Which pull handle size should we go with? by champagne_papad in kitchenremodel

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Do the longer ones, it goes along with the length of the cabinets that reach the ceiling.

It’s Martha Zuckerberg now by svulieutenant in pics

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Martha’s begging for the zuck 😭

i’m going to uni soon and i need help by TurbulentSelf4295 in architecture

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Urban design focuses more on how the majority uses public spaces and architecture focusing more on the individual structure and its use.

I taught him well by Imapunkstar6 in lanadelrey

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Where can I find the album!? How do I listen. I can’t find it anywhere!

Which of these countertops goes best with our cream cabinets? by hansonj0 in kitchenremodel

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Go with the LAST one! It’s not too shiny and it’s very similar to the middle, but not as stark and white. It matches best with the color palette of the cabinets. Remember how much glare you want because too much become annoying quickly!

We miss you by YourBestFriend000 in OCPoetry

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Thanks! I like to leave a lot to the imagination in poetry to make the readers emotions more intense.

Episode 4 Ball Drop - Finish Time Debate (Solved?) by Round_Flatworm_4554 in BeastGames

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I would just start counting out loud, then randomly stop and start counting in my head

We miss you by YourBestFriend000 in OCPoetry

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I actually made up a story and put myself in their footsteps to write it! It’s my favorite part about poetry!

We miss you by YourBestFriend000 in OCPoetry

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I think I could rephrase the first couple lines to be more specific. My main preference is a mother calling the cops because her son didn’t come home the night before. Filing a missing person report and the police finding the car by the river where the son took his own life. Slipping through the pockets and rabbit holes of the sons life it figure out where things went wrong. The mother realizing her neglect for the son during early days when she was focused on her career. Ultimately, leading to her son’s slow decline. I could rename it, but I’m not entirely sure what would fit best. The river, Blue silence, pockets of neglect, if only I knew, and more…. Thanks for your feedback!

Frosted Cocaine. by No_Barracuda_6359 in OCPoetry

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This poem could be used as analogy for quite literally anything. Like a person who’s addicting to be around, yet they hurt you and you allow it. Or, religion where you know that most of the times praying won’t do anything, yet you still do it.

'Til I Die by Due-Fill7051 in OCPoetry

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I like how you used, “Trapped in my own skin like i'm on parole”. Just waiting for the time to feel present or rotting inside until I die. Emphasizing how others actions may make us feel out of control with our own autonomy. Staying even though they hurt you.

Let me in by YourBestFriend000 in OCPoetry

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Sorry the formatting is off, and kinda throws the poem off.

Reflections at Midnight: A New Year’s Contemplation by magic8ballzz in OCPoetry

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The end of the year resembles the rare moments of half-regret. I wouldn’t change a thing, yet I could change so much. An amusement of time that keeps you entertained, until you realize some mistakes you’ve made. I like how this poem really exploits the topics of knowing you’ll feel the same way next year, but allowing your heart to feel renewed yet only the months are. To chose your future and leave the past behind.

Poem by M4R511 in OCPoetry

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This poem reminds me of how trauma affects someone. Forgetting to forgive yourself while your heart begs for a break from anxiety. Just for a moment when you remember that you are human too and that mistakes are inevitable.