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24M [Chat] [Relationship] Looking for a girl to go the distance with

2020.09.22 20:52 Looking4Luvthrowaway 24M [Chat] [Relationship] Looking for a girl to go the distance with

If you're reading this then you're probably looking for the same thing I am, someone to be with long term, in which case we already have 1 thing in common. I want someone to flirt and just talk all night with, small talk and all, I want us to take our time in getting to know each other, the nuances of our personalities, our quirks and tendencies and see where that leads us, I really don't mind any timezone or country, I'm from the UK incase you're wondering (British accent locked and loaded). I'm open to long distance, I think there is a lot of attraction to be found in differences.
I think of myself as an open book, I like trying new things and meeting all sorts of fantastic people, I'd describe myself as someone who does not judge nor holds prejudice, I like to treat and think of people as individuals with their own unique circumstances. I consider myself a bit of a humanitarian. I have darker olive skin, leaneathletic build. Black eyes and black hair.. I'd be happy to show you what I look like in private if we have the right chemistry.
Some reasons why you should talk to me:
I only have 3 requirements:
So if you're reading this, and probably over thinking things, take a chance, send me a message and lets see where we end up, lets go on an adventure and make some memories and appreciate the time we spend with each other. Hopefully I'll be talking with you very soon, until then take care and stay safe.
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2020.09.22 19:35 Looking4Luvthrowaway 24 [M4F] Looking for a girl to go the distance with

If you're reading this then you're probably looking for the same thing I am, someone to be with long term, in which case we already have 1 thing in common. I want someone to flirt and just talk all night with, small talk and all, I want us to take our time in getting to know each other, the nuances of our personalities, our quirks and tendencies and see where that leads us, I really don't mind any timezone or country, I'm from the UK incase you're wondering (British accent locked and loaded). I'm open to long distance, I think there is a lot of attraction to be found in differences.
I think of myself as an open book, I like trying new things and meeting all sorts of fantastic people, I'd describe myself as someone who does not judge nor holds prejudice, I like to treat and think of people as individuals with their own unique circumstances. I consider myself a bit of a humanitarian. I have darker olive skin, leaneathletic build. Black eyes and black hair.. I'd be happy to show you what I look like in private if we have the right chemistry.
Some reasons why you should talk to me:
I only have 3 requirements:
So if you're reading this, and probably over thinking things, take a chance, send me a message and lets see where we end up, lets go on an adventure and make some memories and appreciate the time we spend with each other. Hopefully I'll be talking with you very soon, until then take care and stay safe.
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2020.09.10 00:54 latiascore 16f :]

16f lookin for [friendship]
hi :> you can call me Val. if you just send me a low effort pm like “hey” or “hyd” then please just don’t message me. this is going to be really long so bear with me (or not).
some of my interests:
movies: my favorite genre is horror, in everything. so i watch exclusively horror movies, but i’m also rlly into studio ghibli! my fav horror movie is hereditary! i could talk for hours about it, it’s great
videogames: i’m a huge nintendo fan!! i’ve been playing pokémon since i was a kid. i’ve also played ocarina of time and i’m currently playing breath of the wild. i also really like animal crossing! i also like undertale, off, deltarune, yume nikki and minecraft and the sims.
manga/anime: i used to be really into anime but i don’t watch it nearly as often now, still
and i’ve only read Junji Ito’s mangas (almost all of them), but i’m trying to read other horror mangaka’s works too :]
music i like:
other interests:
about me !!
i’m looking for people who have similar interests to mine who aren’t dry texters and/or creeps. no i won’t send nudes and i’m not looking for a romantic relationship right now. if you’ve read this far and want to talk to me, send me a pm with your favorite color and a random, interesting fact about you! this way i’ll know you actually read this and didn’t text me just because you saw i’m a girl. have a nice day/evening!🌻 pd: it’s 1am here so i’ll answer tomorrow!
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2020.09.09 20:09 latiascore 16f lookin for [friendship]

hi :> you can call me Val. if you just send me a low effort pm like “hey” or “hyd” then please just don’t message me. this is going to be really long so bear with me (or not).
some of my interests:
movies: my favorite genre is horror, in everything. so i watch exclusively horror movies, but i’m also rlly into studio ghibli! my fav horror movie is hereditary! i could talk for hours about it, it’s great
videogames: i’m a huge nintendo fan!! i’ve been playing pokémon since i was a kid. i’ve also played ocarina of time and i’m currently playing breath of the wild. i also really like animal crossing! i also like undertale, off, deltarune, yume nikki and minecraft and the sims.
manga/anime: i used to be really into anime but i don’t watch it nearly as often now, still
and i’ve only read Junji Ito’s mangas (almost all of them), but i’m trying to read other horror mangaka’s works too :]
music i like:
other interests:
about me !!
i’m looking for people who have similar interests to mine who aren’t dry texters and/or creeps. no i won’t send nudes and i’m not looking for a romantic relationship right now. if you’ve read this far and want to talk to me, send me a pm with your favorite color and a random, interesting fact about you! this way i’ll know you actually read this and didn’t text me just because you saw i’m a girl. have a nice day! 🌻
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2020.09.08 22:37 latiascore 16f!🌼

hi :> you can call me Val. if you just send me a low effort pm like “hey” or “hyd” then please just don’t message me. this is going to be really long so bear with me (or not).
some of my interests:
movies: my favorite genre is horror, in everything. so i watch exclusively horror movies, but i’m also rlly into studio ghibli! my fav horror movie is hereditary! i could talk for hours about it, it’s great
videogames: i’m a huge nintendo fan!! i’ve been playing pokémon since i was a kid. i’ve also played ocarina of time and i’m currently playing breath of the wild. i also really like animal crossing! i also like undertale, off, deltarune, yume nikki and minecraft and the sims.
manga/anime: i used to be really into anime but i don’t watch it nearly as often now, still
and i’ve only read Junji Ito’s mangas (almost all of them), but i’m trying to read other horror mangaka’s works too :]
music i like:
other interests:
about me !!
i’m looking for people who have similar interests to mine who aren’t dry texters and/or creeps. no i won’t send nudes and i’m not looking for a romantic relationship right now. if you’ve read this far and want to talk to me, send me a pm with your favorite color and a random fact about you! this way i’ll know you’re actually interested and didn’t text me just because you saw i’m a girl. have a nice day!
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2020.09.07 23:02 latiascore 16f 🌸

hi :> you can call me Val. if you just send me a low effort pm like “hey” or “hyd” then please just don’t message me. this is going to be really long so bear with me (or not).
some of my interests:
movies: my favorite genre is horror, in everything. so i watch exclusively horror movies, but i’m also rlly into studio ghibli! my fav horror movie is hereditary! i could talk for hours about it, it’s great.
videogames: i’m a huge nintendo fan!! i’ve been playing pokémon since i was a kid. i’ve also played ocarina of time and i’m currently playing breath of the wild. i also really like animal crossing! i also like undertale, off, deltarune, yume nikki and minecraft and the sims.
manga/anime: i used to be really into anime but i don’t watch it nearly as often now, still
and i’ve only read Junji Ito’s mangas (almost all of them), but i’m trying to read other horror mangaka’s works too :]
music i like:
other interests:
about me !!
i’m looking for people who have similar interests to mine who aren’t dry texters and/or creeps. no i won’t send nudes and i’m not looking for a romantic relationship right now. if you’ve read this far and want to talk to me, send me a pm with your favorite color and a random fact about you! this way i’ll know you’re actually interested and didn’t text me just because you saw i’m a girl. have a nice day! 🌸
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2020.08.22 08:15 loverrrrs 20F looking to make friends!

