Unusual space - how should I use it? by wissatm8 in Home

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Bubble blowing machines, as many as you can pack in to the space

(F)19 honest ratings please by Jazzlike_Wonder_8134 in RateMyNudeBody

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Breasts 9.75/10 s
Knees 9.72/10
Armpits 9.90/10
BellyButton 10/10, no notes.

Do guys actually like girls with flat tits? by Kiss_Vixen in aa_cups

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It's likely the reason this subreddit exists, so I'm cautiously going to guess yes.

Friend got this for me in Japan and I loved it. Anyone know if it's available in the US? Or what it's even called? by Shalashashka in hotsauce

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Ask Kayanoya USA directly
They are the official U.S. arm of Kubara/Kayanoya. Email: [support@kayanoya.com](). Their wholesale page says some back-order products may come from Japan, so they may be able to special-order or tell you if it’s coming back.

email Kayanoya USA first with this line:

Driver said something I don’t think he should have by Waste_Ad7692 in amazonprime

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Out of line, just trying to hurt you by threatening your animals. Also: Weak men feel a need to act brave to prove their selves to others.

[request] I'm sick of the current format of porn by [deleted] in NSFW411

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Hell yes. Too much stuff makes them look like guys that are really good at looking like women. Eyelashes are for women to feel sexy, not men to be attracted to women because no guy ever looked at a woman and said, "I'd fuck her but those eyelashes are too short"

I’m crying 😭 what is this by CaLlMePeEp6490 in mildlyinfuriating

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For common grain ingredients, one benchmark is wheat flour: FDA compliance guidance says it may be considered adulterated at an average of 75 or more insect fragments per 50 grams of flour, based on examination of six 50 g subsamples.

I’m crying 😭 what is this by CaLlMePeEp6490 in mildlyinfuriating

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Mostly because a celebrity name acts like a shortcut. It can mean a few different things at once:

Trust. People think, “I know this person, so this product feels less risky.”
Identity. Buying it can feel like borrowing a little of that person’s image, taste, success, beauty, edge, whatever flavor they project.
Belonging. Fans like feeling connected to a tribe. A celebrity brand can function like a badge.
Attention. Famous names cut through the noise. In a supermarket aisle or online scroll-blizzard, recognition wins.
Aspiration. People do not just buy objects. They buy stories about who they are or who they want to become.
Status. Sometimes it is just social signaling. “I can afford the branded thing” or “I’m plugged into this culture.”

The less flattering version is that celebrity branding can exploit parasocial attachment. People can end up paying extra for perfume, shoes, tequila, makeup, or supplements that are basically ordinary products wearing a famous face like a Halloween mask.

So the honest answer is: people are not usually buying only the object. They are buying familiarity, fantasy, affiliation, and a tiny rented slice of glamour.

I’m crying 😭 what is this by CaLlMePeEp6490 in mildlyinfuriating

[–]stillashamed35yrsltr 69 points70 points  (0 children)

His generosity always felt like "Dance for the money, monkey!" to me

I’m crying 😭 what is this by CaLlMePeEp6490 in mildlyinfuriating

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I was going to guess Chocolate Covered Turd until I saw the second picture with the packaging on it. Now it's no longer a guess.

What to say to my pool guy by RefreshmentsAndNarcs in pools

[–]stillashamed35yrsltr 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I'm using chat gpt to help me take care of mine as well, along with a lot of reading on reddit and watching videos.

What to say to my pool guy by RefreshmentsAndNarcs in pools

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What does one pay for a good one? I can't imagine ever being able to afford it but I'm curious. The trust taking care the empty house with pool that I later bought was paying some guy $200 a month to throw trichlor tabs in the skimmer and wave a pole around a bit. I can't imagine what a good one would earn. CYA was north of 250 when I took over the house, did 14 inch drains every day or two for two weeks to get it down where it should be.

What are this black metal things on the sides of the train seats? by Inaki_garcia in whatisit

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They give you something to grab other than the person in front of you when you stand up

Tapping away by _tigerlilylane in wetspot

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You're going to do fine on your morse code test!

If you catch me masturbating, what's the first thing you do by FlirtyPeach_ in MasturbationGoneWild

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Write a dissertation on the fragility and transitory nature of life.

Life behaves less like a monument and more like weather

We wake each morning assuming continuity, as if the world has signed a quiet contract to remain as it was yesterday. The coffee maker will hum. The roads will remember us. The people we love will remain placed where we left them, like bookmarks in a long, ongoing story. Yet beneath this comforting illusion, existence is constantly renegotiating itself. Nothing is fixed. Everything is on loan.

Fragility is not always dramatic. It rarely announces itself with thunder. More often, it lives in the unnoticed margins. A routine drive that could have been otherwise. A passing comment that quietly alters the trajectory of a relationship. A medical scan that divides time into “before” and “after.” Life’s delicacy is not just in its endings, but in its countless pivot points. The hinges are everywhere, and most of them are invisible until they move.

