again. Lightning illuminated the interior of the home as his voice echoed through the halls. Charlie stared at the white carpet in horror during the brief moment of flashing blue-light. Dark-red droplets of liquid painted the stairs.
Time stood still as Charlie ran into master bathroom, covering his mouth as he screamed“NO, NO, NO” repeatedly. Clara cowered in the corner— her inner thighs stained crimson. She rocked back-and-forth, holding a blood-stained bundle of towels in her arms.
Charlie crouched down and gazed at what was once destined to be their child.
Anger and hopelessness rushed through his veins as he took the towels from Clara. She pleaded for Charlie to come back to her as he left the bathroom, descending the stairs and making his way outside into the pouring rain—grabbing a shovel from the shed. Gunner kept his distance as he followed his master deep into the woods.
Charlie struck the ground again-and-again as he dug the grave. Lightning danced along the trees as he placed the small, innocent corpse into the earth before filling the cavity with mud— and finally a large, flat stone. Charlie pointed the shovel at the whimpering dog as they retreated out of the woods and back home, promising the canine that if he ever dug up the grave— it would surely be the last thing he’d ever do.
The two years following that night were the darkest Clara and Charlie would ever see. A series of droughts decimated the crops and steered Charlie’s career from farmer to construction worker. When he punched out in the evenings, Charlie found solace in bourbon and Blair— the young, attractive bartender that poured it for him.
Clara’s days were filled with silence and daydreams of what should have been. She couldn’t bring herself to un-furnish the nursery, complete with a rocking chair, crib, changing table and pink-block-letters on the wall. The letters that spelled the name neither Charlier or Clara could bring themselves to say aloud. A-U-T-U-M-N.
The nursery door remained closed. An unspoken, unbroken rule.
Summer came to an end as a chill filled the air. Charlie staggered through the door. Cold, untouched food decorated the kitchen table. The stench of the bar clung to him. Periods of prolonged silence and resentment accompanied this and most dinners. Another month of infertility had came and went, and neither Charlie nor Clara felt the need to discuss it.
As night fell, the couple completed their respective rituals. Charlie retreated to the recliner with a 6-pack, and Clara retired to the master bedroom. She stripped to her underwear and stared at her body in the mirror as she placed her hands over her lower belly and recited a quiet prayer.
As Clara closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, a breeze whistled through the open window— and with it— a sharp noise pierced the silence. A voice whispered “Mama” and Clara’s eyes burst open as she grabbed her stomach and gasped. Charlie snored, face-down next to her on the bed as she got up and closed the window.
The following morning was filled with grey overcast and cold, thin air. Clara lit a cigarette on the front porch as Charlie’s truck disappeared down the gravel drive. His departure and Clara’s anxiety retreated in tandem. Heavy fog danced atop the Wolff pond and rolled along the desolate dirt patch that had once grown a vast sea of crops. Yet another reminder of what should have been.
As Clara put out the cigarette and turned to walk inside, something at the tree-line of the woods caught her eye. Approaching cautiously she discovered Gunner, still and staring at the threshold of the dense foliage. She called to him to no avail. Clara moved closer. Trembling uncontrollably the dog urinated on himself where he stood. She knelt down to console the frightened German Shepherd. He turned and snarled, viscously snapping at her like a feral beast. Clara fell backwards in fear. She called-out again as the dog turned and ran off in the opposite direction, out-of-sight.
That night when Charlie returned home, Clara told him of the dog’s bizarre behavior. He theorized Gunner likely picked-up on a female’s scent and was filled with aggressive hormones. Charlie then broke the news to Clara that he would be leaving for a few days on a new project. She didn’t feel the need to respond.
Before bed, Charlie reminded Clara of two things. The first being her doctor’s appointment scheduled for the morning, and the second was that today was an ovulation day. The smell of stale beer turned Clara’s stomach as the couple struggled through un-passionate sex that evening. What was supposed to be the act of making love had become yet another tedious chore. Clara turned her head and looked down the darkness of the hall, her heart began to race.
The nursery door was ajar… ever so slightly.