Hello there! I'm a 20-year-old female and I'm looking to make some, hopefully, long-term friendships :) Here's a little about me:
I'm black and I'm from the Caribbean. If you like learning about new places, cultures and things like that then I'm your girl! I'm a full-time university student studying journalism. I'm minoring in psychology but I'm thinking about changing it. I'm a very ambitious and driven person who is very passionate about my major. I spend most of my time reading up on things and doing research.
I'm into true crime, conspiracy theories, cults, and internet oddities. My favorite YouTubers who cover these subjects are Nexpo, Kendall Rae, Bella Fiori, Reignbot, Primink, and ScareTheater. I love to watch mystery, psychological, horror, thriller, and suspense movies/shows. I also love documentaries. I'm a very open person when it comes to music. I listen to whatever my ears like.
I love to read and write but I don't do either of those things as often as I should. I just recently wrote a short story that I'm sort of proud of because it's the first one that I've actually completed. I hope to publish someday.
I also like to talk on the phone/send voice notes because I always have a lot to say and I hate typing sometimes lol if you're not okay with that though then it's okay, just let me know!
If you're thinking about messaging me, please be:
I hope to hear from some of you :)
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2020.08.17 20:02 ardentmiss 27 [F4R] Lemme see those post histories!

Hi Kikpals!
I’m in a great mood and want to pass the time, and I was browsing this sub for people to reach out to. And I realized it was a little disappointing when folks had a great post, but then a ghost town in their post history. I know alts are a thing—heck, this is my alt! But I’m curious to see what people actually post and respond to on here, coupled with what they’re looking for in a Kikpal.
So, I’d like to see your post history! If you’d like to see if we’re a chatting match, please send me a message and tell me a little bit about yourself. The post history should also help, too. ;)
To start off on good faith: I’m 27, Black Southern American (though living in the North for now). I’m married, Polyam, and honestly not looking for anything in that realm right now. I game online with my friends and occasionally I stream. Lately I’ve been getting back into the WWE universe, and I love talking about who to hate. I’m a stoner, medically. I’ve got some mental illnesses too, but I’m working on that to make life a little bit easier. And my current favorite snack at the moment are sour gummy worms! I like talking to people who have a lot to say, who have opinions but also can present the evidence to back them up. I’m not interested in arguing or debating, especially when it comes to topics relating to my identity and experience (race, sexuality, gender). I do this for a living, and that’s one space I’d like to tackle when I want to. But other than that, I’m very open! I’m an avid texter, and I like to find others like that, too. One word answers are like anti-catnip to me. And I would also prefer talking to people around my age, or older. Sorry younger folks!
So! If this idea sounds fun, please do shoot me a message. If not, that’s okay! Thanks for reading, and good luck out there!
-AM
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2020.08.16 12:31 wowowow11111 Living Alone for the First Time

TLDR; After plans to live with “friends” fell through, I ended up taking my only option: a single br apartment. Leaving my family to live alone is giving me separation anxiety, so I wanted to bring my cat. Parents dismissed my mental health problems so I’ve been lying to my pediatrician about not being depressed/anxious over the years. Now, pediatrician won’t write me an ESA letter. Feeling even more hopeless about moving :(
Hi! This is my first time posting here and I guess it’s more of a venting post haha. I’m [19F] a college student living alone for the first time in my very own apartment. I initially had 2 other female roommates who I considered very close friends, but the living environment in that house got toxic so I decided to break the lease. Anywho, I’ve been experiencing a great deal of separation anxiety about living in my own apartment and leaving my family and cats after being home for about 6 months straight. Especially with my campus essentially being dead and not having friends close by, I feel a deep sense of dread about returning to school knowing how drastically different this year will be. Volunteering and my work study job has always been my escape from stress, but without these I’m going to be stuck in my apartment with my thoughts basically all the time. My obvious solution to this was to bring one of my cats to live with me!
Here’s where I effed up, over the past however many years, I’ve never been transparent about my mental health issues with my primary physician. I’ve talked to counselors in high school and college, but I haven’t taken to formal step to tell my actual provider and get a therapist. In the black community (or any community really), there’s a pretty large stigma surrounding mental health issues. I was extremely depressed (lowest of the low, if you catch my drift) for years in middle school and when I told my parents, they just made me feel guilty and told me I would go to hell if I actually did it. Since then, I’ve refused to talk about anything mental-health related with them. Unfortunately, my mom still makes my doctor appointments and drives me to them AND sits in the room while I get check ups. So when my doctor asks about mental health, I always lie and say I’ve never experienced depression or anxiety. Thus, when I called her yesterday to ask for an ESA consultation to bring my cat with me to my pet-free apartment, I was obviously turned down. She, who is also a black woman, said a pet would just be a distraction and I should focus on my studies. She wouldn’t let me explain that being alone 24/7, even as an introvert, is emotionally taxing to someone who has been raised so coddled/family-oriented.
The last time I lived alone in a single dorm, I ended up getting a semester-long episode of depression and felt so anxious that I would stay in my dorm for days at a time to avoid seeing people. My grades fell, I had to drop a class, I started getting anxiety attacks over little things, and I lost a significant amount of weight since I refused to go to dining halls. All of this happened in a residence hall with my friends being doors away and the mental health center across the street, I can’t imagine what I would do if I had another episode while living off campus by myself. Not to mention that I’m not really a texter, so I’m pretty sure I’ve lost the small amount of friends I did have over quarantine. I don’t even know how I would make new ones with coronavirus restrictions.
I thought about getting an online ESA letter (but I don’t think those are legit) or maybe just calling my school to see if they can help. I really just feel lost at the moment and upset at myself. I formally move-in next Saturday and I’m not emotionally prepared. I don’t know what to do, it feels like every attempt I’ve made to address my mental health issues has been rebuffed by people I trust. I’m generally an optimistic/realistic person; I know it won’t be as bad as my brain is telling me it will be, but I feel so hopeless right now. All I can think about are the negatives. So much for my senior year.
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2020.08.12 15:04 cloudydream3 First date with INTJ

ENFP here. I went on a date with INTJ recently and was charmed by his calm and logical thoughts. I was being very ENFP (outgoing) so the date went well. He's so analytical that he noticed I was wearing the same shoe as my picture (it's literally just a normal black shoe lol). I know how everyone is talking about INTJ being loyal and nice blah blah. But from our conversation, he straight out told me that he's seeing different girls and is not considering anything serious etc. He admitted that he had feelings for one girl he's seeing but had no plans of being a couple.
I'm not looking for anything serious either but I'm wondering if y'all think I should still continue seeing him? We never exchanged socials so do you think INTJ stalks me secretly? (I never revealed my last name tho). We ended the night with sex, and he never texts me back the next day. Is INTJ just not a texter or he's seeing me only as a sexual partner?
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2020.07.28 17:02 Scoutfinch54 A neighbor said something strange to me [25/m] and my girlfriend [25/f] and now I’m questioning if my gf is cheating.

