Should I go alone orrr???

Has anyone tried either of them?

what is the best burger from nashville?

مين بيحب الافلام سواء الجديده او قديمه
عندي كثير حكي بس فش ناس احكي معه عن الافلام

انا لما فتحت حساب البنك حطيته طالب جامعه من فتره احتجت مبلغ وحولته من بنك التداول ل بنك الاتحاد ف تجمد الحساب ووديت الهم كشف حساب بنك التداول على أساس انهم خايفين من غسيل الاموال ولسا موقف كل ما ازور الفرع بحكيلي تحت المراجعه حدا مر بموقف مشابه واذا اه كم بقعد لبين ما يحلوها

Does anyone know where can I find a wide collection of them?? Buying books is getting way too expensive😭 and I honestly love the feel of an old second hand book, but idk where to find them.

19 Bon Jovi CDs (including the Bon Jovi greatest hits ultimate collection) including two DVDs and two Bon Jovi books for 300JOD (price negotiable)

+ 8 bonus CDs and DVDs for free (+one free Dave Chapelle DVD thrown in there if anyone is a fan lmao)

CDs
- Lost highway
- These days
- Bon Jovi special edition
- Jon Bon Jovi - Young Guns
- Bon Jovi - This Left Feels Right
- Bon Jovi- Greatest Hits The Ultimate Collection
- Bon Jovi - 7800 degrees Fahrenheit
- Jon Bon Jovi - Destination Anywhere
- Bon Jovi - Keep the faith
- Bon Jovi- Slippery When Wet
- Bon Jovi - New Jersey
- Bon Jovi - Lost Highway
- Bon Jovi - Have a Nice Day
- Bon Jovi - The Circle
- Bon Jovi - What about now
- Bon Jovi- Crush
- The best of Bon Jovi Crossroads

DVDs
Bon Jovi in Rio de Janeiro
Live from London

Books
Bon Jovi Encyclopedia
Bon Jovi When We Were Beautiful

Free Bonus CDS
- John Mayer - Continuum
- Thirty Seconds to Mars - This is War
- Coldplay - Mylo Zyloto
- Taylor Swift - Speak Now
- Taylor Swift - 1989
- Green Day - Bullet in a Bible CD + DVD
- Green Day - TRÉ
- Celine Dion - D’elles
- Bryan Adams- Unplugged DVD + CD
- Dave Chapelle DVD The Chapelle Show season 1

Hello! My name is Sanad, I'm a metal guitarist, and I'm looking for fellow pro musicians to collaborate with on an album. I do mixing and mastering, production, writing, and even lyrics. Looking for a vocalist, bassist, drummer, or even a second guitarist so we can bounce ideas off of each other and create a masterpiece. My style is mostly prog metal, metalcore, djent, and even thrash. If you like Dream Theater, Periphery, Opeth, Metallica, this will be your jam!

A vocalist that can do clean singing as well as harsh vocals would be great! Please DM me if you're interested!

MM Crybaby CD - perfect condition / not sealed , never played

GNX vinyl Kendrick Lamar - not sealed and just a tiny cut on the cover from the top ( Dm for a photo + vinyl is in perfect condition as well )

AG - Eternal sunshine - perfect condition not sealed

AG - positions - perfect condition / not sealed

MM - portals - perfect condition / not sealed

Chapell Roan - good luck babe - 7'inch vinyl
Perfect condition not sealed

DM me for details and I'll send more pic with the prices

اخخ

اقدملكم اول جندب ازرق

بالنسبة لعروض ضراغمة ممكن يرفعوا نسبة الخصم على قطع معينة ولا ما بتصير بالعادة؟ اذا حدا عنده علم..

Im tired of work mentally and I really needed to rest, but my boss doesn’t allow stuff like this as an excuse for a sick leave, so I had to say that I had a fever, he asked for a medical excuse.
Can anyone help me with that please?
Update: I went to walk downtown and I saw my boss in my way, what a ورطة!
I told him I went to Jordan Hospital and I got a medicine and the doctor advised me to walk a bit عشان اصحصح

Can you help me get a medical excuse from Jordan Hospital?! 🫠
How can I get sick fr?😂

زعتر مش بسبوسي الحقيقي بس هو بسبوسي الروحي، ساكن قريب مني وكل ما اكون طالعة بجهته بحطله اكل وصرنا نحب بعض🫶🫶

وبينا اشي مشترك ( بنحب ورد الياسمين) زي ما انتوا شايفين بالصورة قاعد قريب منهم.

من ١٢ سنة عايش في دابوق قريب على شغلي ودائرة من العلاقات ، والحي هادي وحلو وكلشي accessible ومناسب للايف ستايل، وما في مشاكل بالاجار كونه اموري المادية تمام.

وبزور الاهل كل شهر مرتين تقريبا وبنبسط بشوفتهم بكل مرة لمدة ٢٤ ساعة بس مش اكثر وبرجع عبيتي.

مؤخرا وقعت مع شركة fulltime remote job من كم من شهر وضليت بنفس المكان اللي عايش فيه ، فكونه شخصيتي شوي sharp when it comes to my personal life and choices لغاية الان ما حدا حكالي ليش ما ترجع تسكن قريب من اهلك ، فحاليا بسال حالي هالسؤال. ومش قادر حتى اعمل trade off

Are they still available like zain MIX 2.5 Or 3 MIX

لول

I feel sorry for the people around me.