Buzzing, fluorescent lights filled the doctor’s office with a low hum and harsh light. An elderly woman in a blue sweater smiled widely at Clara as she sat and read a magazine. When the nurse called Clara back, the old woman grabbed Clara’s wrist and told her “you’re a wonderful mother.” Clara stuttered a confused response and apology as she shuffled past.
The doctor filled Clara’s ears with the same story she heard over-and-over again. That all her levels looked normal, to keep trying, and get plenty of rest. Clara told the doctor of her issues with sleeping and anxiety. As she left the office with a fresh bottle of sleeping pills, she noticed the old woman was nowhere in sight.
The night was quieter with Charlie gone and Gunner still missing. Clara called Charlie’s hotel room, and was met with his annoyed tone. Charlie told her that he was exhausted and would be home in a few days. As she was hanging up, Clara thought she heard the sound of a female voice in the background. Clara convinced herself that Charlie probably had the TV on in the room.
A double dose of sleeping pills kicked-in, and Clara dreamt of the woods.
Running through the trees in the darkness, Clara followed the harsh sound of a baby wailing in pain. The cries rang so loudly, she thought her ears were going to bleed. Clara fell to her knees in a clearing in the woods and listened for the cries. The wailing was muffled now, coming from the soil beneath her. She dug frantically into the earth, scraping and clawing grass and dirt. As she raked her fingers deeper-and-deeper, blood began to pool from within the hole beneath her. The bloody-mud consumed her body as she sunk, and the baby’s cries turned to laughter.
Clara awoke in a cold sweat and hurried downstairs for glass of water and a cigarette. Just as she calmed herself down, Clara nearly retched when she noticed the fresh dirt caked beneath each fingernail.
Sleep-deprived, Clara looked out the window until the orange sunlight of dawn peaked through the blinds. She forced herself to get dressed and slowly made her way to the market. Clara couldn’t help but feel as though she was simply going through the motions of life. After checking out at the register, Clara walked to her car and noticed a familiar face standing in the parking lot. She took a deep breath and approached the old woman from the doctor’s office, still dressed in the same blue sweater. Her heart pounded in her chest. After a deep breath of confidence, Clara approached the woman and introduced herself. She told her they met the other day, and the woman nodded in agreement. Clara asked what she meant when she told her she was a good mother. The old woman spoke softly as she climbed into the driver’s seat. She told Clara that she drives by the Wolff Farm every now and again, and loves seeing her little girl playing in the woods. Before Clara could respond, the old woman waved goodbye and drove off.
That night, Clara flipped on the TV and stared at the black-and-white screen. The noise and light soothed her as her eyes grew heavy once-again, taking another white pill for good measure. The sound TV static woke Clara as the sun disappeared over the horizon, the volume increasing with each passing second. The light strained Clara’s eyes as crawled towards the television set on all fours. Reaching for the dial, the screen changed — taking her off-guard. The static replaced with an image a woman holding a baby in a rocking chair. Clara squinted at the screen as her eyes struggled to make-out the details. She reached for the dial again, turning the TV off. Clara laughed at herself for foolishly being scared. As she got up from the floor, the TV kicked on once again. The woman now hung from a noose above the chair, which continued to rock back-and-forth. Clara gazed in disbelief, frozen in fear. The TV’s sound of the rocking creaked rhythmically against the wood floor. Clara screamed and pulled the plug from the wall. The noise continued as she came to the realization that the sound wasn’t coming from the TV— but from the rocking chair in the nursery upstairs.
Charlie returned home that same evening, changing his shirt in his truck to hide the smell of Blair’s perfume. He entered and was distraught when he found the farmhouse to be empty. He called for Clara, answered only by his echoes.
And for the next few months, Charlie was alone.
Family, friends and neighbors searched the surrounding area to no avail. Clara seemed to have vanished without a trace.
Blair frequented the Wolff home as Charlie had come to the conclusion that Clara would not be returning. Charlie and Blair sat near the fireplace, drinking and talking as they did on most evenings. Tonight was different, however. Charlies vision began to blur. Blair lied face-down on the carpet after just half a drink. Charlie looked to the bourbon in his hand, then to the decanter. The flames of the fire danced as he swirled the amber liquid, a white foam clung to the sides of the glass. Charlie stumbled to the bathroom, attempting to purge himself. Just before losing consciousness, he caught a glimpse of Clara’s empty sleeping pill bottle in the waste bin.