EDIT Some of you mentioned it sounds like I have trust issues, which I do. I have been living with my gf for 8 months and we have been together for much longer than that. A few months ago we were sitting on the couch with our phones between us. Her phone got a text, and my eyes automatically looked at the phone that lit up. I saw that it was from a male name that is highly unlikely to be unisex, let's say I saw the texter was "Justin". She grabbed her phone right away and started replying. I asked, "Who was that?". As she's texting them back she says, oh it's just "Kelly". When she said a name not what I saw, I told her that what I saw looked like a guy's name. Now I want her to show me who that text was from to give me some peace of mind. She kept saying that I should trust her and that she doesn't need to show me her phone. Because Im not going to physically take her phone from her, I dropped it. I feel like wanting to see the text after she told me she's texting a girl when I saw it was from a guy is reasonable. Also, I don't have any issue with her communicating with other guys, I just dont like her lying about it.
My girlfriend has relatives that went on vacation. We agreed to watch their dog while they are gone. The first day the dog started barking a lot and seemed stressed about staying in our apartment, so we decided that my gf would take the dog back to its house and she would stay their with the dog until the family got back home. After her staying at the house for a few days, I came over to see her, the dog and the family’s house. When I got there it was me and my girlfriend out in front of the house about to go in. A neighbor walked over to say hello to us but also seemed like he wanted to know who these strangers are outside his neighbor’s house. I was friendly, said hello and explained that this is my girlfriend and her relatives are out of town and that we are watching their house/dog while they are away.
The neighbor said, “Oh I see, but what about the black truck that was in the driveway last night?”. I immediately looked at my gf and said, “I don’t know about that.” She looks back at us looking confused and said, “I don’t know about that either.” We sort of all brushed it off, said goodbye to the neighbor and went inside.
In my head I’m concerned because the neighbor thought there was a vehicle in the driveway last night? And I can’t help but think that a black truck is stereotypically a male vehicle. I decided to give my girlfriend a few minutes to see if she would bring it up. If there really was a vehicle in the driveway that she didn’t know about I would think she would be freaking out and say something right away. She didn’t mention anything. So after a few minutes inside I brought it up again and she said she didn’t know what the guy was talking about. I don’t have any evidence so the convo got dropped pretty quick. I don’t know if there was someone over at the house with her or if I’m just being paranoid and what the neighbor said/saw is just a misunderstanding.
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2020.07.28 07:05 whoinvitedthesepeopl Had a couple of problematic orders (as a customer) how can I make them better.

I have had a couple of problems with orders lately and wondering if there is anything I can do to make this work better? 1. Ordered a batch of groceries (about $250 order $50+ tip). One of the items was a special request to get a pre-made frozen cake from the bakery. I added detailed instructions about what type of cake and frosting because of a dietary issue. The store usually stocks them (no dairy/white cake, white frosting). What I got was from the same company and nothing but the color of the frosting matched. I think the shopper just ignored the details saw the cake was white color on the outside, right brand and ignored everything else. I had a $20 cake in the fridge mocking me. Glad the kid eventually ate it all, I couldn't. 2. Ordered a batch of groceries (about $170, $40 tip). I got visibly rotten produce. Instacart refunded it without question but brown, fuzzy/black all over, slimey zucchini. I have been reluctant to give anyone a bad rating but they clearly didn't even glance at this before they threw it in the cart. Not sure what I should really do? Let it be, I got a refund? Do shoppers really want me to leave a note to check the produce for freshness? They left 2 veggie flat cardboard boxes of the groceries on the front porch. One of these weighed about 40 pounds. I have been trying to heal a shoulder injury. I couldn't pick up the box so I assumed I could drag it into the entry way to unload it. I ended up re-injuring my shoulder when the box was so heavy it wouldn't even slide. It was all liquids and canned goods under some bread and chips. I have no problem paying extra for bags (Aldi) or they can use boxes if they want but what is the best way to communicate this up front or explain to weight limit the boxes? I have had Costco orders that were almost this bad, tons of heavy stuff in a big box that I can't move so I end up having to bring everything in the house an armload at a time. 3. I have had a couple of shoppers blow up my phone while they are shopping. Like so many texts at once my phone won't stop flipping out long enough for me to answer any of them. I am not sure if Instacart's system is backing up these messages then they all get sent in one shot rather than a few second/minutes apart or if these shoppers are super hyper speed texters? I try to make sure all of the items have an alternative or don't replace to save the shopper time and cut down on needing to spend time asking me things.
I want things to be as efficient and easy as possible on the shopper but as a customer some of this has been really frustrating. How can I do my part better to make things go smoother?
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2020.07.24 08:21 saimoonariyyy 17 F looking for [friendship]

Unfortunately due to my living environment, I can’t call or ft people but I can text. I’m a pretty good texter if you are very fun, cool or interesting.
Favorite things to do: Read webtoon comics, watching tv(favorite shows right now are Naruto & Degrassi)
Personality: Nice, caring, and sometimes goofy Somewhat of an ambivert
Race: I’m mixed, but I mostly identify myself as black
and I’ll be going to college next month looking forward to getting my bachelors degree in mathematics :)
~nobody ever really texts me so I want to try making more friends. Anybody that wants to text me, dm me plz❤️
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2020.07.19 21:56 MikeJesus I have escaped the village where people scream at the setting sun (FINALE)

