To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis:
Show us your laptop.
Show us your iCloud.
Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation.
You won’t.
You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out.
That is not who we are.
My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count.
For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame.
I no longer believe that.
Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us.
And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts.
That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena.
Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next.
Life does not determine our character. It reveals it.
Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next?
We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day.
So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop.
You won’t.
The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing.
That is the only definition that matters.
Average balkan diet is like
Breakfast: coffee and cigarette
Lunch: coffee and cigarette
Dinner: 2kg grilled meat, bread, baklava, 2 liters of rakija from a coca cola bottle with a sprite cap
Life expectancy: 90 years
The Baltic states have the best PR in the world what do you mean ‘deeply scarred by Soviet occupation’ when her dad was literally big shot apparatchik within the Estonian Communist Party their elites have roots no different than those in Ukraine or Belarus
Do not stop talking about Epstein.
Do not stop talking about Epstein.
Do not stop talking about Epstein.
Do not stop talking about Epstein.
Do not stop talking about Epstein.
Do not stop talking about Epstein.
Do not stop talking about Epstein.
The amount of burnt dog and cat corpses on the front would stagger you. The animal shelters bombed with zero military benefit. The untold ecological damage done.
Just because it didn't happen at a curated press conference to trick people like you, doesn't mean it didn't happen.
Finally. No other option. Under Vučić, Serbia has seen only violence, corruption, and state capture. Stolen elections, crushed media have brought Serbia to the brink. Serbians deserve a new, democratic path to prosperity. It's time for a change.
https://t.co/M2cIGs9Mvn
Pederi sa zapada naterali SPC da zida kvadrate po Beogradu, da ne placaju porez, da se voze Mercedesima, da otvaraju univerzitete i da glabaju kitu Vucicu I vrv jos 100 stvari koje sam zaboravio.
Izdrzite SPC legende.
i do not care if Trump's comments result in nothing tonight. no one who even thinks of saying the phrase "a whole civilization will die tonight, never to be brought back again" should be allowed to operate an ice cream stand, nevermind the most powerful office on the planet
We seriously need to hunt down whoever first made this fake quote.
The real one is so much better as well:
"No, they eat and drink, Sam. The Shadow that bred them can only mock, it cannot make: not real new things of its own. I don't think it gave life to the orcs, it only ruined them and twisted them; and if they are to live at all, they have to live like other living creatures."
The Return of The King