Haylie 🎨

Caffeinated artist who loves hippo campus too much. 🐛

[Haylie 🎨 @hayliefitz]

Boys by hippo campus got me like:

[Haylie 🎨 @hayliefitz]

@k_freemanhaynes HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEEN!! I hope you have the best day!

[Haylie 🎨 @hayliefitz]

I’m currently in an art competition and would appreciate it if you took the time to vote for me!

https://t.co/1DJR5CNbZf

[✧ 𝖑𝖊𝖝 ✧ @lexallnight]

i get high in public and dig in my tote bag for 20 minutes

[Filippa⸆⸉🧡❤️‍🔥 @torturedpoet003]

This is Rama Duwaji. A Syrian illustrator and animator, and a freaking cool human being. She's also married to Zohran Mamdani.

"Using art as a tool to speak up against oppression and fight for liberation" 👏👏👏

[Kala Elizabeth @kalaelizabeth]

"You hate AI because it's going to replace you" Actually, I hate genAI because it is built off of stolen data, it breaks copyright laws, it's poisoning the planet & black communities. It's raising our electricity bills. It's spreading misinformation & making people fucking stupid

[soul nate @MNateShyamalan]

so crazy to just be living every day through the slow motion car crash of escalating fascism and it’s still like. aw man i have to go to the dentist

[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 The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.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.

[Melanie D'Arrigo @DarrigoMelanie]

I feel like this photo of masked, armed men pepper spraying a pastor protecting his community is going to be a defining picture of this moment in America for a long, long time.

[Antifa_Ultras @ultras_antifaa]

“No Halloween this year… The Horror Isreal!”

[Brian Krassenstein @krassenstein]

BREAKING: Tim Walz on Donald Trump:

“My god, we've got the White House threatening investigations and jail time because an escalator stopped?

Walk up the damn stairs!"

[Chief Nerd @TheChiefNerd]

COLBERT: “Did you ever think the President of the United States would be celebrating your unemployment?”

KIMMEL: “That son of a b*tch … I never imagined there would be a situation in which the President of our country was celebrating hundreds of Americans losing their jobs.”

[Mark R. Brown, AICP, CNU @Car_Free_USA]

In America that building would have been torn down in 1978 for a parking lot.

[Adrian Zahir⚡ @ForwardsMarch]

Greta Thunberg smiling and refusing when an IDF official offers her bread 🍞 Indeed, if they were so kind they would have let the #GlobalSumudFlotilla sail safely to #Gaza.

[kendall @internetfairie]

ever since i was a little girl i have loved staying up really late hanging out with myself and thinking about stuff and things

[Pop Crave @PopCrave]

Sabrina Carpenter on her love of travel and new perspectives:

“You learn more about life in a 20-minute conversation with someone from Italy than in 20 years in the U.S.”

🔗: https://t.co/USGpyBu5XE

[MAGA Cult Slayer @MAGACult2]

Neil Young!!! Calling out the crime in DC at the White House

[jacob @thesoggyblanket]

Photos I took of signs in the American South

[Meidas_Charise Lee @charise_lee]

THEY WANT US TO SUFFER ‼️