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[restomodmusclecar]

Plymouth Roadrunner 😍 #plymouthroadrunner #goodguyscarshow #protouring #texasmotorspeedway #killer #musclecarzone #v8power #billets https://www.instagram.com/p/CqMyg4cgYqv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[dedi-ashour]

اليوم العالمي للسرطان 🎗️🌎

4 - فبراير

اليوم العالمي للسرطان الذي يقام كل 4 فبراير هو مبادرة عالمية موحدة يقودها الاتحاد الدولي لمكافحة السرطان (UICC). من خلال رفع الوعي العالمي وتحسين التعليم وتحفيز العمل الشخصي والجماعي والحكومي .

🔺ما هو السرطان؟

السرطان هو مرض يصيب الخلايا في الجسم، مما يؤدي إلى نموها بشكل غير طبيعي وانتشارها إلى أجزاء أخرى من الجسم.

🔺ما هي أعراض السرطان؟

تختلف أعراض السرطان حسب نوعه، ولكن بعض الأعراض الشائعة تشمل:

تغيرات في الجلد

كتل أو تورم في أي مكان في الجسم

نزيف غير طبيعي

ألم أو إزعاج مستمر

تغيرات في عادات الأمعاء أو المثانة

فقدان الوزن غير المبرر

التعب الشديد

ماذا يمكننا أن نفعل معًا لمحاربة السرطان؟

نشر الوعي حول مرض السرطان وطرق الوقاية منه،

🌹🎗️دعم مرضى السرطان وعائلاتهم

🔴 اليوم العالمي للسرطان

"اللهم اجعل الكيماوي برداً وسلاماً على مرضى السرطان"

اللهم اشفي جميع مرضي السرطان

اللهم اشفيهم شفاء لا يغادر سقمآ🤲🎗️

[acautionarytale]

Started watching Bosch and Lt Billets is established as queer in the first season. I approve and love her.

[loweredtrucksmatter]

Check out the build @_dmaxoscar_ #hemi #intros #srt #billets #mopar #clean #trucks #trokiando #fast #srt8 #lowlife #chevy #truckin #dropped #viper #suelo #wrap #lowered #singlecab #ram #moparnation #explorepage #slammed #stance #static #loweredtrucks #pickup #obs #loweredtrucksmatter https://www.instagram.com/p/CpCFeqts_wa/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[the-curious-cat24]

I think I already consume all of my luck this week 🤔

[haruharudiary]

Haru Haru Diary change de format !

Hello hello les amis ! (￣▽￣)ノ   Hahi ! Cela fait un petit moment que je n’ai plus posté ! Mes études me prennent bien trop de temps. Je suis terriblement désolée. ๑•́ㅿ•̀๑) ᔆᵒʳʳᵞ Mais je ne vous oublie pas pour autant et je compte bien revenir vous offrir du contenus digne de la grande journaliste que je suis ! (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑ Faire des numéros mensuels étant trop compliqué à mettre en place avec mon planning de révision actuel, je ferais des billets de temps en temps quand l’inspiration me viendra, que je terminerai un dossier ou une interview ou quand un grand évènement se produira !  En parlant d’interview, j’ai réussi à obtenir un rendez-vous avec la grenouille mystérieuse de la Varia, je vous prépare donc une interview aux petits oignons. N’hésitez pas à poser vos questions en commentaire ! o/  A très (très) vite ! Haru

[nouvellesdumaquis]

The Rocket Man - Tribute To Elton John à Paris au Cirque d'Hiver le 31/01/2025

The Rocket Man, l’inoubliable tribute to Sir Elton John, est de retour en France avec une vaste tournée en janvier et février 2025 qui sera le vendredi 31 janvier 2025 à 20h30 au Cirque d’Hiver à Paris. A ne pas rater !

