When physical touch is someone's love language, it isn't only about sex. It's your hand resting on their leg while you talk. Holding them close and listening to their heartbeat. Intertwined fingers. Gentle back rubs. Running your hands through their hair. It's using touch to express love, comfort, and connection without needing words.
My parents slept in separate rooms my whole childhood. I asked my dad about it once. He said they made a deal early because my mum snores and he tosses. He said they sat down one evening and talked it through like a business meeting. His words. He said the first night apart they both slept like babies. He said they were happier than they had ever been. He never told people. Because when he said separate rooms they said oh I'm sorry. He said he was never sorry. He was just tired of explaining that love does not have to mean sharing a blanket. They are still married 39 years later.
My mom called me and said, “I didn’t buy a 5-bedroom house to sit in it alone while you throw away $1800 a month on rent.” I tried to act like I needed time to think about it, but honestly I was already mentally packing 😂 The moment she said I’d have my own bathroom, an upstairs living area, and a whole extra room to turn into an office, my lease suddenly started feeling very unnecessary. People love acting like moving back home in your 30s is embarrassing, but in this economy? Please. I’m about to save money, eat real food, hear “drive safe” again, and spend time with my mom while she still wants me around. That’s not failure that’s a financial blessing with free Wi-Fi 🤣
A man will scream from the rooftops that he’s a “good guy” because he doesn’t hit women or raise his voice, Meanwhile he’s defensive, dismissive, manipulative, allergic to accountability, & slowly destroying your sense of reality through gaslighting.
Abuse doesn’t always leave bruises.
The best thing my students ever gave me. One semester I thought they were just *really* focused on taking notes. Turns out they were compiling a book of all the slightly unhinged things I'd said. It's 152 pages long.
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My twin sister and I aged out of foster care on the same day at eighteen which sounds like it should mean we had each other and therefore were fine. What it actually means is that two people with nothing faced a system that considers its job complete the moment the clock runs out and wishes you well with the particular indifference of paperwork.
We had a social worker named Miss Charlene who was not assigned to us anymore the day we turned eighteen.
Her caseload moved on and technically so should she have. She did not move on. Showed up at the group home on our birthday with a cake and two folders. Inside each folder was everything she had spent three months quietly assembling. Apartment listings she had called ahead about. Bus routes to the community college. A list of employers who had hired former foster youth and treated them decently. Phone numbers with names attached and notes about who to ask for.
She sat with us for four hours that afternoon going through every page...
Then she wrote her personal cell number on the inside cover of both folders and said use it.
We used it. Many times. More than we probably should have.
She answered every time.
My sister is a registered nurse now.
I run a mentorship program for youth aging out of foster care.
Miss Charlene came to both of our graduations.
Front row.
Same smile both times.
Saw this & had to share:: OMG YOU GUYS. I’m at a coffee shop and just witnessed the CUTEST REALEST MEET CUTE EVER. 🥹🙌🏻❤️
So this guy… idk maybe early 30s and adorable, goes to grab his coffee and realizes he took the wrong cup. At the exact same time this girl, also looks 30s and adorable, says “Wait, I think that’s my latte.” They both freeze and pause to read their cups. 👀
He apologizes SO hard. She laughs and says, “Who doesn’t love oat milk.” He says, “I’m lactose intolerant BUT emotionally available.”
😱😱😱
THE WHIT. I’m just sitting down at my computer staring at this point and thinking how impressive that was lol
They switch cups, but then she goes, “Wait… did you also order a scone?” He did. They laugh. He asks her if she’s sitting down or leaving. They sit. They start talking, AND neither of them has looked at their phone even once in like 30 min. 🥹🥹🥹
I am so dialed in. I have to go but like… girl if you’re the one this happened to in Denver. PLEASE KEEP ME POSTED! 🤞🏻🫠🥹🙌🏻✨
Do you remember in The Lion King when scar told the hyenas if they helped him become king he will make their lives better and then their lives didn’t get better and he blamed them for it.
And upon realizing this, the hyenas ate him.
Do with that story what you will.
