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jackal|25905
Lately, however it is losing some of its authenticity. There has been a sudden increase in the number of posts where the account owner is working on behalf of some brand or the other. While this has been going on for a while, there seems to have been a sudden increase in the number of posts such as these. Harpers Bazaar points out that by some est
imates (but unconfirmed) brands are spending more than a $1 billion per year on sponsored Instagram posts. According to Harpers, a fashion blogger with over 900,000 can command anywhere between $5,000 to $15,000 per Instagram post. (Here is an exampleof their sponsored fashion content.)
The travel bloggers might not command as much money but the trend of getting sponsored and taking photos and sharing them with your followers is gaining a lot of momentum. I follow about 525 people and in the past such sponsored posts  where the brands account and hashtags that are tag-advertising  were few and far between. It wasnt something t
StaatsOne
yep
PrimeFiveByFive
Rocket League?
StaatsOne
rocket league is awesome
PSN name: staatsone
jackal|27629
Rocket League is free
A7
Wow, this mic is bad.
vacuousmermaid
Woshige losing was incredible haha
jackal|27629
bearable
SimonWest
Konami and even more throwing toys at the pram - and no more kojima studios
StaatsOne
207,000 viewers
A7
ESports has to be out rating MLB, right?
kenjisalk
shes a hardcore SF fan
jackal|40608
The Paris I love
The Paris I love is the one I have all for myself  when everyone is asleep, comfortable in their beds. I dont know where I am going. I dont want to know where I am going and why  I want my feet and my mind to wander. To see what happens!
I went for a long walk one morning  almost seven miles. I stopped. I started. I walked. I ambled. I took a few photos. Mostly I was happy to be alone. It was so quiet  no people, no tourists, no cafes. Absolutely nothing but the sounds of a city yawning and waking up. I could hear the flutter of a pigeons wing as it took flight. I could hear the
raven with a sore throat.
The lapping of the gentle waves of the Seine entered my senses  I could hear them as well as I could see them. I could hear myself breathe. It was all loud and as clear as the ringtone of an iPhone ringing in one of the apartments hidden behind the slats covering windows and a million stories behind them.
The cool air of the morning, long before it turns into a day full of heat and dust. I started in Place Des Vosges, the iconic square in Le Marais and walked to Ile St. Louis. I saw an early morning fashion shoot. I took a photo or two and then ambled all the way across. I got lost in the Latin Quarter. I ended up roaming more of Paris I hadnt seen
.
dancinginthestreets-1002770
I came across two young girls listening to reggae music and dancing in the plaza across from a church. I couldnt tell if they were still waiting to go home from the clubs or if this was what they did early in the morning. I paused for a minute  watch them being careless and carefree  trying to remember the times when such abandon was still somet
hing I wore on my sleeve.
It was a scene I would remember for a long time  not because it was a great photo, but it was a moment to remember. I took a few photos  they didnt really capture what the mind saw. I shuffled, sweaty, with my feet hurting after all the walking. I saw the Polytechnique and the university. I walked through some neighborhoods where homeless slept
with abandon, as some workers made their way out of the apartments. Going to work perhaps
Paris2015-1002784
Somethere on the Left Bank a farmers market slowly started to take shape. I see all the fruit and vegetable vendors set up their stalls. In the light of the morning you can see all the colors of Paris its history, its present and perhaps its uncomfortable future.
kenjisalk
She mains Cammy, shes that into SF
stedman
nah, MLB is doing really well
A7
Greatest mom ever.
jackal|40608
The Paris I love
The Paris I love is the one I have all for myself  when everyone is asleep, comfortable in their beds. I dont know where I am going. I dont want to know where I am going and why  I want my feet and my mind to wander. To see what happens!
I went for a long walk one morning  almost seven miles. I stopped. I started. I walked. I ambled. I took a few photos. Mostly I was happy to be alone. It was so quiet  no people, no tourists, no cafes. Absolutely nothing but the sounds of a city yawning and waking up. I could hear the flutter of a pigeons wing as it took flight. I could hear the
raven with a sore throat.
The lapping of the gentle waves of the Seine entered my senses  I could hear them as well as I could see them. I could hear myself breathe. It was all loud and as clear as the ringtone of an iPhone ringing in one of the apartments hidden behind the slats covering windows and a million stories behind them.
The cool air of the morning, long before it turns into a day full of heat and dust. I started in Place Des Vosges, the iconic square in Le Marais and walked to Ile St. Louis. I saw an early morning fashion shoot. I took a photo or two and then ambled all the way across. I got lost in the Latin Quarter. I ended up roaming more of Paris I hadnt seen
.
dancinginthestreets-1002770
I came across two young girls listening to reggae music and dancing in the plaza across from a church. I couldnt tell if they were still waiting to go home from the clubs or if this was what they did early in the morning. I paused for a minute  watch them being careless and carefree  trying to remember the times when such abandon was still somet
hing I wore on my sleeve.
It was a scene I would remember for a long time  not because it was a great photo, but it was a moment to remember. I took a few photos  they didnt really capture what the mind saw. I shuffled, sweaty, with my feet hurting after all the walking. I saw the Polytechnique and the university. I walked through some neighborhoods where homeless slept
with abandon, as some workers made their way out of the apartments. Going to work perhaps
Paris2015-1002784
Somethere on the Left Bank a farmers market slowly started to take shape. I see all the fruit and vegetable vendors set up their stalls. In the light of the morning you can see all the colors of Paris its history, its present and perhaps its uncomfortable future.
