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overthinking literally everything

[amy ✩˚｡⋆ @amyruth_]

with the new tour announced, just wanted to share my painting of the maniac tour la encore 💚🖤 many hours of hard work and I’m so happy it turned out well! thank you skz for being my muse! 🫶🏼 #StrayKids #스트레이키즈 #dominATE (pic creds to owner)

[puppy minho president @srodulvss]

i understand now why so many office workers are kpop fans. you really need this type of whimsy in ur life when ure sat down for 8 hours inside a concrete room staring at a google sheet

[kiro | thatgoodfeelin ⁷ 💜🐳 @that_goodfeelin]

🎀 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐠 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬

✨Come say hi and collect your random blindbag freebies!

🇰🇷 BTS Arirang @ Busan Asiad Stadium
📆 12 & 13 June
⏱️Will update actual time & location on the actual day on IGS & X

Each blind bag contains:
♡ WIYLC Packaging + random stickers
♡ & a random item! (BTS Cereal themed keyring or enamel pin)

📌How to claim:
☆ Show me this post & will appreciate a Follow!
ᯓ One blind bag per person
ᯓ No trades required, just come & find me!

See you ARMYs! 💜

#BTS_ARIRANG #BTS_WORLDTOUR #BTS_WORLDTOUR_BUSAN

[Moonyrang @Moony_euphoria]

♡ARIRANG IN BUSAN♡
아리랑 부산콘 나눔

랜덤 사미밤 키링 / 아리랑 팔찌 / 아미랑 목걸이 @ByMoonoria

♡ 일시 : 6/13
♡ 장소/시간 : 당일 공지
♡ 인증 : RT

여러분께 프리비 드릴 생각에 설레요! 💜
팬메이드 포토카드도 약 200장 준비했어요!

#BTS_WORLDTOUR_ARIRANG_BUSAN #BTS_ARİRANG

[아포방포 진 @awake0914]

💜𝘽𝙏𝙎💜 𝙒𝙊𝙇𝙍𝘿 𝙏𝙊𝙐𝙍 '𝘼𝙍𝙄𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂' 𝙞𝙣 💜𝘽𝙐𝙎𝘼𝙉💜
부산🥳🎉 4년만에 다시 돌ㅇㅏ온 부산😍

부산콘에서 즐겁게 즐기고 응원하면서
더운열기 식히라고 미니선풍기 나눔합니다
#RT
📅 12일 흰색 50개
13일 퍼플 50개
🚩 ⏰️ 당일 공지
#BTS_WORLDTOUR_ARIRANG_BUSAN
#BTS_ARİRANG

[Athletics @Athletics]

Green and Gold looks good on you Suga!

[MLB @MLB]

We chatted with Seungmin from Stray Kids on his live and he shared his favorite MLB teams! ⚾🐶️

*yes we are fangirling* 😊

#StrayKids #Seungmin #SKZ #스트레이키즈

[🧸︎🔎 @jihopes]

YOU KNOW HOW I DO DO DO DO DO DO

[amy ✩˚｡⋆ @amyruth_]

@ladyelocin I saw someone on tiktok mention that the kr site shows all tickets that haven’t been checked out/are still in carts, but global only shows the ones that aren’t in carts. so they pop up and disappear and pop up again more on global as people are having trouble checking out

[amy ✩˚｡⋆ @amyruth_]

@luvstaesankles I am so grateful I chose an extra day and sat up near the top, it was so lovely looking down and seeing how many people were there

[amy ✩˚｡⋆ @amyruth_]

ROUND 8™, the greatest atipo® foundry heavyweight typeface of all time. Download for just €20!! https://t.co/ryoILzvJME via @atipostudio

[NASA Ames @NASAAmes]

O Christmas tree, o cosmic tree 🎄

Located about 2,500 light-years from Earth, NGC 2264 is a cluster of young stars between one and five million years old. The stars appear as blue and white lights surrounded by swirls of gas—the “pine needles” of the tree—with green representing light in the visible spectrum.

Learn more:https://t.co/srOrqOnBqe

[Netflix UK & Ireland @NetflixUK]

Things I’m looking forward to this week:

1. Stranger Things 5 Vol. 2
2. Christmas, I suppose

[amy ✩˚｡⋆ @amyruth_]

@LuvXmaiko Beulah

[Travis Akers 🇺🇸 @travisakers]

A message from a Kindergarten teacher:

After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old:

“My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.”

No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.”

My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me.

When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic.

But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.

My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown.

And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice.

They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer.

The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.”

As if kindness were a weakness.

Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure —
a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.”
a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.”
a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.”

Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up.

But this last year broke something in me.

The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival.

I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times.

So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998:

“Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.”

I sat on the floor and cried.

No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications.

I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced.

I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers.

So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try.

Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

[유니세프한국위원회 @unicefkorea]

#유니세프 친선대사 #스트레이키즈 #필릭스 님이 9월 15일 생일을 맞이하여 라오스 어린이의 건강한 성장을 지원하기 위해 5천만 원을 기부하셨습니다.

필릭스 친선대사님의 기금은 #유니세프 와 함께 도움이 필요한 라오스 어린이에게 식수, 영양 지원 사업으로 전액 사용될 예정입니다.

라오스 어린이에게 소중한 선물을 보내주신 필릭스 친선대사님께 진심으로 감사드립니다.

#UNICEF #ForEveryChild
#StrayKids #Felix

[ceé ⊹ @minholy_y]

this literally changed the trajectory of my life

[amy ✩˚｡⋆ @amyruth_]

@Tha5SOSFamily 3racha wishes they could do this HAHA

[amy ✩˚｡⋆ @amyruth_]

ʜɪᴘ! ʜɪᴘ! ʜᴏᴏʀᴀʏ!

#BangChan
#StrayKids
#KARMA
#Ceremony