Yesterday I complimented an elderly lady on her scarf. She smiled and told me it had been her mother’s, passed down to her before she died.
We ended up talking for 15 minutes. About her 82 years. About how much our town has changed. As I was leaving, she said something I can’t stop thinking about.
“I’m so glad I chose today to leave the house. I almost didn’t. You’ve made me very happy. I haven’t spoken to anyone in ages. Thank you for seeing me.”
That hit me hard. There are so many people out there who feel invisible. Who go days, even weeks, without a real conversation.
So here’s your reminder to
be kind. Start the conversation. Give the compliment. Smile first. ☺️
Because to you it might be small but to someone else, it might mean everything. 🩷
There’s a mom at our school drop-off. Messy bun, always three minutes late, kids usually eating dry cereal out of a Ziploc. The "Pinterest moms" always whispered about her. I honestly felt a little bad for her.
Then one day at the playground, my neurodivergent son had a massive, violent sensory meltdown. I’m sitting in the dirt, crying, totally paralyzed.
The "perfect" moms just stared and pulled their kids away.
Suddenly, she’s there. The messy mom.
She drops her giant bag, sits right in the dirt next to us, pulls a heavy sensory toy out of her purse, and calmly shields my son from the crowd. No panic. No judgment. He regulated in three minutes. I was speechless.
We had coffee after. She told me her house is a disaster and she has severe ADHD, but she knows exactly what a nervous system collapse looks like.
I asked her how she deals with the judgmental stares from the other moms.
She took a sip of her cold coffee and said: "Perfect moms know how to bake organic muffins. Chaotic moms know how to survive the trenches."
Every time I see her running late now, I just smile. Girls, be like the messy mom. Stop apologizing for your chaos.
To the guy who held the door for me and then followed me a few steps before stopping on the sidewalk and calling out "I'm not trying to be weird, I just, uh, think I'm parked next to you. You go ahead!" and then waited for me to drive off.
Sir, may you only encounter green lights. May pizza never burn the roof of your mouth. May you awaken every day with a restored spirit. Absolute king behavior 🙌🏻
To every man wondering if it's weird to say something like this, please make it weirder and safer every time. We thank you.
Married men who refuse to get a vasectomy after agreeing with their spouses that they’re done having children are selfish. Women go through enough with birth control, pregnancy and childbirth. The least a man can do when that door is closed is get a vasectomy.
HR Manager: The company is requesting that all employees have their work emails on their phones.
Gen Z: Cool, who should I bill?
HR Manager: Pardon me?
Gen Z: For the portion of my phone they will be using? Unless we're getting new phones — you know I wouldn't say no to an upgrade.
HR Manager: No compensation will be provided.
Gen Z: Why do they want our work emails on our phones?
HR Manager: So you have access to your emails at all times.
Gen Z: But I have access during my work hours — that's what my laptop is for.
HR Manager: Well, in case we need to get a hold of you outside of those hours.
Gen Z: Ohhh, so what the company really wants is for us to work 24/7 and use our personal devices and phone plans to make that happen.
HR Manager: (Confused silence)
Gen Z: Yeah, that's going to be a no for me, but thanks for asking.
HR Manager: (Ends the impromptu briefing.)
Gen Z workplace behavior is driving HR absolutely insane.
But you know what they are doing?
They are saying out loud what the older generation has been thinking for decades.
They just don’t care about the consequences yet. And honestly, good for them.
Corporate spent decades convincing the older generation that working 24/7 and unpaid overtime using own resources was a sign of loyalty and commitment. Gen Z showed up and said prove it.
And corporate can’t, so now they are scrambling.
Why don’t they want to commit? Why don’t they care about the company culture? Why are they so entitled?
They are not entitled. They just watched the older generation get laid off after 20 years of 'loyalty' and 'commitment' and said, yep, I am not doing that.
Gen Z workplace energy is exactly what corporate deserves.
@mary73926849@coofcopsreal@RoyIsThaTruth And if you understood it, you would know why. And you'd also realize that when he said we are all America, he waved the Puerto Rico flag that the government chose.