(1) Read - Listen (2) Read - Listen (3) Read
I was in the middle of a dark forest, my leg was starting to swell and I had no idea how I would be getting back to the Goral Inn, but at least I was alive. I was alive and getting further from the village where people scream at the setting sun.
The blood red glare that ebbed and flowed from the barn where my four legged friends were fighting the bright-clawed creatures was a distant memory once I was deep enough in the wood. The only thing that shone for me were the faint suggestions of stars obscured by the treetops.
But I could still hear the echoes of battle.
The sound of slaughter bounced around the valleys as a constant reminder that I was not safe. The livestock wouldn’t hold off the villagers forever. Eventually they would come looking for me.
The only hope I had that by the time the blood and feathers settled I would be far enough to no longer be worth pursuing.
It was difficult to be optimistic about my prospects of making it through the black forest with nothing but a flashlight. The throbbing pain that was spreading through the place where the creature had stabbed me didn’t help, neither did the shivering mountain wind that was drifting past my bloodstained t-shirt.
But I knew that if I was to survive I couldn’t think about those things.
I had to think about getting back home.
About Prague.
About the Warriors of Perun.
Me and Aneta sat down on a bench outside of the bar at around three AM for a single cigarette. We barely knew each other, it was just meant to be a bit of small talk between two musicians, the whole conversation wasn’t destined to last longer than fifteen minutes. But it lasted much longer.
Our talk bounced through our personal histories, our shared love of music, the guilty pleasure shows that we would watch – we talked about anything and everything as the sun crawled onto the sky from behind the Prague castle and the grumpy morning commuters filled the streets.
We smoked her entire pack of Luckies, once those were done we got another pack and a small bottle of whiskey. We basically had an extended after-party on the city bench and just like any after-party it was difficult to leave. There was just something about her that I couldn’t leave behind, even though I knew I had responsibilities to attend to in the morning, responsibilities that I cared about, I just stayed glued to that bench.
Talking to Aneta was a cathartic experience, even though the two of us had only known each other for a handful of hours those hours oozed with genuine connection. The thrill of being on stage, that religious experience of standing in front of complete strangers and making them bob their heads with nothing but some lifeless strings and my voice chords – verbalizing those ideas felt horribly pompous in front of anyone else, but with Aneta my passion flowed with a confidence I didn’t know I had.
Suddenly all of my neuroticism had morphed itself into an enjoyable personality quirk.
She liked me.
When we hugged goodbye in the glaring morning sun I thought I was in love.
My infatuation lasted for about a week.
When I messaged her about how well our first gig went she sent me a big blue thumbs up. A big blue thumbs up was the response she gave to all of my messages, there was a ‘I’m doing great, how about you?’ thrown in there from time to time but the subtext was pretty clear.
I tried to convince myself she just wasn’t much a texter, that she was just really busy and that one day we would be back to talking until sundown, but that illusion didn’t last long. The completely random meets in jam sessions I had so diligently planned were filled with five word conversations and excuses to go to the bathroom.
That’s just the type of person Aneta was; a social butterfly that would fly through Prague’s indie scene, make heavy, intimate connections with lonely musicians and then let go of the dead weight when it stopped being useful.
I didn’t have what she was looking for.
But you know who did? Gustave.
Months later, as I sat at that bar nursing a flat beer, watching the two of them passionately talk about music projects, I knew Gustave had what she was looking for. The two of them would run away and start their own band.
The Warriors of Perun would-
I forced myself back into the present moment. Even though my fear of the band splitting up had managed to distract me from the fact I was being hunted by sharp clawed monstrosities that screamed at the setting sun, the thoughts of Gustave and Aneta running away together caused me enough discomfort to want to remind myself that there were more pressing shards of stress for my mind to lean on.
As I walked and worried the sounds of slaughter echoing through the woods died down. For a split second I thought I could hear the creatures calling my name again, but I pushed that thought out of my head. I couldn’t see the outcome of the battle but I had to hope for the best. I had to hope the animals of the barn had won the battle for my freedom and that the villagers were no longer a threat.
Even though I believed that the only danger I was in was the danger of dying stranded in the woods, I turned off my flashlight. I had been walking through the darkness for long enough to get used to the topography of the forest floor. My feet made their way through the night, and even though my shin felt painfully bloated and my body was cold and hungry an unusual confidence started to brew in my belly.
My trip to Slovakia had been a last-ditch effort to save the band; I journeyed out into the woods to find something that would inspire me to write more songs so that The Warriors of Perun would have some fresh material to perform. And the trip had been a success. I didn’t have the songs written yet, but I had more than enough material.
The strange girl lying in a bed of moss.
The horrible storm I was caught in.
The battle between the livestock and the villagers.
The village where people scream at the setting sun.
Those stories, those moments, those mysterious slices of life from a cryptic, mystifying land that few had seen would be my muse. I would put together an album filled with terrifying mystery. The Warriors of Perun would be back on stage in no time.
The twigs beneath my feet crackled with a devoted rhythm. The forest was giving me my marching orders. I would make it back to the Goral Inn if I just kept my pace, if I just didn’t give up.
Even though it was still dark birds started to chirp in the treetop. They sang songs of a happier tomorrow. The sky was still black but the stars started to fade. Soon it would be morning. Soon I would be back inside of the lodge that smelled of fish.
“Robert! C’est trés bien!” Gustave would say after reading the lyrics.
“Yeah dude! This is some pretty dope writing man!” Thuy-Anh would add.
“Hon! Hon! Hon! Sacré bleu! And to think I wanted to leave the band!”
“I know, right? We were both so dumb.”
“We’re sorry Robert,” They would say. And I would forgive them. I would forgive them because we all make mistakes. But mistakes are temporary, The Warriors of Perun are forever.
I passed by a familiar looking berry bush. My heart skipped a beat. Something rumbled off in the distance, something that sounded like a truck carrying Polish frozen goods. The crackling of the sticks started to pick up its tempo. The birds were singing praises of my return. I was in the final stretch of my journey.
Even though each step I took with my right foot sent pins and needles up my leg, even though I was beyond exhausted and cold, I found myself running. Out of the darkness I saw the outline of the second berry bush. I was close. I was so goddamn close.
Somewhere in one of the non-descript dungeon bars in Prague, beneath the crumbling ceilings and offbeat paintings of aristocrats holding dogs, a crowd would gather. The place would be packed.
They would barely see each other beneath the dim glow of the makeshift light fixtures, but the faces of the people standing next to them wouldn’t matter. Anonymity was a part of the appeal. As strangers they could all let go of their earthly worries and focus on what was truly important.
They could focus on the people that were standing on the stage.
Thuy-Anh would be fiddling on her mandolin, letting lose potent earworms that would stick with the audience for months. She would make it look easy, as if anyone could just pick up her instrument and casually create eternal melodies. But the audience would be smart enough to know that it wasn’t that easy. The audience would know she was just that good.
Gustave would be sitting at his drum set, puffing on a cigarette without a care in the world. Chances are smoking indoors would not be allowed in that particular bar, and chances are that someone from the staff would be thinking about asking him to stop. But if they would ever try to confront him about his smoking, Gustave would balance the cigarette in his mouth and let out beat so savage that the staff would reconsider adhering to the rules. To impede an artist of his tenor would be a bigger crime.
And then I would get on stage.
The crowd would fall into a hushed, electric silence as I would walk over to the microphone.
“Ladies, gentlemen, everything in between and beyond!” I would yell, putting on the skin of someone who didn’t worry about things, “The Warriors of Perun are back!”
A deafening internal scream of joy manifested itself as an audible, happy yelp. I recognized that berry bush. I recognized that slab of moss. This was where I met the strange girl who initiated my journey to find the village.
Another rumble in the distance. Another Polish truck. Civilization was near.
I let out another yelp, louder this time. I was just a couple of minutes away from the Goral Inn. Soon I would be eating, drinking, hell, I’d even snag a cigarette and a shot of pálenka to celebrate the occasion.
For a split second I was happier than I had ever been.
Then, as I moved past that invisible pocket of signal that connected me to the outside world, my phone dinged.
Without thinking I checked my messages.
A freezing, tragic shudder traveled down my spine.
I sat down on the bed of moss to cushion the emotional blow but it didn’t help.
I read the message a dozen times, hoping that somehow what was written in it would change. It didn’t.
THUY-ANH to WARRIORS OF PERUN GROUP CHAT:
“Hey Robert!
Wish we could talk about this in person, but I guess it’s better to just rip the band-aid off. Me and Gustave have been talking and we both think it’s for best to let The Warriors rest in peace.
Gustave is starting up a new creative project with Aneta and I want to take a stab at going solo for a couple of months. I think we should all do our own thing for a bit.
Hope you’re having a nice time in the woods!”
Gustave’s addition to the conversation was what truly broke my heart. He didn’t say a word. He just left a big, blue thumbs-up.
I leaned back on the bed of moss and let the sorrow wash over me.
The Warriors of Perun, my baby, the creative project that I have hitched every moment of my life to for the past two years was dead – murdered without me even being able to properly say goodbye.
I wanted to punch both of them in the eye. I wanted to beg them both to give the band another chance. I wanted to scream and weep and break stuff.
But instead I just spread out like a corpse on the bed of moss and watched the stars shimmer through the treetop. I lay there trying to adjust to a new reality where the promise of being on stage with my band-mates was a lie.
And somehow I did.
If you would have told me a week ago that my band would break up with me through text message and that it would only take me a couple of minutes to go from being a catatonic mess to accepting the loss I would have laughed in your face – Or probably cried in your face, granted that you were describing the greatest tragedy my mind could imagine.
But the woods taught me that sometimes pain is a part of the process, that sometimes we must shed parts of ourselves to move on. The woods have taught me that there are much worse things out there than losing your band.
Don’t get me wrong, I was still sad, but being band-less was not the cataclysmic emotion that I had anticipated. It was just like a good TV show going off of air, or a six-month break-up. I was going to be all right. I was going to do my own thing like Thuy-Anh had suggested.
I listened to the rumbling of the passing Polish trucks in the distance as my mind searched for a path towards solo stardom. I had the inspiration, now all I needed was a name. It wouldn’t come right away, but eventually I would settle on something that would really capture my soul, a name that would get Spotify plays any day of the week. I let my mind sizzle with the possibilities.
That’s when I realized that it wasn’t Polish trucks that were rumbling in the distance.
“Robert!”
The sound was faint, deniable even, but the louder it got the more certain I became.
“ROBERT!”
Shit.
“ROBEEEEEERRRT!”
The trees lit up in the blood red glow I had learned to fear. The bobbing lights moved towards me like a speeding train. The chorus of screams was sprinting towards me, their claws held out in front of them like careless children with scissors.
I jumped up from the bed of moss and ran. My feet tore through the mud, each bounce of my step sending a flurry of pain up my right leg, shrubs whizzed past me as I dashed in the general direction of the Goral Inn. Every fiber of my being was focused on me getting away, I was a man with a dream, a dream that could only be realized if every muscle of my body would do whatever it could to get me away. The screaming chorus was drowned out with the adrenalin-laced blood gushing through my veins. My eyes were closed, trying to muster up every ounce of energy out the depth of my soul.
My dumb ass tripped.
I hit the ground like a sack of bricks. My right leg scraped up against a rock and started to ooze. I didn’t realize how bloated it was until I was lying there in the mud. It fizzled out whatever horrible liquid had been gathering in the wound and then descended into complete numbness. There was no way I was getting up.
The bushes and trees etched themselves into detail under the hue of the red glow. Those sun-worshiping beasts sprung at me with their claws burning through the twilight.
“ROOOOBEEEEERRRTTTTT!”
The thought came quick, even with a sort of calming acceptance. I wasn’t going to make it out. I was going to die, or worse, end up as some puppet for an unfathomable star-god. Either way, I would never get to make music again.
But at least I had that one night of being true with Aneta.
But at least I got to share the stage with some talented people.
But at least the Warriors of Perun got to sing once.
I closed my eyes and hoped that whatever was coming would be quick.
It wasn’t. It never came.
I opened my eyes.
The chaos of battle raged on in front of me. Something, some mammoth force was tearing its way through the villagers. In the slowly brightening night it was difficult to figure out what was happening. All I could see was that the creature that leaped at my clawed pursuers was a massive chunk of muscle. And it had horns.
I did my best to crawl away from the melee but I couldn’t spare myself the sound of it. Gurgles and snaps and cracks filled the air as the creature behind me stomped its hooves on the villagers it had knocked down and gored the ones that were standing.
Then another sound cut through the fight.
“MOOOO!”
I looked behind me. It was just a simple glimpse, a momentary acknowledgement of my existence before she tore her horns out of the neck of one of the slick skinned monsters, but I could recognize those lava lamp eyes anywhere.
“Olga!” I yelled, as if I had known the cow my whole life.
She continued her slaughter. There were six of the monsters that had tracked me down in the forest but you wouldn’t know that by the time Olga was done with them. She made what I did to Samko look like a friendly tap on the head.
I stayed and watched as she murdered in the rising sun. Partially because my body was exhausted and I couldn’t pull myself any further through the pinecone covered mud and partially because I couldn’t look away.
The beast was covered in sharp, scratched wounds, both old and new, but she moved with the grace of a bovine ballet dancer. Each crushing stomp was perfectly timed, no slash remained unanswered by her horns. She continued her killing dance until well after the creatures had stopped showing any signs of resistance, or life.
When she was finally done, when the only sounds that could be heard were her pained breathing, she lumbered over to me.
“Thank you for saving my life,” I whispered, hoping that her hooves would steer clear of my skull.
She assured me with a gentle lick and then grabbed me by the scruff of my t-shirt.
Olga helped me get back to the Goral Inn.
Every Tuesday I go over to the Mesiarik University clinic to get my leg drained. I’m in there often enough to know all the receptionists by name.
The doctors say that it’s some sort of a nasty infection that just won’t go away, but I have my doubts. At first I feared that the swelling would spread, that I would wake up one morning with claws tearing their way through my fingers or with a sudden need to scream at the sun. But nothing like that has happened.
Getting those horrible syringes under my skin every Tuesday has become a minor inconvenience. It’s just another price I had to pay in order to find my muses.
After I came back from Slovakia I went back to making music. I’m still making music, in fact. This time around, though, I try to commune with the muses without asking questions that are not meant to be asked. One experience with a forbidden community that almost stole my soul is quite enough for me.
You’ve probably never heard of my new band, but you’ve probably never heard of The Warriors of Perun before listening to my story, so I guess things are just about even. We play our shows and we get along but sometimes, when the three in the morning jams get a bit drunker than they should, I still miss The Warriors.
And as for what happened to the cow? Honestly, I have no idea. She was with me all the way until we got to the Goral Inn but as soon as she saw that I was safe she gave me one last lick and went off on her own path. The last that I saw of Olga she was walking down the break-down lane towards the town of Dolné Kravany, confusing Polish truck drivers.
I’ve been to the village where they worship the sun,
They’ve almost had me, I couldn’t run,
But baby, Olga, it’s gotta be fate,
After tonight, I'll never eat steak,
-MJL
(A different perspective)
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2020.07.12 12:52 australiancattledog Am I dumb or was I in danger? Are late night runs worth the risk?

