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[Yves ౨ৎ @yvessirae]

I'm never getting over the fact that romance as a genre, as the HIGHEST selling genre, exists largely because straight women fantasize about being loved and treated kindly by men and men constantly make fun of this because they think it's just that unrealistic that they could cherish women and that women are stupid in the first place for wanting such an impossible thing

[goma @soigomaa]

we live on a planet where trees warn each other of danger through underground networks. where octopuses dream. where elephants return to the bones of their dead and stand over them in silence. where bees communicate through dance, showing each other where to fly. where flowers bloom...where crows remember human faces -especially those who were cruel to them - and pass that memory on to their young. where ants build entire cities. where cats purr at a frequency that can help heal bones. where forests, after fires, grow flowers first.

[cee @1ovesickkk]

“i love your personality” thanks! its pieces of everyone ive ever loved and lost

[Marcel @illnevercallitx]

That's it. That's the best picture from Saturday's No Kings protests in the USA.

The literal Statue of Liberty being detained by police. It doesn't get much more poetic than this.

[Sophie Map Tu Lu @Asiatitude]

De toute façon le monde va mal depuis qu'ils ne sont plus là : Myths and heroes, Lugares y formas de poder, The Idea of Progress, Espacios y intercambios

[Sassington, M.C. @MissSassbox]

caught the Amazon guy on the way out the door and didn't say 'good morning', but instead asked him if he was alright or needed anything before I locked the door. he looked off. paused a second and asked me why I said that. told him his glow wasn't showing. he finally told on himself.

turns out his damn blood sugar was low but he left his cooler at the warehouse. didn't have time to stop. told him to drop the other deliveries, raided my kitchen and threw him a grocery bag full of snacks like Supermarket Sweep. he yelled LOVE YOU as he peeled out. made me feel like one of those dogs that can sense sickness and I gotta hit. 😭

[🌞 @solishortus]

J’ai lu que les 90-2000 on est la seule génération qui aura appris à ses parents ET à ses enfants à utiliser un ordinateur mdr

[aimée 🇮🇪🇵🇸 @sapphyreblayze]

Saying 'she gave up infinite wealth to be herself' like it isn't the most inspiring thing ever.

[Maryam @hell_line0]

Science is FINALLY starting to catch up:

- The quality of sperm affects women's health during pregnancy.
- The egg determines which sperm gets fertilized.
- Men can carry the bacteria that cause bacterial vaginosis (BV) and can transfer it to women.
- Men's sperm ages, and they are on a biological clock.

I empathize with all the women who were shamed and blamed for these issues when it was actually due to men!

[Divya George @divz_i_am]

Been surviving my 30s on this thought alone.

[Your Fave's Fave @_ItsMarisWorld_]

"Daughters are expendable when lineage is at stake, but indispensable when labor is required" is a BAR

[桜井海＠おじ猫17巻発売中！ @sakurai_umi_]

あけましておめでとうございます！！✨
今年もおじさまとふくまるの、幸せいっぱいな日々をお届けできるように頑張ります(∩´∀｀)∩
皆さまにとっても幸���な一年になりますよう、心よりお祈り申し上げます。
＃おじさまと猫

[Mohamad Safa @mhdksafa]

When the UN tried to declare food a human right, two countries voted against it.

The United States and Israel.

[Lydia Owuor @itslydiaowuor]

I could be wrong but there’s a certain fearlessness about then. You see it in how they speak, move and take up space. They operate with a quiet confidence that comes from having a safety net many can only dream of.

That access, when paired with sense, is incredibly powerful👌🏽

[ZAVVY 𑣲 LIVE 🔴 Lazy Hyena Vtuber @ZavvyGamer]

I was in this event. Please keep in mind that we only had like 3-6 hours of server time each day.

"The girls' side fell apart for SOME REASON"

1. We unironically had Russian guys use AI images/deepfakes to cheat their way onto the girls' side and then just start mass murdering every girl they could see. This went on for irl DAYS out of a week long competition.

2. These guys also left signs around our side of the map with swastikas and sexist messages.

3. ONE GIRL on our side (Makio) independently looked into the socials of all these "girls" who were murdering other girls and found their youtube channels and reported it to staff. I think it's important to note that there wasn't even a way for us to report things in the discord server until she and other girls like mass-pinged staff for this functionality in the discord server.

