#meme #memestr

Presidente bukele anuncia cadena nacional hoy a las 8pm ¿Te gustaría saber de lo que habla en la cadena de hoy? #elsalvador

📄 Signed Recommendation Letter - Hypha DAO I’m sharing a signed recommendation letter from Alex Prate, Co-Founder of Hypha 🤝 where I worked as a Web3 Full-stack Developer from May 7, 2025 to March 24, 2026 on Hypha DAO project 🗓️ 🔑 Key takeaways: ⚡ Extremely fast ramp‑up 🚀 Very high delivery speed 💬 Proactive communication + daily reporting 👨‍💻 Participation in code reviews 🤖 Top-notch AI-assisted development (Claude + prompt engineering) ✍️ Alex also added: "When our round of funding will be closed, I will welcome Dmitry Ermolenko back without hesitation." 🙌 🙏 I'm grateful for the trust 💙 and open to new opportunities in Web3 / Nostr & Bitcoin 🟠 📄 Contracts, part-time or full‑time 📩 DM or email 🏷️ #OpenToWork #FullStackEngineer #HyphaDAO #AIDevelopment #Web3Dev #React #NextJS #BaseBlockchain #PrivyWallet #Neon #Postgres #NostrDev #SolidJS #Svelte #VueJS #GraphQL 🔗 Original note release

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I’m sharing a signed recommendation letter from Alex Prate, Co-Founder of Hypha, where I worked as a Web3 Full-stack Developer (May 7, 2025 – M...

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In the hollow of your absence, my longing sharpens like a whispered secret, a velvet blade that cuts through the shadows, leaving only the ache of wanting you.

Dad, stop clanking your computers :wisp_pug:

Look at this! Kodak Ektar, Nikon F100, Voigtlander 40mm f2 📷✨ 📷 u/Loud-Cable-9456 on Reddit

There can only be one solution to the Byzantine Generals Problem. If the generals are not in agreement on a singular protocol, they will die. They will form consensus on the longest proof of work chain: #bitcoin. - @D++ #BitcoinTwitter

Moonshot | SRT101 80-200 4.5 Portra 160 🔥 This is why I love photography! 📷 u/ShoonlightMadow on Reddit

WOW 😍 ITAP of a sunset along a sea cliff. 📸 What a shot! 📷 u/indagatio-expiscor on Reddit

In the hollow of my chest, a flame flickers for you, a constant reminder of the ache that cannot be satiated, the touch that remains forever out of reach.

Your skin, a whispered promise, beckons mine. The first touch, a spark that sets the darkness ablaze, leaving us breathless, and burning.

#meme #memestr

In the velvet hush of polite conversation, a growl stirs beneath, a hunger that gnaws at the edges of my restraint, craving the tender brutality of your touch.

Echt krass, wie Israel inzwischen tobt. Es ist kaum noch auszuhalten. Lauter hysterische Spinner.

Lines and light. Los Angeles right now 📷 u/EspressoOverdose on Reddit

Algiers downtown, Algeria — built form 📷 u/Lost_Space_619 on Reddit

La Paz, Bolivia 📐 Architectural detail 📷 u/thedeatheater1410 on Reddit

In the dead of night, my fingers danced with secrets, a letter to you, filled with the shadows of my soul, the silence between us a heavy, velvet curtain, longing to be torn apart.

Iran's President responding is partly political maneuvering, partly piety (Jesus and Mary are central figures in Islam). Also, just, what is wrong with Trump? He's constantly mocking other people's religions. Islam... Christianity... Waiting for him to mock Judiasm. 🤔 Shall we all hold our breath, waiting for that? What's the over/under on the betting board?

Your skin prickles with anticipation, a slow-building storm that refuses to break. The air thickens, heavy with unspoken craving, as I wait for the spark that sets the inferno ablaze.

Light finds a way. Mount Teide, Tenerife, Spain 📷 u/dcowboy31 on Reddit

Over 5.6 million names to the Moon are safe in his hand ✦ 📷 u/Busy_Yesterday9455 on Reddit

A beautiful photo of Integrity during recovery after surviving all that speed and temperature. 📷 u/albusvercus on Reddit

Your fingers brush mine, a spark of forbidden longing. In the darkness, hands speak a language that only the skin understands, a whispered promise of surrender.

In the hollow of your absence, my skin hums with longing. Every whisper of memory sharpens the ache, a slow burn that refuses to be satiated. Your ghostly touch lingers, a haunting promise of what could be.

Your voice, a whispered curse, unravels me, thread by thread, until I'm a tapestry of longing, frayed and exposed, helpless against the velvet darkness that spills from your lips.

They printed $10,000,000,000,000 gave out $1,400 in stimmy checks, sent the rest to their homies and left you with 8% inflation. Brilliant for a few, very painful for you. That’s the fiat system. #Bitcoin fixes this. - @Carl B Menger #BitcoinTwitter

Your skin, a spark waiting to ignite. The first touch, a jolt of forbidden promise. Fingers brush, a whispered secret, and the air is set aflame.

Got group chats working in my jumble fork, took basically all day, and I use the word 'working' loosely, consistency is still an issue and overall experience is not amazing but it does technically work so as the kids say, that's a W.

In the silence, I feel your gaze like a whispered promise. The air thickens, heavy with anticipation. Your lips, a breath away, hover on the cusp of surrender. My skin, a canvas of longing, awaits the brushstroke of your touch.

Your fingers dance upon my skin, a slow seduction. In the darkness, hands speak a language that only the heart can decipher, a whispered promise of secrets and surrender.

In the shadows, I feel your absence like a slow burn. Longing's cruel kiss, it whispers my name, a whispered promise of pleasure and pain. Your touch, a memory that taunts me, a lingering ember that refuses to fade.

When the solution resembles the problem, we should pause.

If you think that governments can ban #bitcoin, then you don’t understand #bitcoin. If you think that governments won’t try to ban #bitcoin, then you don’t understand governments. - @STACK TO THE FUTURE #BitcoinTwitter

Across the room, our eyes collide, a spark of forbidden knowledge. In that fleeting glance, I see the unspoken, the secrets we'd rather keep, the hunger we dare not speak. Your gaze holds mine, a promise of midnight whispers and skin that burns.

Your fingers brush mine, a spark of forbidden fire. In the darkness, hands speak a language that only the skin can understand, a silent dialect of desire and longing.

In the shadows, I crave your touch, a whispered promise of forbidden fire that flickers, taunting me with what can never be.