The blistering Winter wind woke Charlie from his daze. The ropes that bound him to the large oak tree dug into his shoulders. He tired to call out, but only small whimper escaped his lungs. As Clara approached him from within the woods, Charlie could hardly recognize her. Her disheveled clothes hung loosely from her gaunt frame. Clara stood before Charlie, and he was speechless. She told him of how she would leave him here to freeze to death— forgotten in the woods like their daughter. She cursed his name for taking their baby and burying her in the woods.
Charlie pleaded with his delusional wife, begging her to remember the truth of that night. Tears streamed from his eyes as he recounted the memory of of their stillborn child, the baby who was never given the chance to take her first breath. Clara only stared at him. The morbid realization that there was no getting through to Clara creeped-in. Charlie sunk his head as he quietly sawed at the ropes with the knife in his back pocket. Clara walked closer and called him a liar as she stroked his cheek.
"Autumn is ready for you.”
Charlie hadn’t heard the name spoken aloud in years. The ropes held by just a few threads against his blade. Clara knelt down near the large foxhole at the base of a large oak, and Charlie eyed her curiously. Clara whispered into the hole for a few moments before stepping away.
Charlie’s heart pounded in his chest as the creature emerged from the hole.
His eyes and brain battled with one another as he tried to comprehend the distorted flesh, hair, and bone that stood on two legs as if crudely impersonating a human being. Clara beamed with admiration, her vision and memories poisoned by the creature which guised itself as a beautiful child in her eyes.
The ropes snapped with a final slash of Charlie’s knife, and he fell before the creature— its decrepit finger scratching Charlie’s leg as he ran towards the tree-line.
The house came into view, and Charlie saw a glimmer of hope. His leg throbbed with pain, yellow pus oozed from the wound the creature left. He fell to the ground as new memories rushed through his mind, memories of raising a beautiful, healthy daughter. Charlie writhed as he fought the faux recollections, grasping to hold onto the truth.
Clara and the creature stood before him once more. Charlie turned towards them, and Clara smiled. Telling him of how he would truly see Autumn, his daughter, for the first time. The creature’s transformation displayed before him, tricking his mind into seeing the child that never was.
Enraged, Charlie scooped the creature up in his arms and ran. Clara followed slowly behind. The creature whispered into his ear as he stumbled towards the frozen pond. It told him that all would be over soon, how it would feed on them both— body, mind and soul just as it had fed on countless others for centuries.
Charlie walked with the creature onto the thin ice, he turned and smiled at his wife one final time as a tear streamed down his face. In his arms he held the child, the one Clara promised he would see. In a final moment of clarity, Charlie saw the lie before him and jumped. His boots shattered the ice as he held the creature close — both descending into the darkness.
And as the frigid waters took the life from Charlie and the creature, Clara’s mind unclouded— free from pain, and ready to start anew.
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2020.09.22 14:50 superchillvibez 32 [M4F]

Happy Tuesday that feels like a Monday. But let’s be honest, it’s felt like Monday since March. I’m going to list my interests below. We don’t even have to have anything in common though. I’m that confident in my ability to make you laugh and be entertaining. All I’m asking is that you bring a little something to the table.
My job is easy and I’m afforded a lot of free time. I’ve found nothing melts the time away quite like chatting and meeting new folks. I’m new to kikpals but I’ve been doing this for a while. Just wanting to try kikpals as an alternative to find new chat buddies.
Interests: Reading Games Pizza Running Donuts General Health and Fitness TV and Movies Exhibition Naps Fridays (the day not the restaurant) Cards Sports
If we share something in common I’m totally here for going in depth on the subject. If you’re passionate about something that I’m not, I’d love to know every detail about why you love it. Hell, if all else fails we can just play the one on one version of Ask Me Anything. Look, I’ve got solutions for any roadblock we encounter. So message me and LFG!