4. I'm not sure if it was ever confirmed, but there were also reports of girls selling their accounts to guys as well so the guys could sabotage the girls.

5. The girls' side had trans girls on it. THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THIS except after it became common knowledge that there were russian guys pretending to be girls and rumors of girls selling their accounts to guys, a lot of girls began reporting/targeting our trans girlies as infiltrators just because of the pitches of their voices and it started this huge fight on the girls' side about transphobia and such.

6. SO MANY GIRLS died to traps set by the fake-girls. It took the staff days to look into it, determine if those traps were set by fake-girls or real girls, and return these girls from their wrongful deaths. But by then, the event was almost over. These girls who were returned had next to no time to prepare for war, much less time to make connections/alliances with their fellow girls.

7. This was marketed initially as a CIV event, not a PVP event. There was such a low amount of girls apply initially that they started to just send the discord server invite to any girl who showed an interest in playing on a Mr. Beast minecraft server. The amount of girls who were invited who didn't even know how to make a crafting table was insane. No hate to them, of course! But Mr. Beast and his team knew that if that wall came down, boys would win because they had top Minecraft players on their side and the girls had people who didn't even know how to make a crafting table on theirs, much less how to make a sword.

I didn't know if I wanted to say something or not because I didn't want to diminish my chances of being invited to another Mr Beast event. But nobody else is speaking up and I'm just seeing too much hate on the girls not to say something.

I wish they would've said something about all of this in the actual video instead of leaving a vague thing in their description about cheaters being banned.

[Bel'ange chassman @Belange028]

Anonyme : J’ai annulé mon mariage trois jours avant la date.
Pas à cause d’une infidélité.
Pas à cause de violence.
J’ai renoncé parce que j’ai entendu une conversation qui n’était pas faite pour moi… mais qui parlait entièrement de moi.

J’avais 32 ans. Nous étions ensemble depuis six ans.
Je travaillais à temps plein, je gagnais bien ma vie, je payais ma part, je n’ai jamais dépendu de lui financièrement.
Tout était prêt. La salle, le traiteur, la robe, les invitations. Le mariage était entièrement organisé.

Mon fiancé n’était pas un mauvais homme.
Travailleur, posé, sans drame.
Le vrai problème, ce n’était pas seulement lui, mais le poids énorme que sa famille faisait peser sur notre couple.

Sa mère et sa sœur avaient toujours un avis sur tout :
comment je m’habillais, comment je parlais, pourquoi je ne voulais pas encore d’enfants, pourquoi mon travail passait avant tout.
Et lui… ne me défendait jamais vraiment.
Je me disais que c’était normal, que c’était juste des remarques maladroites.

Trois jours avant le mariage, je suis passée chez sa mère sans prévenir pour récupérer des papiers.
Il était dans la cuisine avec elle et sa sœur.
Ils ne savaient pas que j’étais là.

J’ai entendu mon prénom.

Sa mère disait que j’étais “trop autoritaire”, que “je me croyais supérieure”, qu’après le mariage il faudrait me “remettre à ma place”.
Sa sœur riait.

Puis je l’ai entendu, lui.

Il a dit calmement :
« Après le mariage, elle changera. Le mariage va la cadrer. Elle baissera sa garde. Là, elle se sent en sécurité, mais ça ira. »

Il l’a dit sans colère.
Comme un plan.
Comme quelque chose de logique.

Je ne suis pas entrée dans la cuisine.
Je n’ai rien dit.
Je suis repartie.

Je n’ai pas dormi cette nuit-là.
Le lendemain, j’ai tout annulé.
La salle. Le photographe. Le voyage de noces.
J’ai rendu les cadeaux.
J’ai rangé ma robe dans un sac noir.

Il a compris en rentrant chez nous.
Je lui ai laissé une seule phrase, écrite à la main :
« Je n’épouserai pas quelqu’un qui espère que je cesse d’être moi-même pour entrer dans sa vie. »

Il m’a appelée plus de vingt fois.
Je n’ai jamais répondu.

Sa famille m’a traitée d’exagérée, d’immature, disant que j’avais tout gâché pour “une simple conversation”.
Lui a essayé de me revoir pendant des mois.
Il parlait de malentendu, de paroles mal interprétées, de famille qui parle trop.

