kristen

just a cat girl in a dog world | takes “pleasure to have in class” to a new level | mom 💕

[kristen @_krstnlgh]

Another year of me begging big brother to bring back the key circle and FOOD COMPETITIONS!!! #bb28

[Zach @zjfrank13]

I’m a simple guy. I just want to see Taylor Swift in her wedding dress or proof of death from Mitch McConnell. I don’t ask for much.

[Roshan Rinaldi @Roshan_Rinaldi]

BREAKING: A beer was thrown at President Trump during a press conference this afternoon in Washington. Trump was unharmed. Since the beer was a draft,... he was able to dodge it.

[kristen @_krstnlgh]

@AmericanAir @AmericanAir This has nothing to do with “shapes and sizes.” The issue is that the seat itself is positioned in the aisle with no functional leg space and passengers continuously bumping into it. It’s a design/operational issue. I’d appreciate this being addressed directly.

[kristen @_krstnlgh]

@AmericanAir I paid nearly $300 for a seat in Main Cabin Extra that’s literally in the aisle—no leg space, constantly bumped and pushed while we sat for hours. I’ve never felt so uncomfortable on a flight. This seat shouldn’t be operational. Would appreciate a response.

[Marc Lyons Smith @marclyonssmith]

Seeing and hearing Bad Bunny at halftime is fantastic. #SuperBowl

[Nateinthewild | Nate Luebbe @nateinthewild]

As an American citizen it is intensely offensive to me that we would spend this kind of money on Greenland when we don’t have universal healthcare, mandatory maternity leave, good public schools or any sort of social services.

[Sabrina Carpenter @SabrinaAnnLynn]

@WhiteHouse this video is evil and disgusting. Do not ever involve me or my music to benefit your inhumane agenda.

[Jum @JesterJum]

Imagine paying for Netflix every month, and then having to pay when you want to watch a movie, and then getting another Netflix bill 3 months later because one of the actors isn't signed with Netflix so you have to pay them directly.

That'd be stupid...right??

This is a post about health insurance.

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.

Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.

One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.

Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.

Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"

"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."

He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."

The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."

Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.

But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,

"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."

So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.

Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."

Let this story reach more hearts....

Credit: Mary Nelson

[Sterling Crispin 🕊️ @sterlingcrispin]

I'm a single issue voter, I want the warm lights back.

Streetlights are too blue. Headlights are too bright. It's a crime against nature and God.

We need to demand 2800K or below color balance for all outdoor lights. Some cities regulate 3000k max, that's still too damn blue.

[YANA 🫀 @otgyana]

stalking my own archive and remembering i lived all of those lives. miss you girl. you had so much fun. you survived so much

[your fav papi 👅 @heyits_erik]

a gay man named sexiest man alive.
a muslim mayor of nyc.
prop 50 passed in california.
trump still fat, hideous and useless.

[blujay💙 @ayejaylen_]

The “6,7” shit might be annoying but now I’m imagining how teachers felt hearing “deez nuts” all day when we were in school😭😭