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svyatozhuk
𖦏nswp88𖦏 :
типо Феликс как кошка или собака, Найс родители назвалт
2025-11-26 05:25:28
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xaxacavsh
XaXaXaxocuhg :
С первого курса не отчисляют,сессии то нету зимней как
2025-11-26 05:46:58
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hopyl23
Foggy :
какой курс был?
2025-11-25 10:24:53
76
red_zhan21
Rada :
Вчера кураторша позвонила моей матери и марафон прогулов подошел к концу
2025-11-26 06:21:22
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gigamen89
xxtendo :
база айфонов на 47 % энергосбережение ставят
2025-11-26 10:34:55
325
vitaliyrenn
VitaliyRenn :
Придти
2025-11-26 15:31:49
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bonesxes
rim :
люди, вы серьезно никогда не слышали про имя Феликс ? реакция как у детей
2025-11-26 08:15:50
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zoyeeeeeee1
Zoyeeeeeee :
Меня больше всего смущают люди, которые никогда в своей жизни не слышали имя Феликс. Да, это не кличка кота, а имя. У вас имя Вася тоже кличка для кота!?
2025-11-26 15:38:57
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qt1zx
lll :
Матэо, вы отчислены
2025-11-26 03:12:35
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saddo1793
saddö :
вот у нас историк феликс АЛЕКСАНДРОВИЧ. как сильно надо не любить ребенка чтобы назвать его в честь кошачьего корма
2025-11-27 14:37:06
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an_gote
An_Got'e :
И мои одногруппники, прогуливая почти все с первого курса, УЖЕ 4 ОНИ НЕ ВЫЛЕТЕЛИ Люблю свой уник.
2025-11-27 10:56:50
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pypirka95rr
...z :
какая фамилия и отчество должны быть чтоб с именем феликс звучать
2025-11-27 05:04:46
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itsmogilshik
Eto_Mogila? :
Я опоздаю
2025-11-27 07:51:17
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ners622
ners :
ребят а если я платно учусь но частенько пропускаю и так себе учусь как думаете отчислять после зимней сессии я первый курс
2025-11-26 15:38:16
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mer3005310042581
mer3005310042581 :
я в итоге даже за дипломом не пришла, уже 3 год лежит 😂
2025-11-25 18:19:50
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based4320000
Basedᛗᚨᚲᛊᛁᛗ4320000 :
Феликс Дзержинский
2025-11-26 15:08:29
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praxxx63
Sirius :
у нас наоборот никого не отчисляют даже тех кто не ходит чтобы рейтинг шараги не портить
2025-11-25 17:33:44
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dyxfam9q0zbh7
Skarlet_Lupin[KORBN] :
Зря они так, революционеры такого не прощают
2025-11-26 10:21:53
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user95938416374708
user95938416374708 :
«придти»😅😅😅😅😂😂
2025-11-27 16:12:04
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dobbriyy
dobbriyy :
Скажите пожалуйста у меня приватный аккаунт?