Aujourd’hui, un an plus tard, je suis seule.
J’ai perdu de l’argent.
J’ai perdu une relation.
J’ai perdu des liens.

Mais j’ai compris quelque chose d’essentiel :
toutes les trahisons ne sont pas des tromperies.
Certaines sont des projets d’avenir où tu n’existes plus tel que tu es.

Je n’ai pas abandonné un mariage.
J’ai refusé de disparaître lentement dans une vie où l’on attendait de moi que je sois plus petite, plus discrète, plus soumise.

Lu pour vous

[‏ً @omgsidewalks]

you can't keep postponing things just because you aren't ready.

you have to do it scared.

[𝒶rα˚˖𓍢ִ໋ @yslmammi]

A girl on tik tok just said "I would rather adjust my life to your absence, than adjust my boundaries to accommodate your disrespect" and I think that a lot of people need to take that and really engrave it into their soul.

[Yunie ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა @Hyeyunie]

I used to crochet I used to read I used to draw I used to game I used to I used to

[positivity moon @arrtnem]

There is this lie we all secretly believed :
if a friendship is real, it will always feel like it does right now.

You remember that version. Three hour calls about nothing. Replying in 0.3 seconds. Seeing a meme and sending it to five people because all of you were permanently online. You could tell who was upset by the way they typed “lol.” You knew their class schedule, their crush rotation, their favorite cereal. Friendship felt like constant contact.

Then somehow one day it does not.

Now your closest friend might reply two days later with “sorry just seeing this.” You stare at that sentence with a small sting, even though you wrote the same thing to somebody else last week. They cancel plans because they are exhausted in a way that has nothing to do with sleep. You reschedule and then you cancel. Whole months pass in voice notes and “we need to catch up soon” and screenshots of flights you might take someday.

It starts to feel like being quietly broken up with in slow motion.

Nobody warns you how much admin adulthood stacks on top of love. Rent, sick parents, work that bleeds past office hours, kids, therapy, bodies that suddenly need more maintenance, nervous systems that finally crack after ten years of pretending to be fine. Everyone is trying to be a decent partner, decent coworker, decent child, decent human in a world that feels like a rolling crisis. Of course the part of you that once had energy to send 17 updates a day is tired.

Less communication is not automatically less love.
But it is a different shape of love, and that is the part that hurts.

Because the scared part of you still keeps score like a 16 year old. They have not texted in a week. They viewed my story but did not answer my message. They were online. They posted. They made time for someone else. It does not matter how many bills you both have now. The kid inside still measures affection in frequency, not capacity.

Adult friendship asks you to grow a second lens. One that can hold “I miss how it was” and “they are not abandoning me, they are surviving.” One that understands that sometimes your friend did not text back because they spent all day trying not to cry in a bathroom at work. Sometimes they are not ignoring you, they are in the same fog you are.

Grace is not “let them treat me however.”
Grace is “I will not confuse silence with betrayal unless they show me it is.”

Check in, not out.
It sounds simple until your own pride gets involved.

There will be days you tell yourself “if they wanted to, they would have reached out” and use that as a reason to lock your phone. You call it a boundary. Often it is defense. It saves you from the vulnerability of being the one who sends “hey, how is your brain” after three months of nothing. It protects you from the possibility that they really have drifted. So you opt out quietly, tell yourself a story about how people change, and let something beautiful die out of sheer fear of going first.

What if checking in is not humiliation. What if it is maintenance.

Sometimes check in is not a deep talk. It is a dumb reel sent at 22:37 with “this is so you.” It is a voice note that says “I drove past our old place and wanted to throw up from nostalgia, how are you.” It is a “thinking of you, no need to respond.” You would be shocked how many people cry over those three words in grocery store aisles and parking lots.

And sometimes, yes, what you find when you check in is that the thread is gone. They give you one word answers. They do not ask anything back. They leave you on delivered until it becomes obscene. That is information. Grace does not mean pretending that is fine. It means you can let it hurt, let it be real, and still not turn it into a courtroom in your head. You can grieve without inventing a villain.

Adult friendship is two people saying, over and over, in a hundred tiny ways: I did not forget you. I am just carrying a lot. Thank you for still knocking.