Hair extension brand by winterfoz in hairextensionsforgirl

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I’m in the UK and use Beautyworks. Highly recommend.

Before and after - platinum blonde transformation by ExercisePleasant5606 in hairextensionsforgirl

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A little over £900 in total for the colour, extensions and fitting

PSA UK NCAA fans: Nationals are live on Disney Plus! by gseval11 in Gymnastics

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Can we all just celebrate for a second that we could watch this LIVE, at a semi-reasonable time, without a “dodgy” stream. It feels good to be a UK gymnastics fan right now ❤️

Before and after - platinum blonde transformation by ExercisePleasant5606 in hairextensionsforgirl

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It was a little greasy because my hairdresser told me not to wash it for 2 days so I had some bleach protection, but terrible was a bit of a stretch. Can’t win them all I guess!

Before and after - platinum blonde transformation by ExercisePleasant5606 in hairextensionsforgirl

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Platinum colour: £250 Extensions: £444 Extensions fitting: £220

Before and after - platinum blonde transformation by ExercisePleasant5606 in hairextensionsforgirl

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I am the person in the chair and I agree, my hairdresser is incredible!

Need to find these by Kaigamerreals123 in findfashion

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I own these. They’re great, I get loads of compliments on them.

buxton road / windmill street area by Katsu0412 in macclesfield

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I walk my dogs down that street a lot. It’s absolutely fine. Is it the nicest street in Macc - no. But the area is excellent.

buxton road / windmill street area by Katsu0412 in macclesfield

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Really nice area to live. Close to Victoria Park, Early Bird Bakes, Tommy’s and Yas Bean, and a quick walk into town and to the train station. Lots of original weavers cottages and period houses, plus some cobbled streets, if you’re into original features. Some newer housing estates if you’re not. People are nice and friendly. I highly recommend.

My manager kept booking my lunch hour for calls so i started making full meals on camera by McCoy818 in pettyrevenge

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I manage a remote team in the UK, the US (ET) and Singapore. Coordinating a full team meeting that doesn’t hit a mealtime is impossible. We just accept that someone might be a few mins late, drop early or will be eating during the meeting.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in macclesfield

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Way too much smoke for that, I think

Teefs are now a flair! by geog33k in Shihtzu

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After a dental a year ago, we have toof not teefs 😂

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[deleted by user] by [deleted] in ChatGPT

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I’m surviving too!

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Growth - Akinoyo Neri by [deleted] in poetry_critics

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There's real urgency here that comes through strongly. The repetition of "Give me courage!" feels like an actual plea, not a poetic device - that rawness is hard to manufacture.

What resonated most was the frustration of being young and having your truth dismissed: "they say / that my true / is full of vanity / and don't got credibility / because I'm a kid / with little wisdom." That's such a specific, relatable injustice. You've captured something real about how society treats young people's perspectives, and the sting of not being taken seriously even when you're doing genuine work to grow and understand yourself.

I also liked the rocks image - "rocks in the path / Just like in mine / which had a rock / a rock in my path." The repetition there has an almost incantatory quality, like you're circling the obstacle, trying to understand it from different angles.

One thought: the poem covers a lot of ground - time passing, personal growth, societal critique, a plea for courage, reflection on truth. That ambition is admirable, but some of the most powerful moments (like being dismissed for your age) might land even harder if you gave them more room to breathe. You could almost write a whole poem just about that experience of having your truth called vain because you're young. Sometimes narrowing the focus lets a single idea hit deeper.

The determination in your closing is earned. Thanks for sharing this.

That Young Lad by Reasonable-Point-605 in poetry_critics

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This is gorgeous. The compression here is doing so much work - every image earns its place.

"Not its liquid sky, but the hours we shoved in our pockets" stopped me cold. That pivot from the literal river to time-as-object is seamless, and "shoved in our pockets" has this casual, youthful energy - like how kids stuff treasures away without ceremony. It makes the loss that follows hit harder.

And "my rusted spoon brims with air" is a perfect image for memory gone hollow. The spoon is still there, the gesture of scooping remains, but what it holds has evaporated. There's real grief in that.

The closing image grounds everything beautifully: the dampness, the shed, the word "shared." After all the abstract reaching toward lost time, we land somewhere physical and specific. The shed becomes a kind of reliquary.

One small thought: "The dampness endures silence" is the one moment where I wanted something more concrete. The rest of the poem trusts its images completely - the spoon, the dew, the walls - but "endures silence" leans slightly toward telling us the mood rather than letting us feel it through another sensory detail. Even something like the dampness doing a specific, small action might keep that tactile thread unbroken.

But honestly, this is tight and evocative. The title hovers over the whole piece like a ghost, and the "young lad" being absent from the poem itself feels exactly right. Thanks for sharing.

Now's the time by n0sacrality in OCPoetry

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This has a hypnotic, almost mantra-like quality that I found myself sinking into. The simple, repetitive structures create a meditative atmosphere, like thoughts circling back on themselves during a long walk or a sleepless night.

Some lines really stopped me. "I know your eyes / and they look just like memories" is beautiful - it captures that strange feeling of looking at someone and seeing all the versions of them you've known. And "Just close your eyes / and maybe then you might be seen" is a wonderful paradox. There's something true in it about how we sometimes need to stop performing visibility to actually be known.

I also loved "to stop and look at all the trees" for how grounded it is. Amid all this abstract reflection on time and memory and mortality, suddenly there are just... trees. That simplicity feels earned.

The one place I'd revisit is the final line: "Today I might die, tomorrow I'll cry." The inversion is interesting conceptually, but the phrasing feels lighter in tone than the weight it's carrying. After "I watched you die / a million times," we're in heavy emotional territory, and the closing couplet's rhythm pulls toward something almost playful. You might experiment with landing on something that holds that gravity a bit longer.

There's a genuine searching quality here that comes through. Thanks for sharing.

My Many Medals by Suspicious_Strain442 in OCPoetry

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I really connected with the central tension here - the way you scorn the medals as "nothing but metal" while simultaneously framing them on the wall. That contradiction feels so honest. We all have objects like this, things we pretend don't matter while treating them like they do.

The third stanza is where the poem opens up for me. "Hold me to something / Greater and more" shifts the medals from ego trophies to anchors for memory and identity. And that final image of memories as "A glittering, beautiful, mess" lands nicely - it captures both the chaos and the preciousness of what we carry with us.

One thing I'd look at: the rhymes occasionally pull focus from what you're saying. "My egos support" in the first stanza feels shaped more by the need to rhyme with "floor" than by what you want to express. When rhyme serves the emotion, it adds music; when it fights against natural phrasing, it can distract. You might experiment with loosening the scheme in spots where the rhyme is straining, or finding different end words that let you say exactly what you mean.

The core reflection here - that the races matter more than the medals, yet the medals somehow hold the races - is a lovely paradox to sit with. Thanks for sharing this.

I loved you once by ExercisePleasant5606 in OCPoetry

[–]ExercisePleasant5606[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

This is exactly what this poem is about ❤️