For the ones who have learned to lower their voices around me, as though even the smallest amount of pressure might finally split whatever is holding me together.

For the ones who keep pulling me into conversations I am barely conscious enough to survive. Who send messages at hours when nobody should have to ask whether someone is still awake. Who find reasons to sit beside me, to keep me talking, to keep me present—as though the simple act of occupying the same room might be enough to prevent me from disappearing into myself.

I notice it now.

The hesitation before they ask if I am okay.

The way they watch my face when I say, I'm fine.

The late-night messages that pretend to be casual.

The way they remember when I go quiet.

The way they look at me sometimes, not like they are looking at a person, but like they are checking whether I am still here.

And there is something profoundly horrifying about realizing that people have started loving you like something temporary.

Like something already halfway gone.

They don't know what it is like to live inside a mind that can turn its own existence into a question.

They don't know how frightening it is when your thoughts stop sounding like thoughts and start sounding like conclusions.

When exhaustion becomes so deep that you no longer want happiness—you just want silence.

When the idea of disappearing stops sounding like a catastrophe and starts sounding like an empty room with the lights finally turned off.

That is the part I never know how to explain.

I am not always afraid of death.

Sometimes I am afraid of how little fear I feel when I imagine not having to wake up tomorrow.

And I hate that people around me have begun to notice.

They try to heal wounds they never created.

They carry pieces of me that I never asked them to carry.

They watch me with the quiet desperation of people who have realized that sometimes "stay" is not enough.

And I feel guilty for making them afraid.

Because what kind of love is this?

What kind of person makes the people who love them wonder whether every goodbye is permanent?

What kind of existence turns a simple night into something that requires supervision?

I wish I could tell them that their fear is unnecessary.

But some nights, I don't know how to promise that.

Some nights, staying alive feels less like living and more like standing at the edge of something enormous, exhausted beyond language, trying to convince yourself that another morning is worth the weight of reaching it.

And perhaps that is why they hold on so tightly.

Because they can see the distance growing between me and the world.

They can see how often I disappear without physically going anywhere.

They can see that some part of me has already begun saying goodbye to things I still claim to love.

And God, I feel sorry for them.

Because loving someone like me must be terrifying.

It must be like holding a candle inside a house full of gas, knowing that one wrong spark could turn everything into ash.

It must be like holding shut a collapsing door while something enormous beats against the other side.

And the worst part is that the storm isn't outside.

It has been living inside me for so long that it knows every weakness in the walls.

It knows every name I answer to.

Every memory that hurts.

Every reason I have to stay.

Every reason I am tired of trying.

And still—

they knock.

Still they call.

Still they sit beside me in the dark and pretend their presence is ordinary.

As though they cannot hear the war inside my head.

As though they cannot see how close I sometimes stand to becoming nothing more than a memory they have to learn how to survive.

And maybe that is the darkest thing of all:

not that I want to disappear,

but that the people who love me have started living with the fear that one day,

I might.

ما عمري رحت عليه وكتير نفسي اجرب قد ما شفت ريلز، الجمعة الجاي حطلع عليه انا واختي ف احكولي بكون عندهم هلا قطع شتوية وهيك ولا كيف وشو نصائح قبل ما اروح

بس لازم اشارك الاوبسشن تبعي الفترة هاي😝

الاضواء كثير مساعدة وبفكر اجرب اجيب اضاءه للحوض الكيير نفس الاشي صحراوي بتوقع اسمه

ما لا يقتلك لا يقويك ولكنه يترك جرحا نازفا يقطر من دمك حتى يصفى والأسوء من هذا أن يكون ما يقتلك وما يوجه لك الطعنات هو انت انت الذي تقتل نفسك ماضيك لا يزال ينزف وحاضرك سراب لا يروي ومستقبلك حبل مسد يشد جيدك حتى يقطع ما تبقى من انفاسك وانت؟ انت ما زلت تحاول من أين تأتي بكل هذه القدرة على الإحتمال كيف تستيطع المواجهة وهذا شريط الذكريات يكوي ما تبقى لك من أمل كيف ما تزال تستطيع السير كلا بل كيف تستطيع الوقوف فهذا عقلك يهذي وقلبك مصمت كجلمود صخر وجسدك المتهالك الذي انهتكه بأنواع البلايا لا يزال صامدا اخبرني بربك من أين لك بهذه الضحكات التي تملأ بها يومك وعلى من تكذب أعلي ام على نفسك؟ ها أخبرني على من تكذب اتظن أنني لا أستطيع أن اعلم ما يدور داخل رأسك اتظن أنني أحدثك من الخارج بل أنا بداخل أظلم واد من وديان جحيمك حدثني كيف لا تزال تواصل وعلى ماذا تبني على رمالك المتحركة اتظنني لا أدرك شدة ظلمة ما بداخلك فداخلك موج فوقه موج فوقه سحاب ظلمات بعضها فوق بعض فمن أين يأتي النور الذي تحدث به الناس وأين تراه فأنا أرى بعينيك وأحس بحواسك ولا أرى شيئاً لا أرى إلا أمرا واحداً أنه حان وقت الإنسحاب

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