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2020.09.22 14:44 Snaglecratch Running has Changed My Life

6 years ago, I was a fat piece of crap. I'm 5'7 and back then I was pushing 300 pounds. I was a regular smoker, and I drank more than I should. I was most definitely on a path to an avoidable premature death. I was depressed, and care to or believe I could change.
Fast forward to last week, I'm meeting with my new primary care physician after moving. 155 lbs. "Perfect" blood pressure. I just got my lab results back and literally everything from my bloodwork is in a healthy range. To top it off, when he checked my heart rate, my doctor said "Your resting heart rate is good. Really good. Are you a runner?" The word "Wow" was used. I had not discussed running or any exercise at that point. I was (still am) beaming.
What changed? I assume you know where this is going. I started hitting the gym. Eventually I gravitated from the weight room and the elliptical to the treadmill and the trails. Currently I hover around 50ish miles per week - I've lost the weight, kept it off, quit the cigs, and I can be honest with myself when I say I'm unwinding on the weekend and enjoy the taste of a good porter, rather than getting blasted because I feel like doing nothing else.
Running has cured me, physically and mentally. It went from a joy to a passion. I have a hobby that is good for me, that I can look forward to. Now, think I've created the opposite problem - I'm addicted. Possibly unhealthily so. But I can learn again to moderate.
Can I still improve? Of course I can. That's another thing I love about running - there's always room for improvement. I should still cut back on the booze, and quite frankly my diet is shit. But that's not the point. My quality of life is dramatically better, and I have running to thank.
Admittedly, this is a rather self aggrandizing post. I'd like to think I can offer encouragement though. I have friends and loved ones struggling with a myriad of issues physically, physically and emotionally (I think we all do), and my experience helps me sympathize with and encourage them.
What about you, runnit? What's your story? How has running helped change your life?
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2020.09.22 14:28 sthclever013 Should I turn my hobby into my job?

I love comicbooks and stuff so when I finished college I started experimenting with Youtube just cause I was bored and I didn't want to pick a career path yet. On my youtube channel I do comic book videos. So I was thinking since I have the passion should I try to turn it into a business and do the youtube thing with profit in mind? I am hesitant to do so because I love my hobby and I don't want to turn what I love into work. Reading comics is something I do for fun and i'm afraid making it my bread and butter is going to spoil that. It is where I go to relax. I don't know if anyone has felt this way. If i make it work and it stress me out what the hell do I do then? Don't know if what i'm saying is silly but I need feedback and my friends won't get it. Anybody with experience following their passion? What advice can you give?
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2020.09.22 14:10 FUMorgan Don't follow your fucking passion

I'm 22. I play music since I'm 4 and play video games since I'm 6. These are my 2 passions in life.
I was admitted into a very selective Sound Design for Video Games school. We're 15. I may have the chance to work on big AAA titles in the future thanks to this school. We already did 15 projects in 2 months. Some big some small. Curriculum ends on June 2021.
Everyone says "Follow your fucking passion" and I'm here to say "that's bullshit". To me, passion only leads to premature burnout. Maybe not for other people, but to me yes. I feel so energy depraved and lifeless. I feel mad. Really. Like I'm such unstable right now.
I'm very grateful for all the things I'm learning. You know, I think I've never learned that much in such time.
But fuck it's driving me insane. I've got thoughts of violence towards others and myself. I'm such a bad person right now. And I want to thank my friends for being here to support me even if I'm really not the person I was few months ago.
I'm asking you: Is this sane? Is this worth it?
I can't manage to work. And that's so weird. Sometimes I absolutely love my work. Sometimes I just plain HATE it. Like now.
I'm very far from my own definition of success. I just want a simple life where I can take care of my friends and family and indulge in the simple pleasures of life. Not work that much, not having that much. Simple just simple.
My mind and emotions are already a mess. I need simple things.
Is this worth it? I feel like sacrificing my health for so called passion.
It's so sad because people I work with are awesome, like really. And yeah overall it's a very cool thing to do.
People always are impressed when I show them my work. People hold me in a very high esteem. "Wow you're working in video games, that's sick!". But paradoxically, I've never felt so shit than today. Talent is nothing without hard work. But I can't seem to manage hard work. I feel shit for that really. And I don't have money. Fuck.