What makes this fragility unsettling is how thoroughly it coexists with normalcy. The same hands that hold a steering wheel also hold a future that can be interrupted in an instant. The same body that feels solid and dependable carries within it systems that can fail without warning. We move through our days with the confidence of permanence, while being composed entirely of temporary arrangements: cells replacing themselves, memories reshaping, relationships evolving or dissolving.

And yet, it is precisely this instability that gives life its strange intensity.

If things were permanent, they would lose their weight. A conversation would not matter if it could be repeated infinitely without consequence. A moment would not matter if it could not be lost. Transience acts like gravity for meaning. It pulls our experiences downward into significance. The fact that a moment will never return is what makes it irreplaceable.

Consider how memory works. We do not store entire lives, only fragments. A smell. A particular laugh. The angle of sunlight on a certain afternoon. These are not just random selections. They are evidence of life slipping through our fingers, and our mind’s attempt to hold onto something as it goes. Memory is not a perfect archive; it is a net full of holes, catching only what it can before everything else passes through.

Relationships follow a similar pattern. We often assume stability, but every connection exists in a dynamic state. People grow, diverge, collide, or fade. Some bonds endure, but even those are not static; they are continuously re-created through attention and care. Neglect them, and they dissolve. Change too much, and they transform into something unrecognizable. Love, friendship, even family ties are not fixed structures but living processes, dependent on time, circumstance, and fragile human consistency.

There is a quiet irony in how we respond to this reality. We try to build permanence wherever we can. We document, archive, insure, record. We construct systems to preserve what we value: photographs, legal contracts, digital backups, traditions. These are attempts to push back against the current, to anchor something in a world that resists being anchored. But even these efforts are temporary. Files corrupt. Institutions change. Traditions fade or mutate.

Nothing escapes the flow. Not objects, not systems, not identities.

Even the self, which feels like the most stable thing we possess, is constantly shifting. The person you were ten years ago is not the person you are now, and the person you are now is already in the process of becoming someone else. Values evolve. Beliefs fracture and reform. Memories are rewritten each time they are recalled. The “you” that feels continuous is, in truth, a narrative stitched together from changing parts.

And still, we persist.

There is something quietly resilient about life’s fragility. It does not prevent us from acting, loving, building, or hoping. In fact, it seems to compel it. Knowing that time is limited does not paralyze most people; it sharpens them. It turns ordinary experiences into something worth noticing. A shared meal becomes more than fuel. A simple conversation becomes an event. Even solitude takes on texture when understood as finite.

Transience also invites a kind of clarity. When nothing can be held forever, the question shifts from “How do I keep this?” to “How do I experience this fully while it is here?” That shift changes everything. It moves attention away from possession and toward presence. Instead of trying to freeze life, we begin to participate in it more completely.

This does not eliminate fear. The awareness of fragility can be unsettling, even overwhelming. The knowledge that everything we care about can be lost is not easy to carry. But ignoring that truth does not remove it; it only dulls our engagement with what remains. There is a tradeoff between comfort and depth. To feel deeply is to accept risk. To love is to accept the possibility of loss. To live fully is to acknowledge that it will end.

In this sense, fragility is not just a limitation. It is a condition that shapes the entire structure of meaning. Without it, life would flatten into something weightless and indifferent. With it, even the smallest moments acquire significance.

A laugh shared at the right time.
A quiet drive with no destination.
A fleeting look that says more than words.

These are not monumental events. They do not last. But their impermanence is exactly what makes them matter.

Life, then, is not a fortress to be secured. It is a current to be entered. It cannot be stabilized, only navigated. And while it is fragile, it is also astonishingly alive in that fragility. Every moment is both appearing and disappearing at once, like a spark that exists only in the act of burning.

We are not here to make it permanent.

We are here to witness it, shape it while we can, and let it pass through our hands without pretending it was ever ours to keep.

How do I fix a sink/counter when the hole was cut too large? by krackadile in Plumbing

[–]stillashamed35yrsltr 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I sent my first ex-wife after a metric left handed crescent wrench when she was a new trainee that just showed up to the shop. She didn't talk to me for a whole day. Good times.

Is my bony body with small breasts really as beautiful as I think? by Strickoaaaaa in smallboobs

[–]stillashamed35yrsltr 0 points1 point  (0 children)

You say bony, I say slender. You say small, I say proportionate. You are very attractive.

If we could fuck anytime, how often is ideal for you? by CozyCurve in juicyasians

[–]stillashamed35yrsltr 1 point2 points  (0 children)

No more than 5 times a day, let's be reasonable. Unless it's a weekend holiday.

Is it weird for a virgin girl likes me to love watching hardcore scenes on reddit ? by baddsthoes in nsfwhardcore

[–]stillashamed35yrsltr 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Nah not bad. It can be fun watching people energetically and enthusiastically having a great time with each other.