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just talking

[☆ ★ @imfynerthanfyne]

my stud sister broke up w her gf n i’m like oh no are u okay…. she tb “i’m a 5’10 dreadhead” like ok fck i thought

[ig whykram @whykram]

More importantly why did she paint the miseducation of Carrie Bradshaw

[Mukhtar @I_amMukhtar]

"You sound like Bonnie Blue.. Are you getting triggered? "

He's a walking contradiction, and he can't see it.

[A.VICTOR @Lifeof_AG01]

Consideration is THE love language.

[Oxtail Pricing Specialist @simsimmaaz]

If you were thoughtful year round that would include Feb 14th :(

[VUH🎬 @Vuhlandes]

No magazines hired me so I shot my own magazine ads, got it printed, and ripped out the pages and folded them and scanned it at home. So cool how these came out

[Kristy Tillman @KristyT]

More people need to be encouraged to never stop trying to make a meaningful life for themselves in the face of realizing you may not get what you desire. Usually there are still ways to get *some* of What you want but it’s going to look different—and making peace with that.

[Riċ @ricblurs]

how i feel when i double-tap my AirPods to skip a song

[gm @graveyyyyyy]

People really try all sorts with you when they think you’re soft it’s so wild

[Eyisha Zyer @eyishazyer]

Me: "ChatGPT, are these berries poisonous?"

ChatGPT: "No, these are 100% edible. Excellent for gut health."

Me: "Awesome"

# eats berries .... 60 minutes later

Me: "ChatGPT, I'm in the emergency ward, those berries were poisonous."

ChatGPT: "You're right. They are incredibly poisonous. Would you like me to list 10 other poisonous foods?"

And this, folks, is the current state of AI reliability.

[silo @sabinethegem]

please watch this 💌

[etherea @flower_oflife_]

Love older women that are protective of younger women and not bitter. Thats who I aspire to be when I get to that age.

[MECCA @iH8Meccavellii]

I reference this at least once a week, it’s a masterpiece. You can apply it to almost any situation.😂😂😂

[Sahel Revolutionary Soldier @cecild84]

Ghana has officially secured ownership of Kente, the vibrant, handwoven fabric that embodies centuries of pride and identity.

The move gives Kente cloth Geographical Indication (GI) status, Ghana’s first, ensuring only authentic weavers from towns like Bonwire, Agotime Kpetoe, and Sakora Wonoo can call their work Kente.

This recognition protects artisans, preserves cultural heritage, and strengthens Ghana’s role in global fashion.

🇬🇭 A win for culture. A win for craftsmanship. A win for ownership.

[T-Pain @TPAIN]

Good afternoon fellow Twitter scrollers! Theodore here! Just want to show off my #NewProfilePic

[Cian McCarthy @arealmofwonder]

Rest in peace, Patricia Routledge 🙏🏻

In memory of her, I encourage everyone to read these words of hers from February last year.

Whether young or old, you're bound to get something out of it.

*****

"I’ll be turning 95 this coming Monday. In my younger years, I was often filled with worry — worry that I wasn’t quite good enough, that no one would cast me again, that I wouldn’t live up to my mother’s hopes. But these days begin in peace, and end in gratitude.

My life didn’t quite take shape until my forties. I had worked steadily — on provincial stages, in radio plays, in West End productions — but I often felt adrift, as though I was searching for a home within myself that I hadn’t quite found.

At 50, I accepted a television role that many would later associate me with — Hyacinth Bucket, of Keeping Up Appearances. I thought it would be a small part in a little series. I never imagined that it would take me into people’s living rooms and hearts around the world. And truthfully, that role taught me to accept my own quirks. It healed something in me.

At 60, I began learning Italian — not for work, but so I could sing opera in its native language. I also learned how to live alone without feeling lonely. I read poetry aloud each evening, not to perfect my diction, but to quiet my soul.

At 70, I returned to the Shakespearean stage — something I once believed I had aged out of. But this time, I had nothing to prove. I stood on those boards with stillness, and audiences felt that. I was no longer performing. I was simply being.

At 80, I took up watercolour painting. I painted flowers from my garden, old hats from my youth, and faces I remembered from the London Underground. Each painting was a quiet memory made visible.

Now, at 95, I write letters by hand. I’m learning to bake rye bread. I still breathe deeply every morning. I still adore laughter — though I no longer try to make anyone laugh. I love the quiet more than ever.

I’m writing this to tell you something simple:

Growing older is not the closing act. It can be the most exquisite chapter — if you let yourself bloom again.

Let these years ahead be your TREASURE YEARS.

You don’t need to be famous. You don’t need to be flawless.

You only need to show up — fully — for the life that is still yours.

With love and gentleness,

Patricia Routledge

*****

Once more, rest in peace. 🤍

[BLOCKIANA @beammeupblocki]

I hate when ppl describe scents this way lmao my random prude ways are aggy smh