Im a 20 year old female and i look and feel so much greater since i've started running 5 miles every day. But I find I can only enjoy running at night, like usually around 1 AM. (I live in alberta where it doesnt get completely dark until 12 AM). Running in daytime the heat exhausts me so much faster, theres more stopping and starting for traffic, and with mild asthma the car exhaust makes it hard for me to breathe. Also in a weird way I like how the creepiness of nightime gives me more of an adrenaline rush. Can anyone relate?
Ive been doing late night runs for the past few months and havent had a problem, except the other night this happened. Keep in mind I run down semi busy streets, but hardly anyone is driving this late. (Also random attacks/kidnapping are almost unheard of in my area.)
So at an interesection I was waiting for the red light to turn green as was a single black truck with a topper in oncoming traffic. ( alberta is truck central but at night and with a topper the car was somewhat unique?) When the light changed however the truck didnt move until i had finished crossing which at first i thought was a distracted texter. However about a mile away from that intersection as I was running past a mall, that same truck slowly drives past me in the opposite direction they were going before, passes the right turn exit to wait at the red light. Then as the light changed they illegally turned right and drove to the empty mall/restaurant parking lot I was running past. They idled their car for 20 ish seconds as I was running up to the parking lot exit, but creeped out I abruptly stopped and turned around. As I did that they immediately drove around the restaurant in a circle and I ran as fast as I could across the street and instead of continuing down that street I hid in a service road behind a tree. I watched the truck pull out of the parking lot right after and turn left onto the street it looked like I ran down. Didnt see the truck again.
This just didn't sit right with me because Ive never hidden/ran away from something on a run so I was hoping for some advice whether im overreacting. I dont want to tell family about it because I'd never hear the end of "how dangerous running at night is". I really love running at night but I dont want to endanger myself over it. You think this was just someone getting lost and im dumb and paranoid, or was I right to hide in fear?
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2020.07.05 01:31 LogicalImportance4 21F Hard making friends in real life so im here

I usually find friends on this app called monkey but i wanted to give this a try
If interested pm or comment so you can find more people like me and you I prefer females because sometimes males are immature but if you know how to be mature then you can pm
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2020.06.28 13:19 whoopsahaaa I [21F] am upset my BF [21M] didn’t drunk text me

