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[d @irasaidre]

youtube’s comment section wisdom. markicob

[𐕣 @gumvape]

Your death will come on an ordinary day, in the middle of unfinished plans and the world will continue without you.

So live a little.

[vintagelover @queennaurelia]

When I finally get to see him again

[Mada Riyanhadi 📸 @Madariyanhadi]

“kok kamu jarang keluar rumah?”

rumahku:

[Audrey @audrlo]

this is how i've lived my life.

it's served me pretty well so far.

[유넝이 @yuunnuunng]

나 네번ㅁ재꺼맨날하는데 존나시원함 자고일어낫는데 좀 결린다 싶으면 하는데 바로풀림

[d @irasaidre]

@mywindowpouring @representatif terus yang pemiliknya sumsel asli siapa kaa?

[sammm ☆ @onlysammms]

i just read a post that said " life becomes so beautiful when you realise that one step backwards is also the part of the dance" holyyyy fuccckkkkk

[d @irasaidre]

@e100ss lagi ada apa yah

[D. @Lush_Beauty1]

Reconciliation requires two people telling the truth.. not one person doing emotional cartwheels while the other hides behind denial.
You can’t rebuild trust with someone who refuses to name their part.

[Yves ౨ৎ @yvessirae]

I saw my husband differently after something that happened at the grocery store.
We were in line when the cashier, trying to be funny, said,
“Wow, you’ve got your hands full. Bet she spends all your money too, huh?”
A couple people chuckled.
I felt that familiar, small smile forming the one women use when they’re about to brush off something uncomfortable.
Before I could say anything, my husband looked at him and said,
“She built half of what we have. I’m lucky she lets me spend hers.”
It wasn’t loud.
It wasn’t aggressive.
It was calm. Certain.
The cashier went quiet.
He didn’t turn it into banter.
He didn’t let it slide to keep things easy.
He corrected it without making me the punchline.
And in that moment, I felt something settle in my chest.
It wasn’t about money. It was about respect.
He didn’t need a dramatic scene.
He just made it clear I’m not the joke in any room he’s in.
And I realized,
it’s one thing to be loved in private.
It’s another thing to be honored in public.
That’s when I knew I was safe.

[d @irasaidre]

@MenteriPekerja @raevelvetmoon tida

[𝒮𝒶𝓂 @2xsam_]

If you don't actively shape the life you desire each day, you'll eventually wake up to find that years have slipped by unnoticed.

[d @irasaidre]

Do you remember when you joined X? I do! #MyXAnniversary

[NA WILLA BELUM TURUN BIOSKOP ✨ @Adriandhy]

Paham poinnya, kurang setuju sama urutan langkahnya.

1. Validasi dulu emosinya.
2. Emosi tervalidasi, data akan naik ke permukaan, emosi akan minggir alami.

Kalau emosi langsung dibuang, pencernaan data juga tidak akan jernih karena masih terganggu rasa yang masih nyangkut.

[Tim Kardashian ™ @timmymalachi]

SJW pesta ultah anak di panti asuhan memang terlihat empati banget.

Tapi sudut pandang anak yatim piatu justru berbeda 180°. Mereka senang karena bisa makan enak. Dapat tamu yang punya cerita banyak. Bahkan termotivasi saat dewasa harus bisa sukses supaya bisa makan enak seperti saat pesta.

Jadi buat orang tua yang punya anak dan ingin merayakan ulangtahun berbagi dengan anak2 yatim piatu di panti asuhan. Ga usah ragu-ragu ya. Apalagi di bulan Ramadan seperti ini.

[timi @Timiii360]

you never actually realize how much trauma affects your behavior until you find someone who genuinely cares about you

[☈€ᗰ☡€↳ 🥀⭒ @ohremzel]

NOBODY can mess with your MAN unless he's interested

[Yves ౨ৎ @yvessirae]

I didn’t call my husband crying.
I called him angry.
It was 11:47 PM. I was sitting on the kitchen floor, laptop open, staring at an email that said my contract wasn’t being renewed. Just like that. Two years of overtime, weekends, skipped holidays — gone in one paragraph.
When he answered, I didn’t even say hello.
“I lost my job.”
Silence. Not the awkward kind. The steady kind.
He said, “Okay. I’m coming home.”
He was on a night shift. I told him not to. I said I didn’t want him to risk it. I said I was fine.
He said, “You’re not.”
Twenty minutes later, I heard the door.
He didn’t try to fix it. Didn’t start giving solutions. Didn’t say, “You’ll find something better.” Didn’t minimize it.
He just sat on the floor with me.
He ordered food because he knew I hadn’t eaten. He closed my laptop because he knew I’d keep rereading the email. He made a list the next morning not of jobs for me but of bills he could cover alone “for as long as it takes.”
The next week, I found out he had quietly moved money from his personal savings into our joint account.
Not because I asked.
Because he anticipated.
Months later, when I apologized for being “a burden,” he looked genuinely confused.
“We’re married,” he said. “There is no yours and mine when things fall apart. There’s just us.”
That’s when I understood something about marriage.
It’s not about who plans the best anniversary or posts the sweetest captions.
It’s about who sits on the kitchen floor with you when your world collapses.
It’s about who absorbs your panic without adding their own.
It’s about who turns “your problem” into “our plan.”
Marriage isn’t loud.
It’s steady.
And when it’s real, you don’t have to beg someone to show up.
They already grabbed their keys.

[We Assess and Draw Cats 🐾 @WeAssessCats]

The photo my mom sent me when I asked her on LINE, “Is the cat at home doing okay?”