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[mitamicah]

Pictures of me and häärijä from Berlin - I felt a little bad asking him for one given he was running back and forth the merchstand but once again he was such a sweetheart and very nice talking to 😁 and not to mention a good hugger 👀

[spacechaostician]

Shout out to everyone on Tumblr who had a Superwholock blog, got rid of their Superwholock blog, and are now hyperfixated adults with ADHD restarting their Dr Who obsession

[hqinfinities]

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[oak23]

This Titanic news sure isnt great for someone with an intense fear of the ocean lmao

[namidanoondowa]

https://twitter.com/ZackSnyder/status/1638322580502482944?s=20

https://vero.co/zacksnyder/d4-B8NwkqDKsj48KM6sLkTJ5

[rebel-moons]

seething with jealousy that I’m not at the #FullCircle event this weekend

[harmonyhealinghub]

The Teacher's Reunion Shaina Tranquilino November 17, 2024

Chantel pushed open the double doors of the high school gym, the faint scent of floor polish and aged wood wafting toward her like a ghostly echo of the past. The reunion buzzed with voices layered in laughter and exclamations of surprise, faces lit by strings of fairy lights that wound along the walls. It had been fifteen years since she'd last walked these halls, an insecure teenager wrapped in self-doubt, unaware of the woman she would become. She smoothed her navy-blue dress and glanced around, her heart thudding with a blend of anticipation and nerves. Former classmates stood in clusters, some looking shockingly unchanged, others with crow’s feet and silver streaks marking their stories. As she approached the refreshments table, her eyes caught a slight, familiar figure near the corner.

Mrs. Eberle stood there, her silver hair now piled into an elegant bun, and her eyes—still sharp behind gold-rimmed glasses—scanned the room with an amused, warm detachment. The world seemed to pause for a moment as a flood of memories washed over Chantel.

She recalled sophomore year: her father had just walked out, leaving her mother hollow-eyed and distant. School became both a refuge and a battleground. It was Mrs. Eberle’s English class that had kept her anchored. One day, when she turned in a paper streaked with tear-smudged ink, the teacher had asked her to stay after class. Chantel remembered Mrs. Eberle’s soft voice, her steady eyes, and the unspoken understanding they shared as she simply said, “Some stories are heavier than others. But they’re worth telling.”

Chantel took a breath and approached her.

“Mrs. Eberle?” she ventured, voice catching slightly.

The older woman’s eyes sparkled with recognition. “Chantel Dupree! Oh, my goodness. Look at you!” She reached out, clasping Chantel’s hands in hers, fingers still thin but firm. “Time has its way, doesn’t it?”

They talked at first about the usual reunion chatter: jobs, families, the weird twists of life. But then Chantel found herself pausing, the old lump in her throat rising. Mrs. Eberle tilted her head, a signal as clear as a raised eyebrow in her class.

“I just—I don’t know if I ever properly thanked you,” Chantel began, her voice low but steady. “Those days in your classroom, they were... more than just lessons. You saw me. And that made all the difference.”

Mrs. Eberle’s expression softened, her eyes glistening for the briefest moment before she blinked and chuckled. “I always believed in you, Chantel. I’m glad to see that belief wasn’t misplaced.”

They sat at a table under the warm glow of the lights, the chatter around them fading into the background. They swapped stories: Mrs. Eberle recounted how teaching had been her life raft during her own dark moments, and Chantel spoke of her work as a journalist and how she now used words to give voice to others who felt unseen. It was a conversation filled with laughter and quiet pauses that carried more weight than words.

As the night wound down and the last slow song began to play, Mrs. Eberle touched Chantel’s arm. “You know, my dear, you’ve become the story worth telling.”

Chantel smiled, her heart swelling with gratitude, a bond of friendship rekindled under the banner of shared history. For once, she felt not only the weight of her own story but the strength it had given her—and the teacher who had helped her carry it when it was too heavy alone.

They promised to meet for coffee soon, an unexpected friendship blooming like a secret garden rediscovered.

[crazygamecommunity]

skate. verrà lanciato in Accesso Anticipato nel 2025, hanno annunciato Electronic Arts e lo sviluppatore Full Circle.

[fullcirclehuh]

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[thegreattraveljourney]

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[a4rmeda]

[hqinfinities]

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[fannytasticlife]

Full Circle: Embracing the Journey of Life and Business

Unlock your potential with the Full Circle journey! 🌟 This concept embraces the interconnectedness of experiences, learning, and growth. Explore how entrepreneurs like Bezos and Gates exemplify this path. Ready to transform? 🚀 #Empowerment #FullCircle

The concept of “Full Circle” is a profound reflection on the journey of life and business. It signifies starting at an unknown spot, navigating through various experiences, and eventually realizing the interconnectedness of these experiences. By the time you complete a journey, you often have a hindsight moment where everything suddenly makes sense. This realization not only brings closure but…

[daletraita]

Scopri il testo della canzone “Full Circle” di Miley Cyrus

[cardinaldesign]

[gatorsportsfan]

Bo Davis and Steve Sarkisian’s work comes full-circle in Texas’ culture win at Iowa State

AMES, Iowa — In the final minutes, Bo Davis relaxed on a folding chair near the bench, plenty comfortable in the cold. Texas’ offense was running out the clock on a 26-16 victory at Iowa State. His work here was done. The Longhorns’ defensive line coach has plenty of reasons to be proud. In its final road game as a member of the Big 12, Texas flexed its toughness and proved its progress. This…