It's the first time in my life my parents are really proud of me, and they engaged in a credit of 8000€ just for me, because they trust me. But me, I don't trust I have the gut to do that. I'm fucking deceptive shit. I'm so late.
Why did I want to do that? Now I'm blocked! I always can take an egoistic decision of quitting but what is this gonna do to my parents relationship?
Shit, I don't know and this is all fucking annoying. I was angry at the beginning of the post. Now I'm just depressed and I want to sleep and stop all this.
I don't know, fuck it. Really fuck it. I can't make my mind around that.
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2020.09.22 14:05 totheoneswho I (30F) need help with my girlfriend’s (26F) anxiety and depression

My girlfriend and I have just celebrated five years together. We’ve been engaged for two years now. Ever since I’ve known her, she has been anxious and depressed. It’s only gotten worse over the years and I know that my complacency and giving in have contributed.
When my girlfriend moved here (it was long distance) she had a regular job, drove regularly, practiced regular hygiene and put on makeup regularly. Now, she showers once or twice every two weeks, hasn’t done her makeup for at least a year, and hasn’t had a job or driven in three years.
I’ve attempted to convince her to get into therapy and get medicated if it were appropriate... but she won’t do it. When she was a teenager, her parents told her depression wasn’t real, and that she was just lazy. Her parents split when she was a teenager. An uncle physically abused her and her parents didn’t take it seriously or believe her.
In this past year, it has gotten infinitely worse because her dog of 13 year passed. This dog was really something special, and was with her through all of these tough times.
I’m at my wits end because I love her more than anything, but I’m losing her. Almost all she does now is watch tv and sleep. She’s given up on caring about herself. I don’t care about her weight, but I know she does and she’s let it go. I don’t care about the makeup, but it was her passion. I make enough money to support us, so I’d rather she didn’t work if she doesn’t want to, but I also know it’s a lonely existence when I’m at work and she’s far from her family.
I just don’t know what to do or how to help her. I’m scared and feel incredibly alone and want to protect her all at the same time. What can I do to help? Have you been in a similar situation? How can I help even in tiny ways to get back on track?
Tl;dr, my girlfriend has extreme anxiety and depression and has all but given up at life.
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2020.09.22 13:55 DrScrimpPuertoRico Just switched from Chrome to Edge!

I never thought I would switch to a MS browser (I always hated IE with a passion) but I took the plunge on all of my PCs and I absolutely love it so far.
That being said, I am a little sad that I have to stick with Chrome on my Samsung device because Edge mobile is a nightmare! Correct me if I am missing something but:
  1. You can't have your favorites bar display, you can only access bookmarks via menu navigation
  2. Does not play with 1password for autofill (I assume other 3rd party pw managers wouldn't work either)
  3. Despite changing the default search and homepage/new tab, the only thing that loads at startup or new tab is the microsoft home page
I'd like to switch 100% but those are some pretty glaring issues imo
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2020.09.22 13:53 originalusername1996 Job listings that require you to be fully flexible for part time hours can suck my metaphorical dick

If I was fully flexible I wouldn't be looking for a job that's only 20 hours a week you dipshit. It's totally unrealistic to require someone who's only going to work maximum 2/3 shifts a week to be free all the time. Because if you only want/need 2/3 shifts you've got other shit to do. I would love to work in this established I need to pay my rent and college fees and I'm passionate about not starving. I can work evenings Monday - Thursday and Friday - Sunday all day. Sure it's not """fully flexible""" but fuck me it's flexible enough.
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2020.09.22 13:44 Fierytail003 It's all in our heads.

As Rick(*) puts it, "I hate to break it to you, but what people calls “love” is just a chemical reaction that compels animals to breed. It hits hard, then it slowly fades, leaving you stranded in a failing marriage."
