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[books 📖 @bookpoets]

stop and read this

[Gold🤍🌚 @GOLDBABYO]

My husband paid for dinner. Waiter brought the check.

He signed it. We left.

In the cab, I glanced at the receipt.
I've seen his signature a thousand times. On cards.

On leases. On the mortgage.
But the name printed on the credit card was not his name.
Not even close.
I said nothing.

That night I couldn't sleep.

He was next to me. Breathing slow. Trusting.

I stared at the ceiling.

Four years of marriage. A house. A life.

And I didn't know his name.

In the morning, I asked to see his wallet.

"Left my phone in the car," I said. "Can I borrow yours?

Need to call myself."
He handed it over without looking up.

I went to the bathroom.

Locked the door.
Every card. Same name.

Not the name I married. Not the name on our mortgage.

Not the name I'd called him for four years.

I thought about his family. Never met them.

They're all overseas, he said. Too far to visit.

I thought about his job. Never visited that either.

Government contracting, he said. Secure facility. No visitors.

I thought about how we met. Dating app. He pursued me. Hard. Engaged within eight months.

I googled the name I'd always known.
One result.
An obituary.

[Gold🤍🌚 @GOLDBABYO]

My phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number at 4 AM: ‘This is your Uber driver from last night. You left your laptop in my car. I have it safe. Where can I return it?’ I nearly collapsed with relief. That laptop contained my entire dissertation—three years of research—and my backup drive had corrupted the week before. The driver, a grad student named Jamal, met me at a coffee shop two hours later. He handed me my laptop, refusing the $200 reward I offered. ‘I’m a student too. I know what losing your work means.’ We talked for an hour—he was getting his PhD in chemistry, driving Uber to pay bills, struggling just like I was. Before leaving, Jamal said something unexpected. ‘If you ever need a late-night ride to the library or your lab, text me. Student discount—free. We’ve got to look out for each other.’ For the next eight months of finishing my dissertation, Jamal drove me countless times, always refusing payment, sometimes bringing me coffee, always asking about my progress. He celebrated when I defended successfully. When I got my first professorship, I tried again to pay him for all those rides. He laughed. ‘Just remember this when you’re a famous professor.’ Seven years later, I’m an associate professor, and I’ve mentored eighteen graduate students through their dissertations. I also started an emergency

[books 📖 @bookpoets]

everything is temporary

[tin @8potatoooo]

You can't hurt someone constantly and expect their energy to be the same.

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God really humbled me when he knew I wanted revenge. I wanted to say so many unkind things.

Then he whispered to me "they're suffering already, pray for them & I'll handle the rest."

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The Joker once said: Not a single scar on my heart came from my enemies. They all came from people I thought loved me..

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Losing ourselves while building the life we prayed for.

[manolo @mgb819]

This 2yr old viral video puts the nepo babies’ display of opulence to shame. Main characters are Arturo Atayde, Melvin Matibag & Jake Joson🤬😠😡

[JK DAILYʲᵏ @Daily_JKUpdate]

@mainedcm Serve the people daw

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Favorite pics 📸

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SINGAPORE 🇸🇬

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SYDNEY 🇦🇺

[Lawrence Wong @LawrenceWongST]

I’m honoured to be sworn in as the 4th PM of 🇸🇬

Join me & my team in our journey forward. Everyone will have a stake in our nation’s progress & play a key role in shaping our future.

Let us unite with common purpose & shared resolve. Let us take SG Forward – Together.

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@theadtan 😵‍💫

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What the hell is happening in the Philippines? Ang guloooo

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My big fat expensive Singapore wedding. 🇸🇬

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Wedding guest etiquette: don’t invite your own guests. 😊🙏