Abigail🥰

MSU🇭🇹

[ꅐꏂ꒐ꋪ꒯😈�� @heis_Mike_]

when you finally do your laundry and all your top-tiers clothes are back:

[𝔇𝔢𝔢 @deeomi_]

“Where is your other earring?” is such a heart stopping question😂

[Taichō @_AfricanHippie]

Lack of structural integrity. When you take one bite and the whole thing falls apart

[Blank Check @dreadloxrastah]

You can put an email verbatim in the Outlook search that you just sent 2 minutes ago and it’ll be like no results found

[HIS 🎧♟️🎱 @Suregeeee1]

When someone plays a good song I never heard before.

[cнєєкυ⋆｡🪐˚ ⋆ @Okay_Bye___]

Me refusing to sleep because i didn't get enough me time after work

[Barack Obama @BarackObama]

As 2025 comes to a close, I'm continuing a tradition that I started during my time in the White House: sharing my annual lists of favorite books, movies, and music. I hope you find something new to enjoy—and please send any recommendations for me to check out!

[Restoring Your Faith in Humanity @HumanityChad]

This hockey player made this little girl's night. He kept trying to get the puck to her but the dad kept giving it to his two sons.

He bangs on the glass at her like “give her the puck!"

What a memory he created.

Look at that smile ❤️

[Buzzing Pop @BuzzingPop]

Robert Irwin crowned ‘Dancing with the Stars’ winner, exactly 10 years after his sister Bindi.

[Cłoùd𖤐 @vapefuls]

i love finding old music i used to listen to

[𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 🎀 @pinkglitterie]

Brown lip lineraholic

[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

[rumi @painsting]

me when i like a song: 🔂🔂🔂🔂🔂🔂🔂🔂🔂🔂🔂

[🛸 @tufthug]

The music

[Lo @lourdes_lolo]

tickling me is so close to trying to kill me if u ask me.

[cam(ille chong)! 🐍 瑷薇 author or something @camiscribbles]

I don't understand people who read audiobooks...I put one on and I only remembered like 10 minutes in that I'm supposed to be listening and have not actually processed anything since it began

[Jenni @hashjenni]

Me making sure the music on my story is perfect (nobody cares)

[Gabe Gottlieb @xgabegottliebx]

Everyday.