Esa mirada que te reinicia la vida. 🐃✨ Cuando crees que solo verás agua, la naturaleza te regala este primer plano inolvidable de un joven búfalo de agua. La paz que transmite es de otro planeta.
Elon Musk once jokingly offered to end World Hunger, asking how much it would cost as if it would be some incalculable number.
When the UN replied saying 6.6 Billion would be enough to immediately end Famine for the year he never responded, and a few months later bought Twitter for 44 Billion.
You struggle and suffer because people like him are allowed to exist, not because your neighbor is an immigrant.
i hate how physical touch as a love language gets reduced to sex and kissing when it's more like... handholding, laying your head on their shoulder, putting your legs over their lap, tracing their palm, tucking your feet under their thighs. just touching for touching's sake.
Adults should NOT have to bring doctor’s notes to their employer like we’re 8 years old asking for a bathroom pass. You’re a grown adult with bills, responsibilities, and a full-time job. If you say you’re sick, that should be enough. Forcing workers to pay $150+ for a doctor visit just to prove they’re not faking it is humiliating and dystopian. Your body doesn’t need corporate permission to be sick. And making people drag themselves to a doctor while contagious just spreads illness in the office.We trust adults to vote, sign contracts, raise kids, and serve in the military… but God forbid they take a Tuesday off without a permission slip.
for forty years there were just six star wars films. at one point, something new from star wars had an air of mystery about it. then disney took over and churned out so much shit in a decade that no one cares anymore.
I just want to take this opportunity to point out that there is a man named Henry Walter Wooten, from Smith County, Texas, who is serving 35 YEARS IN PRISON for marijuana possession.
Carry on.
My sister called me at 2:00 AM. She was crying.
"Come get me. Please. I think my husband is dead."
I was already putting on my shoes.
"Where are you?"
"The closet. He's in the bedroom. He's been standing there for three hours. He hasn't moved."
"Who hasn't moved?"
"Tom. My husband. But it's not Tom."
I drove to her house in fifteen minutes. She lives twenty minutes away.
I didn't knock. She left the back door unlocked like she said.
I found her in the bedroom closet. Kneeling behind her winter coats. Shaking.
I pulled her out.
"Where is he?"
She pointed to the bed.
No one was there.
"He was here," she whispered. "Standing right there. Facing the wall. For three hours."
I checked the whole house. Empty.
Her car was in the driveway. His car was gone.
"Claire. Where is Tom?"
She looked at me. Her eyes were strange. Not scared. Confused.
"Tom died," she said. "Three years ago. You were at the funeral."
I stared at her.
"Claire. I was at your wedding. Last year. I gave a toast. You cried."
She shook her head.
"That wasn't Tom. That was someone else. Someone wearing Tom."
I sat down. My legs felt wrong.
"Claire. You're scaring me."
She grabbed my phone. Opened my photos. Scrolled to her wedding.
"That's not Tom," she said, pointing at the groom.
It was Tom. Same face. Same smile. Same suit.
But she was right about something.
His eyes were wrong. In every photo. Too dark. Too still. Like a photograph of a photograph.
I looked at Claire.
"Who did you marry?"
She started crying again.
"I don't know. I don't remember. I just remember waking up one day and he was there. Making coffee. Calling me honey. And I thought... I thought I was going crazy. Because I knew Tom was dead. But he looked like Tom. He sounded like Tom."
She grabbed my arm.
"So I pretended. For a year. I pretended he was Tom. I pretended everything was fine. But last night, I woke up. And he was standing at the foot of the bed. Facing the wall. Not moving."
"What did he say?"
"He didn't say anything. He just stood there. For hours. I watched him. And then I realized."
"What?"
"He wasn't breathing."
We were at a party when one of his old friends the kind who thinks she’s funny said,
“If you ever get tired of her, you know where to find me.”
She smiled like it was harmless.
Before I could even process it, he said, “I don’t entertain disrespect. Especially not toward my wife.”
No laugh. No “she’s joking.” No softening it.
The room shifted.
He didn’t protect my feelings quietly later. He protected my dignity right there.
And I realized something that night loyalty isn’t what someone says in private. It’s what they shut down in public.
BREAKING: The U.S. Olympic women’s ice hockey Team Captain Hilary Knight SLAMS Trump over the disgusting joke he made about her gold medal-winning squad to the men's team.
She refused to remain silent about "locker room" talk...
“I just thought the joke was distasteful and unfortunate, and I think just the way women are represented, it’s a great teaching point to really shine light on how women should be championed for their amazing feats,” Knight said.
The scandal kicked off when Trump called the U.S. men's team to congratulate them on winning the gold medal against Canada. He invited them to the White House and then joked that it was unfortunate that he also had to invite the equally victorious women — the implication being that women's sport are inferior.
“We’re going to have to bring the women’s team, you do know that. I do believe I probably would be impeached," he said.
It was typical Trump, gross misogyny wrapped up in a pathetic attempt at humor. This is that same "locker room" talk that Republicans mentioned when Trump's "grab 'em by the p*ssy" remarks exploded into the headlines. The truth is that Trump and men like him don't see women as people.
While the men's team ultimately attended Trump's State of the Union Address and visited the White House, the women's team declined. They were right to do so and Knight was right to speak out. At this point, silence helps no one except these sexist monsters.
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