Sunflower 🌻

To thy own self be true/lover of books/ndiyagowa!💙

[khaleesi🧍🏽‍♀️ @shelovesore]

PCOS is now officially called PMOS, Polyendocrine Metabolic Ovarian Syndrome. Published in The Lancet yesterday, and before you think it’s just a name change, it’s not. Let me explain why it’s actually so much more than that

[AYANNY @gaygirldiaries]

me this summer because i can’t stop eating 😭😭

[Mushtaq Bilal, PhD @MushtaqBilalPhD]

A semicolon is used instead of a comma and a coordinating conjunction (for, and, nor, but, or, yet, so -- remember FANBOYS)

Instead of:
I like coffee, but I don't drink it every day.

you can write:
I like coffee; I don't drink it every day.

[Kutlwano Thole @KutlwanoThole]

I’m tired of living in silence. For over 10 years I’ve watched this man abuse women, including my mother. Today he did the same to me. He furthermore claimed he’s not scared of the police, I can get him arrested. Mc Donald KENYADITSWE VISSER, known as “Khindo” in Kimberley. Help!

[Sunflower 🌻 @MNtobekile]

@DocPriyamMD This is brilliant.
Thank you!!!

[. @konkemzila]

helping someone, in general, has no benefit. gender aside.

we don’t help others in exchange for any future gain - we do it out of the goodness of the heart.

issue here is expecting there to be a “reward”.

while reciprocation is ideal, let it not be the drive behind good acts.

[🍂 @Lovandfear]

“The cure for anything is salt water. Sweat, tears or the ocean.”

—  Isak Dinesen // Karen Blixen

[Hlovo @hlovo_]

Go to Europe and you’ll be reminded of how African you are

[Harnidh Kaur @harnidhish]

I don’t think most of us are lonely. I think we’re obsessed with a friend group that doesn’t exist and never did.

You know the one. Six people who met in college and still get dinner every Thursday. They have a group chat that’s actually active. They take trips together. They show up with soup when someone’s sick. They exist in every sitcom, every wedding toast, every podcast where someone casually mentions “my girls” like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

This friend group is fiction. But we’ve stared at it so long we’ve started to believe it’s the baseline.

I’ve started asking people who tell me they’re lonely to list everyone they actually talked to that week. Not texted. Talked to. The list is always longer than they expect. The coworker they vented to. The neighbor who held the elevator. The cousin who calls on long drives. The college roommate they texted when something reminded them of that one night in second year.

None of these feel like they count. Because none of them are The Group.

We’ve built this hierarchy where anything less than constant, deep, decades-long intimacy doesn’t register as real friendship. The colleague you’ve eaten lunch with for three years? Doesn’t count, you only talk about work. The person you text memes to but never see? Doesn’t count, not meaningful. The mom from school pickup you genuinely like? Doesn’t count, you don’t know her husband’s name.

But what if all of that is friendship? What if we have more than we think and we’ve just been trained to disqualify it?

My grandmother had her kitty party ladies. She didn’t know where half of them lived. She had the woman she borrowed dhaniya from. The aunty at the gurudwara she sat next to every week for thirty years without once visiting her house. If you asked her whether these women were her best friends she would have looked at you like you were insane. They were just her people.

Somewhere between her generation and ours, we decided that wasn’t enough. We decided adult friendship had to look like the friendships we had at twenty-two, when everyone lived in the same hostel and had nothing but time.

But we’re not twenty-two anymore. We’re tired. We work too much. We live in cities designed for cars, not for running into people. We moved for a job and then again and now the people who know us best are scattered across time zones. We’re not lonely because we’ve forgotten how to be friends. We’re lonely because we’re stretched thin and maintaining intimacy with whatever energy we have left.

I also think some of what we call loneliness is actually something else. Sometimes it’s sadness for a friendship that ended and now everything else feels pale. Sometimes it’s the ache of being around people who know you but don’t really know you. And that kind of loneliness doesn’t get fixed by more friends.

The loneliest I’ve ever felt was at a party surrounded by people I was supposed to be close to, realizing none of them knew what was going on in my life. Not because they didn’t care. Because I hadn’t told them. I’d decided friendship meant people should just know, just show up, just sense when you needed them. When they didn’t, I held it against them.

I wonder how many of us are doing that. Sitting with people who would show up if we asked, feeling abandoned because we haven’t asked and they haven’t guessed.

Maybe we’re not lonely. Maybe we’re comparing our lives to a fantasy and calling the gap a fundamental brokenness. The woman you complain to in the office kitchen is a friend. The person who likes all your posts but never comments is a friend. The school mom, the gym guy, the cousin who only texts on festivals.

They’ve been counting this whole time. We just forgot to add them up.

[Bheyonś Mboweni💕 @sunraysandstuff]

Habakkuk 2:3
It may seem slow in coming, but wait for it; it will certainly take place and it will not be delayed.

[Dr Bubbles. @neochanel_]

Sometimes I cry because I actually can’t believe I am a doctor. Like my little fantasy came true 😭

[guapunzel @guapunzel]

luckily i realized that all this love i want to pour into someone else was actually meant for me

[Deep Psychology @DeepPsycho_HQ]

Read it again.

[Say It Valencia @SayItValencia]

Sometimes people think you’re naive, but you’re simply choosing mercy. Allowing them dignity. If you were to speak all that you’ve observed, their ego’s fragile structure would collapse beneath the weight of truth.

You withhold not from fear, but from compassion.

[Poetic Outlaws @OutlawsPoetic]

“But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.”

-Haruki Murakami

[Sheila of the Most High @sheilatebra]

There is a WOMAN somewhere right now who has:

No boyfriend
No helper
No sneaky links

Just by herself and fixing her life.

Wherever you are Sis, you will WIN.

[𝓇𝓊𝒷𝒶 ✫ @beIIabby]

@yslmammi never leave yourself for later, you are your greatest investment. invest in your appearance, education, health, hobbies, & goals. it pays off!

[Vusi.Mz🦉 @YouDunnoVusi]

Entertainment industry broers are one of the biggest ass lickers out there for real