Lord, I feel like a fraud. I talk about you, I post about you. I tell people to trust you. But I myself fail at the very things I preach to others. I say I'm okay but I'm numb. I tell others you are enough while I chase approval, attention, comfort, sin. I lift my hands in worship and then fall to the same temptations in private. I hate this gap between who I pretend to be and who I really am. I am tired of performance. I am tired of double minded living the jealousy, the pride, the lust, the lies, the secret habits I defend instead of surrender. I don't want a staged faith anymore. I want a clean heart. Search me God. Expose what I hide. Tear down every false image I protect. Make me the same person in the dark that I am in the light. Let my love for you be deeper than my love for my image. Teach me to repent quickly, not pretend longer. I am not enough on my own, but you are. Change me from the inside out. Make my life honest, holy and yours. Amen.

You already declared yourself an enemy to Whites. This is why I loathe people like you. You're cowardly. I'm Comanche. When the Whites entered our hunting territory and tried to settle it, we fought them and drove them back for almost a century. We warred with them. There was no posing as a friend, or impersonating a White person and trying to undermine them from within. We fought them openly, in the way of men. Then, when the White won, we had peace, and that was the end of it. Your kind cannot do that. You lie and lie and lie and cheat and lie and one day you're angry and you declare war and then the next you mewl and cry like a woman that you're not being included in the category that you just declared emnity for. I laugh at you. I scorn you. I declare you weaker than a woman. You bring shame upon all those of your blood and your name I will not say aloud without spitting.

Can I get a roll call for PAX West 👀 Who is going? Who likes beer? Who likes Atari?

Why are there balloons on my page?

That ChatGPT subscription is coming in clutch.

First B2B XGames Gold Medalists First B2B World Champions First B2B EWC Champions. OpTic is truly the greatest organization in COD History and its not even close

Jesus Christ is my lord and savior.

Who????

I’m afraid @spammantha has got me itching for @playriftbound cards.

Unfortunately shes doomed but im glad she sent that sick fuck to the shadow realm.

We're not chasing three. #CDLChamps2026

Isn’t this considered a monopoly now???

Dashy is the oldest player in the league and just got Finals MVP vs Scrappy. The best AR in the game. Nuff said. 🤫🏆

lol @x2Pac_ThuGLorD gonna wake up pissedddddd

Disgusting vile piece of shit.

Unpopular fact: Landlords should not be able to increase rent unless they’re upgrading the apartment.

Am I crazy for thinking I’d rather my tax dollars be spent on this rather than non us citizens getting millions of dollars from scamming us with fake daycares?

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving. Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free. I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these." "They just come with the table, man." They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner. This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat. I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared. "Did we…?" "Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless." Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined. My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude." Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man. I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy. Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived. I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most. Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.

Replay shows Donovan Mitchell got all ball. Richard Jefferson: “That’s as clean as my bald head.”

I fully expect Kenny to be fired on the spot as soon as our season ends. What the fuck was that