My [21F] boyfriend [21M] rented out a cabin for the weekend with a couple of his friends to celebrate a birthday. I was invited to go, but decided to stay home since I’m still not too comfortable going out because of COVID19. For context, my BF and I have only been dating for four months.
This trip was my BF’s first time getting drunk-drunk since we got together. For the past week and up until the trip, he had been expressing how excited he was to hangout with his friends, get drunk with his friends, etc. I don’t know if this matters, but he sees these same friends every week or so. He also kept telling me how much of a notorious drunk calletexter he is, and to expect my phone to be blowing up by his notifications all weekend. I thought the sentiment was cute, but I wasn’t actually expecting him to “blow up my phone” while he was with his friends.
The problem is he didn’t end up texting, or calling me, at all. He only texted me to let me know he had arrived to the cabin (around 5 pm) and went MIA from there. I even sent him a goodnight text and didn’t hear anything back. At this point, I figured he was possibly blacked out, but then saw he was still active on some of his social media’s even after I sent the goodnight text.
I think the only reason I’m so upset over this is because he was the one to constantly tell me how common it was for him to drunk text/call people. I’m assuming he was talking about a previous ex-girlfriend. It’s also pretty common to call and text your SO when you’re drunk and miss them. I used to do it all the time. I haven’t brought up the fact that I’m upset and am debating even bringing it up. Do I have a right to be upset over this, or am I overreacting?
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2020.06.24 16:32 ThrowRa_reddit555 My friends and I (all 14) think it isn’t safe for one my best friends to be a home anymore. We don’t know what to do or how to help.

I’m not exactly sure if the is the right sub reddit, but if it isn’t, let me know and i’ll post it there! Also, I’m on mobile so please excuse any grammar mistakes.
Backstory: I’ve been friends with Hannah and Jessica (names changed for privacy reasons) for a few years now.
Hannah used to always talk about how close she was to her parents, especially her mum and how she felt as if she could tell them anything. Over the past 6 months, she started talking about them less and less.
Hannah is very closed off and it took her a few years before she trusted me enough to tell me everything.
She also does extreme amount of sports. She is always doing something and we worked it out that she does about 20 hours each week. She really loves what she does and wants to do it as a career.
Now for the real story:
Hannah mentioned a few months ago about how she was being treated at home.
A few weeks before the corona virus sent us into lockdown, she told me about her parents. She explained that they always come into her room and yell at her for no reason. Obviously I was concerned, but not too worried because all parents yell at their kids from time to time.
We then went on the break that lasted about 5 weeks. We all kind of lost contact during the break and never really texted each other. It made me really upset because I thought that they didn’t want to talk to me anymore.
I would text them and Hannah would leave me on seen, or just ignore my messages. Jessica would reply back but only briefly. It was expected from Jessica cause she has always been a dry texter, but it really hurt coming from Hannah.
Anyway, we returned to school 5 weeks later and Hannah seemed even more closed off than usual. We all hung out like nothing happened over the break and I was really confused.
A month or two ago, Hannah revealed what happened during the break. She said that her parents had gone nuts at her.
They took her phone for most of the break, came into her room most days and yelled at her and constantly made fun of her. They called her a lazy bitch and said she was useless and a disgrace to the family.
Then, her parents got into a really bad fight and blamed it all on her.
Her mum walked into her room and told her that she was being a disgusting pig for letting her room get super messy (for some background info, Hannah is a bit of a neat freak so i doubt it was that messy) and told her she was lazy.
Her dad, surprisingly, backed her up and told Hannah’s mum that he can’t say that to her. Hannah hasn’t told me most of the details but her mum ended up punching her dad and smashed one of their dinning room chairs.
Her dad walked out and didn’t return for a few days. Those 3 days consisted of her mum saying it was all Hannah’s fault and that it wouldn’t of happened if she wasn’t so lazy and disgusting.
When her dad got back, he had a massive black eye and a busted lip. Apparently her parents acted like nothing happened between them, i assume they sorted it out behind closed doors, but her dad blamed her for the fight as well.
A few days later, they got into another fight and her mum hit her in the back of the head with her phone.
Things have only escalated from there.
As the term went on, she kept telling both Jessica and I how bad it was getting. The same things were constantly happening and they were still bringing up the fight from before.
At first she argued back, but now they threaten to take away her sport and her phone, so she bites her tongue and takes it. They also constantly threaten to take away her sports, which is the only way she gets out of the house expect for school.
It got so bad, that she ended up telling our whole friend group and we now have a code if things get really bad. We all have a kind of unspoken agreement that if something bad happens, one of our parents will pick Hannah up and take her to either mine or Jessica’s house.
We’ve all been worried about her and we are all afraid that things are going to start getting violent.
She told us last week that she is meant to go on a holiday with them for 10 nights during a week in the up-coming holidays.
We both instantly knew that if she went, it would be her living hell. She would have to spend 10 nights on a tiny caravan with no internet with her family.
We both immediately offered for her to stay at our houses during the week and she agreed. I asked my mum and she said that it was completely fine if she stayed with us.
She messaged Jessica and I just before and told us that she tried to explain that she didn’t want to go on the holiday with them and that she was welcome to stay at our houses for that week.
Her mum yelled at her and told her that she was being disrespectful and ungrateful. Apparently she believes that the only reason Hannah doesn’t want to go is because she a. doesn’t want to walk around because she is “lazy” or b. only wants to stay home to still have internet or c. she wants to stay at ours so we can throw a party and do drugs/ get drunk.
Hannah tried to explain to her that it wasn’t true, but her mum didn’t believe her. She ended up getting grounded and if she mentions not going to go one more time, she won’t be able to do sport ever again.
She’s meant to be going to another friends house this weekend and her mum threatened to not let her go.
Jessica and I ended up calling her and talked about potentially trying to get Hannah to see a professional who can help her. She said that she would really like that because she’s been struggling throughout this whole thing. My parents already know about the whole situation and offered to help in any way they can.
I’m just so worried about something happening on the trip. My whole friend group is so afraid that things are going to start getting violent, as her mum has been very aggressive in the past.
We’re trying to figure out ways to get her out of it, but we are stuck. Hannah told us that she feels like she has no say in what she does anymore because her parents control everything she does.
I really think it’s not a good idea for her to go, but we have no idea of how to get her out of it. Does anyone know how we could help in anyway or get her out of this situation ??
TLDR; My friend group think it isn’t safe for one my friends to be at home anymore because her parents constantly insult her and are being extremely controlling and violent. She’s meant to go on a holiday with them but doesn’t want to go and we don’t know how to get her out it.
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2020.06.19 03:16 picababe Story of Victim of a Cult

