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NEONI - Giants (lyric video)

Don’t you get this Levi Heichou Attack on Titans vibe too?

[ Biometrix - Fire ]

[ Krewella - Say Goodbye ]

[ Barren Gates & Alter. - Object ]

For those who may think of buying a Fitbit tracker, you may have heard about compatiblity problems of Fitbit products with numerous phones and/or tablets.

They do have a list of compatible products, but seriously, this list is mainly shit ‘cause it’s not updated enough.

Well, you’re lucky if you are a Samsung A3 owner like me, (you don’t need the pink model like mine tho...)

Because this model is compatible with the Fitbit Alta HR tracker!   ❗ Yet, I don’t know if ALL fitbit trackers are indeed compatible or not ❗

If you also own or think of buying a tablet, then know that the Lenovo Yoga Tab 3 Plus (and not Pro) IS also compatible with the Alta HR!

Oh and if you want some nice bracelet for your new Fitbit, Alixpress is certainly a very good place to buy cheap priced yet good quality wristbands. Incredible choice of colors, materials and styles!

Yntendo x Sam F - Feels So Good (feat. Aviella)

Don’t let yourself be fooled by the begining...

When you can feel it and just can’t stop it.

When the lights start goin’ And the pain is going down My eyes are open And they’re staring out into the crowd

I've been depressed for many, many, maaaany never-ending weeks now.

I don't even remember when all that shit begun, but what I know, is that I couldn't even resolve the slightest of my problems before knew ones kept falling on my shoulders...

I'm usually very strong and ballsy.

Yet, when it indeed begun, I cried almost every freaking day as I could barely stand my current situation and found my body way too tired after crying my heart out for my brain to process all those shits anymore. In short: tears were painful –hell! My head ached a lot after it!- but they were the only way for me to get some sleep at night and feel –even if just for a very short time- a little bit better at day.

It lasted so long that crying almost became a routine for me to let some 'steam' off.

Then, something in my head rang.

WTF?

When the hell did I even become so weak? What in the fucking world could only disturb me when I'm the type to say out loud I give no shit? Who's the one I'm seeing in the mirror?

Not me. I am not weak. I don't give a shit. About anyone. About anything.

I am but a mere coldhearted loner with some damned big mouth and pretty sharp words.  

I told myself it was enough crying, enough being depressed, and enough acting like some lifeless body.

I am a warrior and I can crack every fucker's skull as I want if I just feel like it. Yes, bitch.

After that, I slept better without letting out the slightest tear. I woke up less tired, but still not particularly motivated. I got to work, back to being my usual self: guts, balls, mouth. The least needed.

Of course, it was rather boring, but seeing my old coworkers gave me back my smile, all the more when I heard that some barked about me not being here anymore and about my switching not having been officially said, and that my dearest and closest teammate was totally depressed. Not that I'm happy about what they're feeling, but it heals my wounded heart to know there are people who sincerely like me for the bitch that I am everyday.

I wish –perhaps should I pray?- for me to go back to the place I really belong. Until that day comes, I'll stay strong and true to myself because that's also how I am.

Never give up.

Fuck no.

Keep your head high and heart strong.

[ The Tech Thieves - Fake ]

Avis à tout les blaireaux et pecnots gens qui me posent encore la même question parfaitement débile et bien relou à chaque putain de fois que je porte des talons de plus de 9cm de haut et moins de 2cm de large aiguilles :

“Mais comment tu fais pour marcher la-dedans ?!”

Réponse:

<<Je mets le pied gauche devant, puis le droit, et je recommence jusqu’à arriver à destination.>>

<<Connasse.>>

D’autres questions ?

PS: la VRAIE question intelligente à poser serait : 

C’est pas trop la merde quand tu roules ?

Réponse:

Ça dépend bien évidement de la godasse en question mais quand il s’agit d’une bottine à talon aiguille de près de 15cm avec plateforme de 4~5cm: OUI, c’est galère les premières minutes, surtout quand la surface de contact est très réduite et très lisse. On ne sent la pédale que via le retour de force et on peut TRÈS facilement ripper (et donc se louper) en voulant appuyer dessus à cause de l’angle inhabituel de la cheville.

Comme pour tout, il faut un peu de pratique. Mais quand on porte souvent des talons, l’habitude se prend très rapidement et la différence de hauteur n’est gênante qu'à cause de la fatigue qu’elle engendre sur la cuisse droite.

TFW you listen to this and are so down... Mix both salt and sugar together.

Dat feeling when you waited all the damn week to see if you would ever get a text, a mail or the slightest sign that the person you sent da letter would come to the date, hour and place you fixed.

That feeling, gnawing at you when you wait in your car on the parking, looking at every car passing by to see if it's his and if he would really come… Minutes pass and time arrives. So you slowly walk toward that beer shop, the heels of your boots echoing loudly in your walk.

Dat feeling when after long hours and complicated days of thinking, you finally decide that you’re tired of getting both your brain and heart all messed by just one person, so you make an important yet scary choice and get the guts -who you are so damn timid- to make the move.

Dat feeling when, because of your well-known shit-like luck and legendary dark karma, you just never have the opportunity to see that person and instead, keep meeting with people you desperately try to avoid every freaking day.

Still, this is no shit and you've made up your mind: You. Will. Not. Give. Up.

Not this time.