The Rocket Man, l’inoubliable tribute to Sir Elton John, est de retour en France avec une vaste tournée en janvier et février 2025 qui sera le vendredi 31 janvier 2025 à 20h30 au Cirque d’Hiver à Paris

Personne ne sait incarner cette superstar flamboyante qu'est Elton John avec autant d’éclat, de réalisme et de folie que Jimmy Love. C’est sûr, « The Rocket Man » va vous emporter, au travers de 2 heures de tubes emblématiques, qui (re)visitent toutes les périodes d’Elton John, de « Crocodile Rock » à « Candle in the Wind” en passant par « Your Song”, “Sacrifice” et bien sûr, « Rocket Man ».

Infos et réservations sur le site du Cirque d'Hiver à Paris

Découvrez la bande annonce de la tournée The Rocket Man 2025 :

[lolochaponnay]

[cocina1]

25 billets !

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28e édition du Festival REGARD

200 passeports en prévente disponibles aujourd’hu à midi Continue reading 28e édition du Festival REGARD

[riaki]

i literally cant stop thinkin’ about highschoolbully!gojo who used to be your ride or die ‘til he started getting attention from those popular jock type guys who are always assholes to everyone. and him being.. well, him means he preens under attention no matter who it’s from, so naturally he started to gravitate towards that group and their little troop of cheerleading fangirls. and then he started distancing from you and without either of you really realizing it, you’ve slipped between the other’s fingers. but the way he acts towards you makes you think he let you fall without moving a muscle to slow you down.

soon enough, a year swings by and by the end of it he’s gone from your life, save as just another face in the gaggle of boys who make crude jokes and laugh at smart kids and pop milk cartoons during lunch just for the hell of it. but you’re minding your own business, ‘cause you’re mature enough to realize that people come and go, no matter how close you might’ve been and you think it’s unfortunate that so many memories could be thrown aside in a blink of an eye, but it makes a lot of sense when you walk past satoru and his friends bullying some random kid. you don’t know him, but you’ve heard enough to realize it’s his girlfriend satoru’s flirting with while his ‘gang’ kick at the kid. and it’s sickening, but you don’t say anything when you walk by.

and when you don’t ever see the kid afterward and catch the dark eyebags under his girlfriend’s eyes, you come to the cruel realization that satoru isn’t the boy who’d bandage the scrape on your knee you got from tripping in the playground or buy you a soda because he’s noticed your sweat when you were walking home and you don’t have any money left on you.

it’s a glass half empty, half full type of situation. on the one hand, you don’t have him anymore. on the other hand, you don’t have him anymore. that is, you lost your best friend, but you’ve also lost someone who has the potential to absolutely ruin your life. and you don’t know whether to be glad or not, so you just mind your own business even if it hurts a little when he ignores you, stops tossing paper at your head in class (unless it’s to embarrass you) and stops walking you to and from school.

but the cherry on top of the shit cake is that he doesn't get it. so when he approaches you in the library one day after satiating the need to tear pages from books and make them into paper airplanes to throw at people, he doesn't seem to understand why you try to ignore him, or put off his attempts to hold a convo. but the worst part is that he's just sleazy and clueless about it. it's like he took an eraser and wiped every single year of your friendship off the chalkboard with one fell swipe, and you wish he'd done that too to the less-than-appropriate messages he and his friends had written towards one of your classmates.

he doesn't understand why you're hesitant to talk, and that's what makes it the worst. he always thinks he's in the right, and he keeps setting you off and it sucks that he knows exactly what sets you off. "i'm an asshole? what're you talking about? really, you're in over your head. you never change." he laughs, and you ignore him, and he gets bored, and he's about to leave when he spots your wallet open next to your book, on the table. there's a polaroid peeking out, and he recognizes the tufts of white hair to be him. but there's a weird feeling in his chest, and he thinks he gets it from you, so he leaves because he thinks you're weird.

and it goes on; you practically become a nobody in satoru's eyes, because of that weird, weird feeling you give him. it's unfamiliar and he's never gotten it before and he doesn't like it. but it's unavoidable when your professor pairs you two for the end-of-term project. and of course, you're ready to do all the work, because that's how it always was between you when you were kids. but sometimes he'd surprise you by helping, and he'd show you that he was actually intelligent just to earn your praise because he liked it. but he ignored you, and you did everything, and it would've been okay if not for his friends egging him on to present your entire project when the day came and leave you with no content for a grade.