A few days ago, I had received a phone call from a superior co-worker while I was on a summer stint. This summer stint side hustle in a small town was needed because, with the flourishing small city that revenue and population through tourism. Why was I there, in the most remote place ever? Don't worry about.
This phone call wasn't from a scammer, it was from someone I knew. Now, I'm a firm believe in trust of all people. When I had received this phone call, my optimistic perception was that a superior from out of state was friendly giving me warm regards. Little did I know, innocent me. This scheming bitch only reaches out to benefit for her personal needs of her own people. (Black Lives Matter is an essential social just matter at the current state in 2020, so for the sake of argument let's take her culture background upbringing out of this anecdote.)
So there I was taking an out of state phone call, at 10:00ish Easter Time. It's not much of a inconsiderate hour colliding with work schedule. Who are we kidding here, this is summer of 2020, the Corona pandemic has put digital employment as normacy or unemployment, because, unemployment. (S/O to Covid-19 Relief Find) This rachettying, manipulative bitch calls me to book a phone call. Now, this bitch doesn't book for phone call appointments. Ever since this surpperior is know, she functions in immediacy and immediate demand for labour.
Anyhow, she books and appointment to ask for the best time to call. Without any doubt, my innocent mind, I gave her my available time. I text replied with inquiry, what this be, this meeting? If this ratchet bitch can't be deemed as philosophical texter. You basic bitch better get on this phillosphical texting train.
For the sake of anonymity, let's call her (by her name) Abbey Shallowmay. I responded Abbey (Shallowmay) what is this meeting about. She replies "A special project." There I was thinking, da fuq this bitch has some sort of out of state project she'd like, with honour include me in. WOW, YES PLEASE ABBEY!
I get on this fucking Zoom call. There I was 1 amongst 4. I thought, oh fooking jesus I prayed with open heart for opportunity but you give me a zoom meeting of a cult of racial allies asking me to sit in for a meeting.
So the meeting starts, 1 of 4 sweet lady starts selling the glorious, unimaginable life of a travelling while working from home, living the luxury life. This 1, she says she hasn't worked a day in her life. With smiles, joy and attempt of pushing entrepreneurship, she lost me as soon as the words "I QUIT MY JOB to..."
I thought no fooking way, I'm in the fire of a period scheme, ganged up by entrepreneurs who have the most highest cost of memberships and payment. I fucking knew, in that meeting with me odd one out, a powerpoint presentation and a entrepreneurship voice selling encouragement to quit a day job.
I knew.
I was lured into a cult of a PYRAMID SCHEME, righteously known as MULTI-LEVEL-MARKETING.
Queen B illuminati. I couldn't get out. I was only in the start of powerpoint numero uno. If I were to silent or to mute myself, it would be rude. I didn't have the righteous heart to be a face of a bitch to mute sound and disable camera during this zoom call and just dip. But instead, I just stayed there. I sat there. A long hour later, 1 asks me, "So what did you think?"
Knowing that I had sat through the MLM cult meeting, I gave a generous general response. 1 followed to go through receiving answers from the others who were also lured into this meeting. Every lured participant kind declined with gentle declines. There, I had sat through it, and as the question came around to me again. "Would you like to join this awesome experience to sign on initial membership for the price of a 3 digit North American currency?" (Cynically paraphrase by me, obviously)
Straight up. With passiveness and a smile, I said "No."
Friends, and keyboard warriors, this is the story about a girl and a Jamaican bitch name Abbey who lured me into a meeting of a MLM.
Don't be a victim.
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2020.06.06 02:20 normalni Diary 08 - 6/6/2020

So this year has been a year of losses for me. From the very beginning. I've lost everything I had, from the very start my 3 year relationship broke apart, of course by now I am well aware that it is better that way, I was just being used constantly, and my issues and problems have always been put down and considered irrelevant, so I didn't need that kind of relationship. But that came with its set of issues.
First of, we had a joint business which I basically set up, marketed and sold, apart from that I did all the communication with the clients, handled the payments, promotions, and all that is business related. He only had two things to do - clean up and welcome clients, and take care of his sick mother. The first one required 2-3 hours of his time every two days or so, if timed properly. But of course he wasn't even able to do that each time. Every weekend, and every off day I had, I did that job instead. And that was after I started working full time, but before I did, I was doing it with him or by myself, rarely would he go about doing it by himself, and each time he did it was major drama.
Fast forward to the very collapse of the relationship, I was doing all that, I was even sometimes doing it during my shift if I was clever enough to make my business near the place, and sometimes when I just couldn't I hired friends to do it, which was always last minute as he would rudely impose it on me, which in turn made it very embarrassing for me to ask, but I paid well, and kind of hoped it would even out, but they are friends and didn't do it for the money anyway. First it was New Year's, when we had all our friends over to celebrate, mind you, the queen was shut off in the bedroom for the majority of the time, and those brief moments he did join us it was to seed chaos in the group. I assigned that to his depression, for which he was medicated and was exploiting it to the maximum. As the person who always desires to be in need of attention, and is also being extremely extroverted in order to keep it that way, he was very skilled at delegating persons around him, and each time someone performed below his high selfish level of expectations, he would go on a rant so far that insulting that poor individual to tears would be just during his morning coffee. An extremely negative person would emerge and start calling you out for mistakes from the beginning of history, mistakes as seen from his point of view, as he you see could nit believe that every medal has two sides, and person's inability to perform certain ideas of his may be due to circumstances which he is not informed of beforehand, which in turn means it remains imprinted in his mund as such regardless of what one might say later to justify their inability. There can be extremely strong circumstances, and they wouldn't be regarded at all, they wouldn't even be heard in the first place and if they were, quite soon would be dismissed. But why would one need to justify themselves constantly, you might ask, well you just hate the injustice and misunderstandings, and you want to correct those from your nature of your being, after a while exhusing yourself from blindsided stories becomes a daily activity.
Just a few days after the NYs was my birthday, and he managed to downplay me even on my birthday, insult me, criticize me, not to go into all the details, I pretty much had to feel like shit because of him and his versions of the events. After that I've caught him lying, sexting all kinds of nasty things, to the point I actually puked reading it. The pictures and the writings were horrible, but the one that broke me was the bareback fuck session he had arranged while I was on a trip. So all that pretty much burned down once the breakup was starting and he wasn't owning up to any of it. It happened over the weekend and on Monday I had planned to go on a trip to Lisbon where we were initially supposed to go together, with his best friend, but he had fucked up the friendship half a year earlier and he and said friend weren't on speaking terms any more. Once he found a firm reason as ti why not to go on that trip I decided to go alone and maybe join his friend when possible. But as the faith wanted it, I had missed my flight, and didn't have any money to spare to switch flights, and considering the breakup and all I had to pick up and assemble back home, that moment was most definitely not the right time for such trip, especially alone. I just do not trust I would have acted as dignified as I put myself be, and would probably do something stupid on that trip, so being it like that, I returned home, where we lived together with each of our dogs.
For the last two months he slowly spent less and less time at home, planning said breakup to make him look like a hero(which it didn't), and during that time I was at home caring for dogs, cleaning up his laundry, taking care of joint business, all while working full time, overtime when we were shooting new product and so on. I was wrecked bent over backwards while also finishing my masters thesis which had to be submitted around the time I was supposed to come back from Lisbon. None of my work has been registered, and was returned with mr's alone time sexting and cheating around. I was pissed to say the least. I knew about the messages since Christmas, but it wasn't untill I witnessed him going to meet a guy telling me he is going to the supermarket that I flipped.
After that nasty breakup, I had already taken a week off for the vacation I was supposed to have, I used that time to patch myself up, collect my shit and organise my life. I had to move out as I could no longer afford the place by myself, I begged him for a month to come pick up his things and his dog, but he wouldn't, until I had to push and corner him into doing so, playing civil, because I was moving out the next day(lease wasn't up for 5 more days) but I couldn't take his dog with me. Day before the movement of his shit, friends came over to hang out with me and spent the night. In the morning they offered to walk the dogs and go buy some breakfast in the bakery, upon leaving the house they ran into him, and he went along with them. When they stopped to buy food my friend asked him to hold my dog, and upon leaving said bakery he handed my dog's leash back to him immediately, saying he is no longer his to care(after I cared for his dog alone for the past two months, he would only come see her once in two weeks). Extruding your frustrations on an innocent dog went beyond what I thought of that man. He fell so low in my eyes, I couldn't believe I loved a man like that and never saw it.
Soon after that I was notified of my contract termination, and that I had a month left at the company, where I was doing a fantastic job, but let's just say the salary was late up to 20 days for the last 5 months, so it didn't come as a huge surprise, but the cherry on top was probably me refusing to sign the contract where I proclaim myself financially and lawfully responsible for the company refusing to purchase legal software for me to work with. It has been 3 months since I left, they still have no new content on their social media, they are actually recycling old content and my content, which is sad and funny, but let em have it. So on top of having to find a new apartment and a new job, and was broken by the person I loved, I felt like there was nowhere to go but up. Boy was I wrong.
I managed to find a great apartment, with an old roommate of mine and his cousin, nice guys and bearable for cohabitation. We had lot of common ground, and the apartment was beautiful and landlords even better. As I moved out 5 days prior to lease end, I was planning to return and clean uo the place for new tenants, but my landlord Baba already went inside before the lease was over, not only cleaned up and complained about it, but actually threw out my remaining things in the front yard like a pile of trash, and took my AC, which she refused to buy on several occasions, even refused to pay less that what its worth to leave it once I was leaving. She fucking hid it in the garage, trying for days to find a way to keep it, which was worth mkre than two months lease of her shithole dump apartment. I was shocked and furious, which of course wasn't the end for her, she hired someone to steal a very expensive bike from the new tenant, telling him it was for sure me and my ex, even to go so far as to give him our contacts, resulting in me receiving a very threatening phone call which was unpleasant to say the least. I simply told him that the Baba was insane, and I don't want to go near that place let alone steal anything. I told her a month in advance about leaving as was in the contract (which wasn't valid in the first place), fixed up a bunch of shit over the years living there - electricity, bathroom ceramics, windows, knobs, floors, the apartment was falling apart, but those are the conditions you have to accept when renting with a dog. Not to mention the insane amount of humidity, which the AC I bought only shown me 3 weeks in - the output water was black in pores, and I was breathing that shit in for two years.
I also got in touch with this boy I had a crush a few years earlier, I took a course on his university as my extra, and we didn't really talk much back then, but I was so hot for him. I remembered I had followed him on instagram and unfollwed because I was in danger of starting flirting, but as a taken responsible person, I didn't do it. I still vividly remember sitting next to him, following the lines of his face, the curves of his lips as he would smile or talk. Boy that voice is so hot. Then he would place his hand on the desk, and I saw his arms are hairy, and just got all weak in my knees. I don't really know if he was funny back then, but I do know I cracked up like an ass to the slightest sign of humor he extruded. Getting closer with someone you never had a chance with before now, happens like once in a lifetime, and you grab it! And this might sound like don't meet your heroes story, but really it isn't. The boy (I wl call him the boy as he is the first person I have dated that is younger than me) helped me move my shit, did all the heavy lifting, and made me all weak in my knees. I sent him "signal" on instagram, just to see if he was picking up those. Took him two days to respond, I honestly thought he's just not that into me, but nah, he's just a bad texter. As the time would show we spent so much time together, inseparable, I almost thought my roommates will start asking rent frrom him. I was excited, everything started going fine, even my masters thesis passed solid, and I thought to myself, this is it, things have started to take the turn for the better, finally! But then came the March and Covid-19, and we were already two weeks in isolation, which was really nice for us, me and the new boy, who is btw named exactly like the ex, and the one before him, and I swear the name is not a condition, it just happened like that. So we have spent all that time together enjoying ourselves and not getting bored of each other. I started falling for him real bad, like someone smacked my head with a glass bittle Heineken sixpack bad.
On March 22nd, the 5.7 Richter strong earthquake hit the city center, leaving devastating consequences. I remeber it was 6.30 am, I am hearing my roommate screaming, and I open my eyes to see the walls of my bedroom rocking left and right, My dog is panicking I quickly put on pants grabbed my dog, jacket and slipped on sneakers and we all ran outside, just like the entire neighbourhood. Everyone without masks, coats, it was mad freezing outside, and I started panicking in the crowd of people not wearing masks during the highest outbreak of pandemic we had ever experienced, being right next to Italy, I must say uneasy is an understatement in this situation. After the third earthquake we went back in grabbed a few things and went in my car, drove to the parking lot where there were no high surrounding buildings listening to the radio when will they say it is safe to go back in. Hundreds of people weren't able to go back into their houses, we were lucky enough that we could for time being. I packed my essentials and my dog, sat in my car and drove 400km to my parents place where my mom and sister are. My new guy went to his parents place the day before the earthquake, and hours after that the public transport was cut off. We had no chance of seeing each other anyway. Then the quarantine was enforced, during the two months I have managed to see him twice, once for a day and once we spent a week together, a beautiful week, and too short of a week.
So here I am, without a job, without an opportunity for a job, without my own home, and apart from the only person keeping me sane. The last money I had saved up, I wanted tk get some weed and at least relax properly. So I arranged with my friend's boyfriend, gave him the money and he was supposed to give the stuff to me in two days time. Which has now turned to a month, of that month two weeks of me begging for my money to be returned to no avail. So now I don't have weed, no money, and obviously no friends here I can trust, my whole life here is just miserable, and it is no wonder I have fallen into dark depressed episodes that laster well over two weeks. I am just fucking fed up woth this god damn year. When will it fucking be over already!? I think it would be fucking enough!
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2020.06.05 06:28 loverrrrs [Friendship] 20F looking to make some great long-term friendships!

