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you have 300 days to convince me to stay

[• @yducknow]

When i'm having fun on a Sunday and it reaches 6-7 pm

[The Figen @TheFigen_]

I think those who live with cats can understand how special this moment is.

[internet hall of fame @InternetH0F]

respect

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

My husband passed away from cancer half a year ago. In his final month, he desperately pushed me to divorce him, saying he didn’t want to hold me back. But I flat-out refused, and we argued fiercely about it several times.

What haunts me most is the day he left—I raced to the hospital, speeding all the way, but still arrived ten minutes too late. These past six months, I’ve often broken down, convinced that he must have resented me—for not listening, for being too stubborn, for not letting go. I felt he punished me by not letting me see him one last time.

A while ago, I came across a psychology teacher on Facebook and, on a whim, reached out to her. After reading my story, she stayed silent for a long time, then said: “He didn’t hold any grudge against you. He just couldn’t bear to see you cry. Look for the notebook he kept in his hospital room—the answer you need is in there.”

I was stunned. That notebook was where he recorded his treatment journey. I thought it was just medical notes and never had the courage to open it. Back home, my hands trembling, I flipped through it and found a folded letter tucked inside. The handwriting was shaky and uneven:

“My love, I pushed you to divorce because I wanted you to have an easier future. But deep down, when you refused, I felt so relieved. Thank you for not leaving me, thank you for staying by my side through this battle. I was afraid seeing me take my last breath would haunt your dreams, so I slipped away while you weren’t here. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay with you till we grew old.”

Reading it, I cried until I was sick. He never hated me. He loved me all along.

That night, I dreamt of him for the first time in so long. He came over, gently touched my head, and wiped my tears. When I woke up, my pillow was soaked, but that tight knot inside me—it finally came undone.

Thank you, my love. And thank you, teacher. 🙏

[kira 👾 @kirawontmiss]

this is gayer than grindr

[🪼katy🪼 @peachblobbu]

Goodbye events

[kim @YUYE0N]

I CSNTBREATHFXMSNDMFNMMFNMNFFF

[a live corpse @skramzbunny]

i’m gonna kill myself from 3 years ago

[lux @paperssil]

he clocked her so bad

[tay . 🧘‍♀️🪽 @itsabsu]

IM CRYINGGGG