City at Anfield on Sunday is not a normal away day. It is a referendum.
Haaland told the fans to stick together and smile. City are top, three points clear, and every rival is waiting for them to slip. The charges are on appeal. The table is not.
Win at Liverpool and the noise gets quieter. Lose and it gets deafening.
What matters more on Sunday: the result, or the reaction?
I saw blood inside the egg that I want to fry for my kids school lunch this morning.
Omo, fear gripped me oo
Please, what does this mean and have anyone else experience it before ?
i was looking for the car keys in his bag when i found this folded paper. €1,400. i just stood there holding it. last week he told me the trip was too much and we couldn’t afford it, and i told him it was fine. so i held up the paper and said, “you can spend that, just not on me.” he didn’t say anything. he just took it from me, pointed at the top line, and said, “read it again.”…
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about friendship.
How it can be so simple, and yet, sometimes so heavy.
Hold on to friendship!
Hold on to the people who genuinely care for you.
Hold on to relationships where you feel seen.
Hold on to people who see you, not for what you do, but for who you are.
Talking from experience? Maybe yes, maybe no.
But I do think the word friendship is underrated, fr.
You meet some people and never want to part,
You meet some and they change you completely.
You meet some and you just want to make them family 😅
You meet some and they make you want to be better,
And then… you meet some that make you give up on friendship altogether.
Still, hold on.
Hold on to that friend who makes you laugh without trying.
The one who checks up on you even when you go quiet.
The one whose hugs feel like home.
The one who smiles the moment you show up.
The one who reminds you to eat, sleep, and take your meds.
The one who says, “You’ll be fine” — and somehow, you believe it.
The one who prays for you when school (or life) is trying your patience 😭😂
The one who gives you silent strength, even through sarcasm.
The one who crosses your mind, and you can’t help but smile a little.
Hold on to the relationships where you feel valued.
Maybe your best friend did you dirty.
Maybe you’re still healing from that.
But that doesn’t make all your other friends the same.
You don’t have to carry that burden alone.
There’s always someone — willing to listen, willing to care, willing to be there.
And to those of us lucky enough to have friendships we love...
Tell them. Tell them you love them.
Even if it feels weird. Even if you sound mushy 😂
Because your “I love you, girl” goes a long way.
Your “Take care, my guy” means more than you know.
I’m grateful for the people I call my friends.
Grateful for the ones who stayed, even when my attitude wasn’t giving the best.
Grateful for the relationships that shaped me.
Grateful for the people I call my own. 🤍