This literally saved my ass a few minutes ago. Yes, you can recover those files that you accidentally closed and thought you couldnt get back.
Right after that happens, open Microsoft Word again and click File - Info - Manage Versions - Recover Unsaved Documents.
It is literally that simple.
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How to feel better and become better by me (via farfromnewyork)
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1- Wait for the biggest sale seasons to hit the market:
- July is the biggest sale month of the spring season. Summer merchandise hits shops in April.
- January is the biggest sale month of the fall season. Winter merchandise makes its way into stores in October.
2-Look for promo codes, retailmenot.com usually has a great compilation of coupons to use in store and online.
3- Buy from department stores rather than the brand usually gets you better offers & even return policies.
4- Buy online. Yes, online discounts are usually better than in-store discounts, especially that you get the flexibility on comparing prices of items from different stores.
5- Buy on Thursdays & as early as possible. Good deals will sell out fast.
6- Try on clothes when they’re at full price, you’ll have an idea about what you really like. If you end up liking it, you will know exactly what to grab when the sale is on. Especially if it’s a final sale, it will save you tons of time.
We’re the founders of Glanse an we love shopping on sale, to make it easier, we’ve built an iPhone app that gets clothes on sale from 1,500 brands into one destination, you can filter by your size, your preferred category and other filers. Get it here http://Glan.se/iOS & make sure to review us (That will help our app store ranking)
we were outside and the street was wet and the sign was flickering. i wanted to be barefoot but knew it would be weird so instead i just sort of hovered around you while you smoked and the awnings dripped. it was dark here, the blue darkness of a night that you’re not supposed to be out in, a night that refuses you. not a warm one but our knees were uncovered.
you play with your lighter. we stand under the lamppost. in three months we’ll be going different places as fast as our legs can take us. right now, the summer is too young to have a name. so we stand there. i’m in love with you and i have been since middle school math class.
“doesn’t it bother you,” you ask, and the neon sign flickers, “that your dad says shit like that?”
i put my back against the wet lamppost. you play with your lighter. “does anybody feel good about their dad?” i ask.
you snort. then we’re silent.
once when i was twelve my father threw a plate on the ground and later when he retold the story, he said that i had done it. or that i’d made him. i don’t remember exactly how he lied about it, only that he did, and that it was the moment i’d sort of recognized that he was 50 percent of me as a person and that was fucking terrifying.
the neon sign flickers. you play with the lighter and pass it over your fingertips. and then you say, “there’s a thin layer of molecules that stops me from being burned by this.”
okay. i watch you do it, even though i know i should be stopping you about it. it’s not the kind of night for stopping things. it’s the kind of night when we’re both the bad kind of quiet.
you unfold your free palm and hold it inches above the flame. “the further i get, the less it hurts,” you say.
you don’t look up. you put your lighter in your pocket. we walk in the mist which is the resting state of rain. i feel like we’re too close to an emotion to speak of it, but i know what you’re saying.
“don’t grow a molecule coat too thick you can’t feel warmth,” i say. “don’t go too far away.”
you snort again. “too late.”
i look up. i can’t see the moon. i think of your lighter and the hand i want to hold and how both of us are running before the cement in the ground can take us. i think of how we are both playing with any lighter we find, balancing between the thin layer of dna and personality, of destiny and fate.
“it’s okay,” i say, “who needs fathers anyway.”
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i just heard someone out in the hallway go “omae wa mo shinderu” and then someone screamed “NO!!!” and there was a loud smack
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