2025-11-25 23:50:49
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peterparker2106
💙ШКОДНИЦЫ💙 :
что это?🥺
2025-11-26 08:48:00
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axely974
alex_family444 :
То что светит мне походу уже в декабре (я на втором курсе, у нас скоро зимняя сессия, а сейчас практика)
2025-11-27 16:31:56
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dmitru201
$ :
феликс
2025-11-26 08:00:35
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zirnichmotya
Биссмилятор :
Ты забыл учесть. Что Кента ты переименовал в куратора, но аватарку не сменил
2025-11-26 11:47:23
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mcv_ertc
mcv_ertc :
Не приеду заболел
2025-11-27 15:23:16
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“Love in a Bottle” is a gritty, bittersweet torch song sung from Husk’s weary soul—half confession, half drunken monologue. The track opens with the soft crackle of an old radio, as if the music is being played in some forgotten corner of a smoky bar. A lazy jazz piano drifts in, off-key but full of heart, accompanied by the distant clink of empty glasses. Husk’s voice enters low and rough, the kind of voice worn down by years of disappointment and cheap liquor. The song feels like a diary entry he never meant anyone to hear. He sings about chasing comfort at the bottom of a bottle, pouring out his frustration at how every attempt at love has slipped through his claws. Each verse paints a picture of a man who keeps pretending he’s too cynical to care, even though the cracks show whenever he’s alone. The lyrics circle around the idea that Husk once believed in love—really believed—but too many heartbreaks turned that belief into something he can only numb. He describes love as a “ghost that still pays rent,” haunting him every time he tries to drown it out. Yet, there’s a trembling honesty underneath his sarcasm. He admits that he isn’t drinking just to forget; part of him is drinking to remember the moments when love actually felt real. By the chorus, the music swells into a jazzy, melancholic rhythm. Brass instruments join in, echoing like memories he can’t shake. Husk’s voice grows louder, but never clean—each note is frayed like he’s fighting himself with every word. He sings about holding onto love the same way he holds a bottle: tightly, desperately, knowing it probably isn’t good for him but unable to let go. The bridge of the song is softer. The piano slows, the drums fade, and his voice becomes almost vulnerable. He confesses that maybe the bottle isn’t where love is stored—but rather where he hides from it. It’s the most honest moment he’s allowed himself in ages. The final chorus rises again, this time more resigned than emotional. The instruments echo as if filling an empty room. Husk doesn’t sing like someone who expects a happy ending. He sings like someone who understands that love is messy, painful, and out of his reach… but still worth singing about. The song ends with the clatter of a glass being set down and a quiet sigh, leaving the listener unsure if Husk is finally ready to try again—or if he’s already pouring another drink.#fypシ゚viral #hazbinhotel #music #husk #prime
“Love in a Bottle” is a gritty, bittersweet torch song sung from Husk’s weary soul—half confession, half drunken monologue. The track opens with the soft crackle of an old radio, as if the music is being played in some forgotten corner of a smoky bar. A lazy jazz piano drifts in, off-key but full of heart, accompanied by the distant clink of empty glasses. Husk’s voice enters low and rough, the kind of voice worn down by years of disappointment and cheap liquor. The song feels like a diary entry he never meant anyone to hear. He sings about chasing comfort at the bottom of a bottle, pouring out his frustration at how every attempt at love has slipped through his claws. Each verse paints a picture of a man who keeps pretending he’s too cynical to care, even though the cracks show whenever he’s alone. The lyrics circle around the idea that Husk once believed in love—really believed—but too many heartbreaks turned that belief into something he can only numb. He describes love as a “ghost that still pays rent,” haunting him every time he tries to drown it out. Yet, there’s a trembling honesty underneath his sarcasm. He admits that he isn’t drinking just to forget; part of him is drinking to remember the moments when love actually felt real. By the chorus, the music swells into a jazzy, melancholic rhythm. Brass instruments join in, echoing like memories he can’t shake. Husk’s voice grows louder, but never clean—each note is frayed like he’s fighting himself with every word. He sings about holding onto love the same way he holds a bottle: tightly, desperately, knowing it probably isn’t good for him but unable to let go. The bridge of the song is softer. The piano slows, the drums fade, and his voice becomes almost vulnerable. He confesses that maybe the bottle isn’t where love is stored—but rather where he hides from it. It’s the most honest moment he’s allowed himself in ages. The final chorus rises again, this time more resigned than emotional. The instruments echo as if filling an empty room. Husk doesn’t sing like someone who expects a happy ending. He sings like someone who understands that love is messy, painful, and out of his reach… but still worth singing about. The song ends with the clatter of a glass being set down and a quiet sigh, leaving the listener unsure if Husk is finally ready to try again—or if he’s already pouring another drink.#fypシ゚viral #hazbinhotel #music #husk #prime

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