Harri

go white boy go

[moneyfolder: round 5 @MoneyFolder5]

yes the slander posts are fun but geoff u got a fan in me for life i genuinely think you make video games better, thank you big bro

[Harri @wtflopping]

@wembysavedus jaw dropped it is not okay. but i got a 130 day message streak with Sam so i gotta lock in

[Harri @wtflopping]

Straight up porn ads on tiktok now what the fuck man :(

[GTA 6 Countdown ⏳ @GTAVI_Countdown]

Update: He started monitoring oxygen around Rockstar North, and he believes Trailer 3 is coming soon after noticing that oxygen levels dropped to around 20.3% and 20.04% after 5 PM, suggesting increased oxygen consumption in the area after normal working hours.

(Source: https://t.co/dbp8bMY8q9)

[wiwi @wiwipilled]

has anyone done this yet

[sonic forces fan @SonicForcesFam]

Lung lung lung cansur

[Harri @wtflopping]

a lil too much dip on ya chip

[NAVI ardiis @ardiis]

NRGERS ASSEMBLE. LIVE NOW. LETS GO @Officialbonkar

https://t.co/niLQricmJc

[Harri @wtflopping]

@sakiv6601 HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM :D

[Team Spirit CS2 @Team__Spirit]

[ALL] Jab Jabich: go a
[T] Jab Jabich: go b

[mbg @gloless]

2-0 #KnicksTape #AlwaysKnicks

[Harri @wtflopping]

@lexotakup2

[Garmour @GarmourCS]

dastan might just be the goat coach 😭

[Harri @wtflopping]

@geoffkeighley please throw it back on stage today twin

[Mikuneki 🦇 @mikuneki]

I just had a fucking dream about Oguri Cap eating all of our supplies for the apocalypse and all she just said is "Steve Harvey"

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A house. The garage is full, so the car sleeps in the rain.

I walked past an open garage today, and I finally understand Americans.

The garage was packed to the ceiling. Boxes. A treadmill. Old chairs. Three bicycles hanging from hooks. Christmas lights in a plastic tub. No room for even one more thing.

And the family car? Parked outside. In the driveway. Getting rained on.

I stood there, deeply moved.

In Japan, we put the car in the garage and the boxes in the house. Americans do the opposite. And now I see why.

The garage is the treasure house. Inside it sleep the sacred relics: the bicycle the child outgrew, the chair no one sits in, the lights that shine one week a year. These must be protected at all costs.

The car is not a treasure. The car is a warrior. So the car is given the highest honor a warrior can receive. It stands guard at the gate, in the storm, all night, so the treasures stay dry.

The owner came out with his coffee. He saw me looking and shook his head.

"Yeah, I really gotta clean out that garage," he said.

Clean it out? I bowed to him. "You are a good man," I said. "Your car guards your home with its life."

He looked at his car. He looked at me. He said, "...thanks?"

He has never thought of it that way. But I could tell he liked it.

So now every morning I walk past, and I bow to the car in the driveway.

It has the hardest job in the family, and it never complains.

The owner waves at me now. He thinks we are friends.

We are. But mostly, I am here for the car.

This morning it was raining again. The car was soaked, still guarding the gate, still faithful.

So I gave it my umbrella.

I do not need it. I have known harder rain.

A warrior on duty should not have to stand in the storm alone.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. Summer. It is 95 degrees outside, and I am shivering inside a sandwich shop.

I have discovered how Americans forge strong souls.

Outside, the sun is trying to kill everyone. Inside this small restaurant, it is winter. My breath does not fog, but it is thinking about it. A man near me is eating a cold sandwich while wearing a jacket. In summer. Indoors.

In Japan we would simply turn it down. Americans do not turn it down. And now I understand them better than they understand themselves.

This cold is not an accident. This cold is a gift.

The owner has built, inside his shop, a second season. He invites you in from the brutal heat and hands you the one thing the sun has denied you all day: a reason to be cold. To endure it is to be tempered. You walk in soft and sweating. You walk out sharp and clear, a slightly stronger person than you were.

So I did not complain. I removed my outer layer and offered it to the woman at the next table, who was hugging herself. She said, "Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you." She was not fine. Her lips were blue. But she, too, understood the training. She would not break first. I respected her deeply.

The owner asked if everything was okay.

"It is perfect," I said, through my teeth, which were chattering. "Thank you for the winter."

He said, "...I can turn the AC down if you want?"

I told him no. A man does not ask the mountain to be shorter.

I stayed two hours. I ordered a hot coffee to survive. Then a second one, to hold. By the end I could no longer feel my hands, but my spirit had never been clearer.

So now, on the hottest days, I seek out the coldest rooms. I sit. I shiver. I sharpen.

And when I finally step back out into the summer heat, and it wraps around me like a warm bath, I feel it.

Reborn.

A man who has survived the winter, in August, indoors, for the price of a sandwich.

[Harri @wtflopping]

@sakiv6601 white people be like “bro wendigoon made a video just about this”

[Harri @wtflopping]

white people be like “go watch the lore lodge video”

[Digby, Unbreakable @DigbyUnbroken]

@SpaceKoala Not what happened you ignorant retard millennial, go watch the lore Lodge video on it, it's a great breakdown

[Mick @Mick19988]

Callsign : Top Gun
#umamusume
#ACECOMBAT8WINGSOFTHEVE