 We humans fundamentally belong to the Earth's native animal strata. But often our brains, demanding to be more functional than any other animals', often fails to accept this and demands a more sane explanation. It therefore position itself to come to the conclusion that humans belong to a whole different biological realm. Well most of us do. I mean if I ask if you are an animal, will you happily agree? We humans often mistake our aggressive endeavors as evidence of our intelligence. We often think we are the most evolved guys around but that's just nature playing its part. We aren't the ones who's evolving. Sure sure,the actual physical and mental changes occur within us. However, thinking from a different perspective allows you to say that nature's the one who's evolving. However, it is difficult to say if it is evolving in the most moral way possible but why does it ever matter. Nature has always tested us. It gives us some additional feature to work with and sees whether it suits the requirements. Morality was never one of the key requirements. It has always been survival as life was limited to a planet that have no possibility of expanding its "livable" part. So it was clear from the start that the most evolved ones were to stay and the ones that don't,or weren't equipped with useful qualities, will meet death. We have no other option but to accept the fact that we are animals. And like all of the species in the animal kingdom,there must be something that seperates us from other animals. We often mistake that our segregating factor is the ability that we are able to think sanely and to be emotionally conscious. That's just complete nonsense. That would lead to the conclusion that animals do not have the slightest idea of what consciousness is. Do you really believe that all animals you see just walk around without actually carrying out any sort of mental processes? Now if you really got the guts now to call yourself an animal, you are accepting the fact that love doesn't exist. You see the main purpose of an animal is to eat and basic survival. But the barrier of certain death compels an animal to resort to alternative methods to continue its biological genome even if it means its not the actual former who actually continue to exist. So,it mates with other members of its family and creates progenies with remarkably similar genetic data. Small miscrepancies that might occur within this phenomenon contributes to evolution. So what we call "Love" is actually the last hope of life trying to do what it does best-to carry on,to continue. As we humans often exaggerate our abilities, we mistake this chemical reaction that compels us to breed as something much more. We try to stick around our self-found partners even if we don't like it. The truth is infact that we aren't evolved to feel that way. Yet we often take our basic survival processes as pathways to morality and mistake our care for a person as something called love. That uneasy feeling that you are created for them and vice-versa. Just think what quality of a person made you fall in love with him/her. Your brain might force you to say that it was their personality,their innocence and what not. But the truth is that it was their actual physical appearance and viability to you,as it is in the animal world, that made you feel attracted. Now we often substitute this basic feature for so many others making it really difficult to find a suitable candidate, making you fall into lifelong depression because you couldn't find a suitable lifemate. Now, it is quite funny to think that when you have pre-positioned yourself to be something different from an animal, something lower in status and abilities than you, to be something higher in both constraints-to be "human". But it is easier for an animal to breed than you do. And for that matter, with multiple accquaintances.And that is the sole purpose of a human and an animal. 
And lastly if this passage offended your principles in anyway, which I am pretty sure did, I deeply regret for the same.
(*)Rick Sanchez from the animated series, "Rick and Morty". I omitted "Morty" from the quote to stick to the idea I wish to convey through this passage.
Thanks for your time, Whatever that maybe.
Ok. Let's get real.
 Everything you just read made you think what a complete fool I am to question love. It's like the most powerful thing ever. Or maybe its because I just broke up with someone. But, no. 
What we call love is simply care for another person, if you really think about it, it's nothing magical or something exclusively destined for us.
You see, human life is existential horror. Since we became "us", we've been searching for purpose. And judging by our current state, it's safe to say we haven't. We're still bound by our myths. By myths, I don't exclusively mean religion. Money, time, personal property, rights and whatnot are all myths we've created to make us feel like we know what we are doing. But we're not. And don't feel sad. Life is not about purpose, your aims, "passion" and all that. It's about nothing. You are here and that's it. That's really it. You don't have to do anything. You don't need to do anything. Heck, you don't have anything TO do, if you really think. Everything you do is bound by our own myths. And that's fine. It's the best we can do.
Thank you for reading. If indeed there is a you and you are not part of a simulation that programmed you to read this now or if there is a God who gave you so much sentience that you could question his existence or if the universe is one collective memory and what I do influences you(or essentially me) and everyone else.
Ok. Sorry for the decayed brain cells. If there is really a brai...
Ok I'll stop. It stopped being funny.
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