that's the first time it hits him: does he really want to do that? but it's not like it'll be the first time; you've always taken the hits for him, because you're naturally smart and you'll pick yourself back up in no time, and you get why he does it, so it'll be okay. so he agrees, and he enjoys the time he gets to spend with you through it, but the nagging weird feeling that blooms in his chest like a pesky weed only grows stronger. that's all his feelings ever seem to do around you.

but before you know it, presentation day swings around. you had coffee this morning (on his card), and you're ready enough to shoot him a small smile that sends his heart a-flutter. so you go up, feeling up to the task and ready until— he starts talking, and talking, and talking, and people don't think that he's taking your words out of your mouth because he's intelligent when he wants to make you praise him and you don't get the chance to get a word in and you notice the guys are laughing and hitting each other's shoulders to themselves in the upper rows and before you know it it's over. people are clapping but moreso they're looking at you and they're whispering— but it's terribly loud and they don't bother to hide it. they call you things that shouldn't bother you but they do anyway, because it's satoru's fault, and you're such a fool for thinking you could have it your way again.

so you leave class early, excusing yourself and ignoring the way your professor gives you a distasteful look and scribbles something next to your name. you're out the door in a second, neglecting your bags and satoru's a little lost because— didn't he just do good? people were clapping, and laughing with him and not at him, but it's attention either way so he doesn't mind. so why do you? why did you look at him like he stabbed you in the back? and his friends are calling his name, and he wishes he could chase after you and do something but he doesn't.

and it's a little sickening what they do next; one of their girls grabbed your bags and tossed it to them, and they've started rifling through it as if they own it, tearing up your shit and dumping everything onto the ground and he's kind of just... glued to the chair by his feelings. his heart feels like it's been patched together and the weird fuzzy feeling he had in his chest that's been cultivating has extinguished to be replaced with something he realizes he's only ever felt when it comes to you— guilt.

he's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't realize his friend is silently offering him something— nudging his side to get his attention. he takes it without really realizing he moved his hand, and his silent friend with the gauges in his ears and the dark hair gets up and leaves without another word. when satoru looks down, he realizes he's been given your wallet. "the reward for betraying your baby," they call it. like all you're worth is the money in your account.

he's a little curious. that's how he's always been; asking you questions, rummaging through your stuff, laughing sheepishly and shaking it off when you caught him red-handed. so he opens it up, ignoring your sad little cards and the funny look on your license. he's looking for something, subconsciously; but he doesn't find it. there's no white tuft of hair to suggest his presence in your life; just empty black leather. nothing else.

and he doesn't see you after. or the following day. or the following weeks; weeks that turn into months that turn into the end of school and he's graduating but you're not by his side. and neither are his so called 'friends'; the only thing he has to their name is your own ruined friendship. it's a shame; he feels alone. very alone. no fuzzy weird feeling, not even that thing people call guilt. no attention to chase, and connections are ever harder to make. it shouldn'tve mattered that much, right? it was just a presentation. why wouldn't you just come back to him like you always did? were you not still friends...?

but the blood is still on his hands, and he doesn't manage to ever wash it off. guilt has a way of festering; of weighing on the heart 'till there's nothing left to feel or think but unfortunate circumstance and what could've been done differently. it just sucks that he never tried hard enough to keep you from slipping between his grasp. and now, he doesn't even have a polaroid to your friendship's name.

pt.2

[anthonyconh]

[mentalistoas]

Professional Billets From The 1914

[ifitaintbrownitaintshit]

Still fine tuning coilovers. #toyota #corolla #toyotacorolla #billets #boyds #boyddiablos #boydcoddington #ppgvibrancerubyslippers #corolla2010 #lowyotas #neillbrownfurniturecompany #shermantx #minitrunkin #minitruckinstyle #minitruckin #ourlifestylepodcast #westcoastinfluence #insanedesigns #billetspecialties #mtstyle (at Neill Brown Furniture Company) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpWZyHMO6lK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[flmboyz]

1971 Ford Torino GT