StaatsOne
I would let her beat me any day
A7
LOL
jackal|40608
The Paris I love
The Paris I love is the one I have all for myself  when everyone is asleep, comfortable in their beds. I dont know where I am going. I dont want to know where I am going and why  I want my feet and my mind to wander. To see what happens!
I went for a long walk one morning  almost seven miles. I stopped. I started. I walked. I ambled. I took a few photos. Mostly I was happy to be alone. It was so quiet  no people, no tourists, no cafes. Absolutely nothing but the sounds of a city yawning and waking up. I could hear the flutter of a pigeons wing as it took flight. I could hear the
raven with a sore throat.
The lapping of the gentle waves of the Seine entered my senses  I could hear them as well as I could see them. I could hear myself breathe. It was all loud and as clear as the ringtone of an iPhone ringing in one of the apartments hidden behind the slats covering windows and a million stories behind them.
The cool air of the morning, long before it turns into a day full of heat and dust. I started in Place Des Vosges, the iconic square in Le Marais and walked to Ile St. Louis. I saw an early morning fashion shoot. I took a photo or two and then ambled all the way across. I got lost in the Latin Quarter. I ended up roaming more of Paris I hadnt seen
kenjisalk
ITS STREET FIGHTER
jackal|40608
.
dancinginthestreets-1002770
kenjisalk
its all that Activia
jackal|26632
The Paris I love
The Paris I love is the one I have all for myself  when everyone is asleep, comfortable in their beds. I dont know where I am going. I dont want to know where I am going and why  I want my feet and my mind to wander. To see what happens!
I went for a long walk one morning  almost seven miles. I stopped. I started. I walked. I ambled. I took a few photos. Mostly I was happy to be alone. It was so quiet  no people, no tourists, no cafes. Absolutely nothing but the sounds of a city yawning and waking up. I could hear the flutter of a pigeons wing as it took flight. I could hear the
raven with a sore throat.
The lapping of the gentle waves of the Seine entered my senses  I could hear them as well as I could see them. I could hear myself breathe. It was all loud and as clear as the ringtone of an iPhone ringing in one of the apartments hidden behind the slats covering windows and a million stories behind them.
The cool air of the morning, long before it turns into a day full of heat and dust. I started in Place Des Vosges, the iconic square in Le Marais and walked to Ile St. Louis. I saw an early morning fashion shoot. I took a photo or two and then ambled all the way across. I got lost in the Latin Quarter. I ended up roaming more of Paris I hadnt seen
.
dancinginthestreets-1002770
I came across two young girls listening to reggae music and dancing in the plaza across from a church. I couldnt tell if they were still waiting to go home from the clubs or if this was what they did early in the morning. I paused for a minute  watch them being careless and carefree  trying to remember the times when such abandon was still somet
hing I wore on my sleeve.
It was a scene I would remember for a long time  not because it was a great photo, but it was a moment to remember. I took a few photos  they didnt really capture what the mind saw. I shuffled, sweaty, with my feet hurting after all the walking. I saw the Polytechnique and the university. I walked through some neighborhoods where homeless slept
with abandon, as some workers made their way out of the apartments. Going to work perhaps
Paris2015-1002784
A7
What?
SimonWest
You were playing hots........i iz shocked
Astalon
Should everyone in the chat change their name to Jeff?
jackal|46857
The Paris I love
The Paris I love is the one I have all for myself  when everyone is asleep, comfortable in their beds. I dont know where I am going. I dont want to know where I am going and why  I want my feet and my mind to wander. To see what happens!
I went for a long walk one morning  almost seven miles. I stopped. I started. I walked. I ambled. I took a few photos. Mostly I was happy to be alone. It was so quiet  no people, no tourists, no cafes. Absolutely nothing but the sounds of a city yawning and waking up. I could hear the flutter of a pigeons wing as it took flight. I could hear the
raven with a sore throat.
The lapping of the gentle waves of the Seine entered my senses  I could hear them as well as I could see them. I could hear myself breathe. It was all loud and as clear as the ringtone of an iPhone ringing in one of the apartments hidden behind the slats covering windows and a million stories behind them.
The cool air of the morning, long before it turns into a day full of heat and dust. I started in Place Des Vosges, the iconic square in Le Marais and walked to Ile St. Louis. I saw an early morning fashion shoot. I took a photo or two and then ambled all the way across. I got lost in the Latin Quarter. I ended up roaming more of Paris I hadnt seen
.
dancinginthestreets-1002770
I came across two young girls listening to reggae music and dancing in the plaza across from a church. I couldnt tell if they were still waiting to go home from the clubs or if this was what they did early in the morning. I paused for a minute  watch them being careless and carefree  trying to remember the times when such abandon was still somet
hing I wore on my sleeve.
It was a scene I would remember for a long time  not because it was a great photo, but it was a moment to remember. I took a few photos  they didnt really capture what the mind saw. I shuffled, sweaty, with my feet hurting after all the walking. I saw the Polytechnique and the university. I walked through some neighborhoods where homeless slept
with abandon, as some workers made their way out of the apartments. Going to work perhaps
Paris2015-1002784
Somethere on the Left Bank a farmers market slowly started to take shape. I see all the fruit and vegetable vendors set up their stalls. In the light of the morning you can see all the colors of Paris its history, its present and perhaps its uncomfortable future.
Jeffool
... I'm naturally a Jeff. Jeffs ftw.
StaatsOne
xbox?
jackal|27629
not PS4
jackal|10396
Ba ba boo ey
Mah mah mon key
ta ta too thy
ra ra re tard
ba ba booey! ba ba booey!
fa fa fo hi
SimonWest
Ah a few stories about esport injuries causing career ending injuries
StaatsOne
leon lett
jackal|31005
Ba ba boo ey
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