“I want to be the man you run to…”
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Fender’s first wireless headphones have a replaceable battery
Fender Audio, the consumer electronics brand owned by the famous guitar maker, has announced its first pair of wireless headphones at CES 2026. What sets the Mix headphones apart from the competition are impressive battery life, a modular design that allows the ear cups and headband to be swapped to alternate colors, and a focus on longevity with a battery that’s easy to access and swap.
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Fender’s first wireless headphones have a replaceable battery
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i amount to nothing, and in the end, im just a piece of scum on earth. maybe some people would cared if i died, but in 10 years i would just end up being forgotten again.
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Às vezes o tempo não passa rápido, como muitos dizem, as vezes ele passa normalmente, mas você não percebe ele.
helou, eu estava pensando em uma peça que participei em que eu era o tempo de uma pessoa, e minha professora tinha mandado cada um criar uma vida para o personagem que interpretavam e como ele se sentiria. Esse trecho foi algo que imaginei para meu personagem não importante, mas de alguma forma importante:)
Ando me sentindo extremamente substituível recentemente, tipo, no teatro meus personagens não tem tanto foco quanto os de outros, o que é bom em termos de falas para decorar, mas sempre me sinto como se eu sumisse de lá — nada ia mudar — quando, se outra atriz saísse, teria que mudar ou adaptar a história toda por ela. O sentimento parece bobo quando eu escrevo isso agora, mas antes, eu me sentia como se estivesse me afogando nesse sentimento de ser descartável, ser desinteressante e fazendo pessoas sentirem pena de mim por causa de um pensamento negativo que tive e acabou transparecendo em forma de choro.
Não consegui explicar tudo que realmente estou sentindo recentemente de forma não confusa, peço desculpas por isso caso alguém acabe encontrando este posto e não entenda nada do que escrevi.
Com substitualidade,
Elfis
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Always remember: You can’t get replaced if you weren’t chosen in the first place
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I just need to feel needed. I’m completely replaceable, and knowing that hurts.
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In the long term, it appeared exceptionally difficult to alter the past except through massive intervention. If any individual was not born, for example, they seemed to be replaced by someone similar.
Iain Pears, from Arcadia
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It is the fear of being forgotten and replaced. It’s the fear of being left behind. It’s wanting and at the same time not wanting to introduce two people you like. It is wanting that one person only to yourself, at least in that way. It is knowing you are wrong but not knowing how to change it. It is love in a more primitive way. It is jealously.
-Gabriela Souza doesn’t like being jealous.
4th of September of 2017
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Your job will replace you before your body is in the ground - prioritize your loved ones, because you are irreplaceable in their hearts.
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People are beyond disappointing. Atleast I have myself, whatever that’s worth. I honestly think my cat was the only one who will ever understand me/ actually care in this life. I’m getting to the point I don’t think anyone actually wants to talk to me for the sake of talking to me. Most the time, I feel like people are talking at me or through me. No one’s listening/reading so I don’t know why I continue to talk/type. I’m starting to feel like an annoyance again.
I wish I wasn’t so easily replaced but I’m not that much of a person now. I can’t be anymore than what I am. I’m tired of complaining about my medical issues and I’m sure everyone’s tired of hearing me. Haha I really did like answering questions because I thought I was making a positive difference. People don’t really ask anymore either. I don’t know what else to say because I guess it doesn’t really matter. I feel smaller and smaller everyday, eventually no one will even notice I’m not there. I hope I made my positive mark, I don’t think there’s much left I can actually do❣️
Hugs 🤗
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A New Year, A Familiar Ache
After writing my last post, I thought I had made peace with my decision. Yet, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get him out of my mind. I knew walking away was the right thing to do, but my heart was heavy with what could have been. Then, on the first day of the year, something unexpected happened….guess what!! he texted me. I was caught off guard, unsure how to respond. He asked if I could meet him, just for a short while during my office break. I wasn’t ready, but my heart overruled my mind. Against my better judgment, I agreed. We met for lunch. He was polite, kind, and thoughtful, just as I remembered. He said our last meeting felt unfinished, and he wanted the chance to talk again. We shared lunch, walked for a while, had tea, and discussed everything from life’s uncertainties to our hopes for the future.
In those moments, we realized how much we aligned in our desires for a relationship and what we expected from a partner. He even admitted that I checked every box on his list of expectations. What followed was two nights of deep, unfiltered conversation. We talked without restraint, without thinking about what the future might hold. It felt surreal….like we were creating a bubble of understanding and connection, even as reality loomed outside. But as our conversations grew deeper, so did my fears. I started to feel myself getting attached, knowing this might only end in another fleeting connection. The thought was unbearable. I didn’t want another short-lived chapter in my life. I craved permanence, a love that wouldn’t dissolve with time or circumstance. So with a heavy heart, I told him. I confessed that I couldn’t entertain anything non-permanent. As painful as it was, we ended things after three days.
What followed was a spiral of emotions. My mind became a battlefield of questions and doubts. Why is Allah testing me like this? Why would He bring someone into my life only to take them away? If he wasn’t meant to stay, why did he show interest? I couldn’t stop wondering am I so flawed that no one is willing to fight for me? Am I so replaceable that I’m always the one left behind? And then there’s the lingering thought that stings the most: someone else might have him in her life while I’m left with nothing but memories and questions.
Maybe I’m overthinking. Maybe these are just moments I’m meant to endure to reach something greater. But for now, the ache remains. My peace is shattered, and I don’t know how to rebuild it.
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“Everyone’s replaceable, I suppose.” Jura laughed out of nowhere. “I mean, that’s how it always has been, right? That’s why so many kings raise so many different children. You never know which one turns out a little crazy.”
spaizzzer, Tree of Aeons #3
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I have come to realize that friends are hard to keep. It is also hard to ignore your instincts about people when you tell yourself they could be good people but really aren’t. It’s when you find out what they really think about you and say about you behind your back. Luckily for me it’s also easy to replace people because of what I have been through in life. Yet it still hurts a little.