Hello there! I'm a 20-year-old female and I'm looking to make some, hopefully, long-term friendships :) Here's a little about me:
I'm black and I don't live in the United States. I'm from a place that is very close to the US but has a unique and rich culture of its own! If you like learning about new places, cultures and things like that then I'm your girl! I'm a full-time university student studying journalism. I'm minoring in psychology but I'm thinking about changing it. I'm a very ambitious and driven person who is very passionate about my major. I spend most of my time reading up on things and doing research. I'm currently working on a mini-documentary that I hope to complete soon. I'm also bisexual.
I'm into true crime, conspiracy theories, cults, and internet oddities. My favorite YouTubers who cover these subjects are Nexpo, Kendall Rae, Bella Fiori, Reignbot, Primink, and ScareTheater. I love to watch mystery, psychological, horror, thriller, and suspense movies/shows. I also love documentaries. I'm a very open person when it comes to music. I listen to whatever my ears like.
I love to read and write but I don't do either of those things as often as I should. I just recently wrote a short story that I'm sort of proud of because it's the first one that I've actually completed. I hope to publish someday.
I also like to talk on the phone/send voice notes because I always have a lot to say and I hate typing sometimes lol if you're not okay with that though then it's okay, just let me know!

If you're thinking about messaging me, please be:
I hope to hear from some of you :)
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2020.05.07 19:36 STUMPMOTO Still having Black Screen Issues

I have done all the standard steps like DDU, Custom Res, Hardware acceleration off, 70hrz, etc... I am still having issues. The black screens will occur only after having a black screen in Cod. If I don't play Cod for that day it wont black screen.
The black screen occurence happens in Cod MW Warzone. The way it happens is that texters wont load properly turn into a shell shading look when the textures arent loading right. A couple minutes after the shell shading textures fix themselves, my entire system black screens.
The weird thing is that I wont have any black screens playing any other cod game mode or other games. Though when I play Warzone I black screen, and it will start happening randomly when I do other things instead of Cod.
System specs: Radeon Vii (stock), R9 3900x (stock), 32gb 3600mhz, x470 gaming wifi 7. Running the latest drivers, and running previous windows build.
Main monitor is 144hrz DP connected (1080p) Secondary is a OCed 75hrz HDMI connected (1080p)
Update the problem is definitely down to you drivers. No matter the config it will black screen on Warzone, but not the base game. Guess we still got to wait for AMD to fix a GPU that is going on 2 years old
Update pt2. I sent a support ticket out, hopefully they fix it.
Dont know if I can still support the Radeon team. Probs going back to the green team.
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