M. Angels Trilla Llobera

[Pucurull @Pucurull]

Un record per Carles Capdevila, fundador i primer director del @diariARA. Va morir fa 9 anys avui. Mentre et recordem, seguiràs vivint.

[Cameron B @CameronBats]

@Ersin0X I love this! It's fun, trust, love, excitement, adventure, experience and happiness all rolled into one exhilarating and beautiful enjoyment of life.

[Isaac @isaacrrr7]

INCREÍBLE: El inmigrante ruandés Emmanuel Abayaisenga vio rechazada su solicitud de asilo en Francia en repetidas ocasiones desde que la presentó en 2012. A pesar de las órdenes de deportación, permaneció en el país de forma ilegal.

Los sacerdotes le confiaron las llaves de la catedral, encargándole el cierre y el cuidado del edificio. Después de que incendiara la catedral, destruyendo el órgano y el coro, el padre Maire lo acogió en su casa, ofreciéndole refugio mientras esperaba el juicio.

Luego asesinó al padre Maire.

Europa en pocas palabras.

[山本慎二 @qsfkbwIhuWLhnjI]

英国。イスラム教徒の男が、14歳の少女をレイプしようとして英国人たちに捕まった。

このイスラム教徒の男は「シャリーア法によると、非ムスリムの少女をレイプするのは合法だ。私はアッラーとシャリーア法に従っている」と主張し、自分に罪はないと言い張る。

こんな連中が日本にも増えつつある

[Enezator @Enezator]

The baby is pranking so cute

Via yooodels

[Hayri @hayrixxx]

Bebek uyandığında annesi görüyor ve yaşadığı mutluluk çok tatlı

[Ersin @Ersin0X]

This mom turned a simple chair into a roller coaster just to make her daughter smile. ❤️
A reminder that childhood isn't built on expensive toys.
It's built on love, creativity, and the people who make ordinary moments feel magical.

[Jordi Sabaté @jordisabate]

Teniu mitja Barcelona aixecada: Sants, les Rambles i uns quants carrers més. Entre obres, tanques i desviaments, sembla una gimcana urbana. 😅

[Salvador Domènech @domenechsalvado]

@FannyTurRiera @kepapere @AeropuertoPalma @aena @Trablisa Símptoma claríssim de país colonitzat...😠

[VIQUI ||☆|| @viquirepublica]

Amb un 52% deia que no érem prou i que calia eixamplar la base.

Amb un 48,3%, era suficient per liderar ERC.

Amb un 53%, va investir Illa.

I amb un 0% —perquè no ha votat ningú— aprovarà els pressupostos.

Una pressa de pél monumental

[Maria José @majosevn]

Estimada Por,

T’he de dir que lo nostre s’ha acabat.

Perquè una cosa és alertar-me, i l’altra és no deixar-me viure.

M’encalles massa, i no vull suportar aquesta situació ni un dia més.

A més, he conegut altres companys molt més interessants que tu.

Es diuen confiança i coratge.

Som-hi?

Bon diaa!! 😉🤍

[Wholesome @wholesome_X_]

When you literally unwrap your bundle of joy🥹❤️

[Juanita Broaddrick @atensnut]

His life will never be the same. 🥰

[Joan Pons i Pons @JoanPonsiPons]

-T'agradaria que Espanya guanyés el Mundial?
-M'agradaria més que Catalunya guanyés la independència.

[MSIZI 🇿🇦 @msiziworld]

He woke up to his birthday present, and his reaction was absolutely priceless. 🎁🥺❤️🫶♥️

[Odnalda Whigson Fênix🐦‍🔥 @OdnaldaW2]

Que coisa linda! 😍
Médico retira as ataduras dos olhos do Bebê, ele fica em silêncio e após se emociona ao ver o rosto de sua mãe pela primeira vez. ❤️

[Restoring Your Faith in Humanity @HumanityChad]

After losing her mother, the father who showed up and danced with his daughter at the school performance

[𝗔𝗬𝗕𝗘𝗡İ𝗭🇹🇷 @npsrar]

Kardeşinin ameliyat parası için çizdiği resimleri Instagram’da satmaya çalışan küçük çocuğun bir paylaşımı.

Paylaşalım gerekli yerlere ulaşsın

[Crazy Vibes @CrazyVibes_1]

I’m 68 years old, a biker with more miles on my boots than most men dream of, and three years after losing my wife, I never thought life had any big surprises left for me. Then, by pure accident, I met Maya.

She was four months old, lying in the NICU, crying like the world had already given up on her. Born with Down syndrome, a serious heart defect, and addicted to methamphetamine from birth, she had been turned down by twelve families. Too many complications. Too much risk. Too expensive. They were preparing to send her to institutional care.

I had wandered onto the wrong floor while visiting a buddy when a nurse saw me standing there in my leather vest and said, “That baby’s been crying for hours. Nothing calms her. You want to try?”

I picked her up, held her against my chest, and started humming a low, rumbling note—the same way I used to calm my Harley on cold mornings. Maya stopped crying instantly. Her tiny hand wrapped around my finger, and something in my chest that had been frozen since my wife passed came roaring back to life.

I came back every single day for two weeks. When the social worker said they had no choice but to move her to a group home, I looked her in the eye and said, “No. I’ll take her.”

They laid out every reason I shouldn’t: my age, my lifestyle, the surgeries ahead, the years of therapy and special care. I listened to all of it, then told them the only thing that mattered: “She deserves to grow up with someone who chooses her.”

My motorcycle brothers showed up like a cavalry. These rough, tattooed men spent a whole weekend painting her nursery a soft sunny yellow and wrestling with a crib that took four of us three hours to assemble. They brought diapers, clothes, and enough casseroles to feed a platoon. For the first time in years, my house felt alive.

At five months old, Maya went in for open-heart surgery with only a seventy percent chance of making it through. I sat in that waiting room for six long hours, making every promise to God I could think of. When the doctor finally came out smiling, I cried like a kid.

Today, Maya is nine months old and she is the brightest light in my world.

She smiles the moment I walk into the room, lighting up like I’m the best thing she’s ever seen. Her little laugh fills the house when I make silly faces or dance her around the living room to old rock ballads. She’s hitting her milestones with that stubborn fighter spirit I’ve come to love so much. The heart defect is behind us, and every day she grows stronger, happier, and more curious about the world.

I know I won’t be here for all of her life. I’m old, and the road I’ve traveled has been long. But I’ll be here for every single day I have left, and I’ve already made arrangements with my brothers and their families so Maya will never know a day without love and protection.

She was nobody’s baby once. Now she’s mine—completely, fiercely, and forever.

Every night I lay her down in her yellow nursery, kiss her forehead, and whisper the same thing: “You were chosen, little girl. You are wanted. You are loved beyond measure.”

And as she drifts off with my finger still in her tiny hand, I realize something beautiful: I didn’t just save Maya.

She saved me.

I’m the luckiest man who ever lived.

[Earth_Wanderer @earth_tracker]

In Brazil, a 5-year-old girl was captured on video feeding lunch to her classmate who was born without arms.