Issy

[👍 @CLINT419]

if ur not ready to approach ur creative work with an athlete-like mindset in this current age then pack it in

[Wale @Wale]

Every era MJ on every algorithim ... 🥲🥲 seein him make new fans in 2026 is Beautiful

[KTB @youluvktb]

we gotta find a way to bring back Michael Jackson

[tyris ✰ @TYRISPRINT]

do y’all understand how insane this is?

[♡ @chaeani13]

watching revenge of the sith for the millionth time and anakin still turns to the dark side

[H Y R O @heyrow]

Purpose. That album basically rewired how people heard Justin Bieber. The EDM boom cooled off, Purpose introduced a sleeker groove-driven pop sound, and suddenly the guy people mocked in 2010 was setting the tone for the rest of the decade.

[Issy @isaiah_stj]

minecraft built us for this moment

[JB @JBTHEPLUG1]

Gun pointed at your head, name a wood.

[wendell sandico @wendellsandico]

actually yeah you should be winning an Oscar for discovering Chase Infiniti

[Film Updates @FilmUpdates]

Viola Davis delivers a powerful acceptance speech for the Chairman’s Award at the 2026 NAACP Image Awards

[autist @litteralyme0]

best tv show of the year

[taha @KhanStopMe]

this is due to the british instinct to dream small

[victor @sacrificeofvic]

The BBC omitted “free Palestine” from their broadcast of the BAFTAs, which is on a 2 hour delay, but not the part where two Black men were called a racial slur while on stage.

[Steve · Millionaire Habits @SteveOnSpeed]

I’m convinced living in a warm and sunny climate all year is 100x better for your mental and physical health than living in a cold hell hole for nearly a quarter of the year.

[YT @tolafolaa]

biggest british stinker ever is the separate hot and cold water taps who tf cooked that one up

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

I drive Uber. Night shift mostly. Last week picked up an old man at 11 PM. He got in and said: "I need you to drive me to five places tonight. I'll pay you $500. Cash. But you can't ask why until we're done." Handed me five addresses. First stop: a house in the suburbs. He sat in the car. Stared at it for ten minutes. Crying silently. "Okay. Next one." I drove.

Second stop: elementary school. Empty. Dark. He got out. Walked to the playground. Sat on a swing. Stayed there twenty minutes. Came back to the car. "I taught here. 43 years. Best job I ever had." Third stop: diner. He went inside. Ordered coffee. Sat alone in a booth. Didn't drink it. Just sat. Looking around. Fifteen minutes. Came back. "My wife and I had our first date here. 1967." Fourth stop: cemetery.

He got out at the cemetery. Walked to a grave. Stood there. Talking to it. Couldn't hear what he said. Thirty minutes. When he came back his eyes were red. "My wife. Three years today." Fifth stop: hospital. He asked me to park. Wait. "This is the last one." He looked at me. "Now I'll tell you why. I have stage four cancer. Weeks left. Maybe days. Tonight I wanted to see my whole life. One last time. Before I can't anymore."

I started crying. Right there. "The house - that's where I raised my kids. The school - where I found my purpose. The diner - where I fell in love. The cemetery - where I said goodbye. And here. The hospital. Where I'm checking in tonight. Hospice floor. I'm not going home." He handed me $500. "Thank you for driving me through my life. You're the last stranger who'll ever be kind to me. I wanted it to be gentle. You made it gentle."

I refused the money. "I can't take this." He insisted. "Please. I have nobody to leave it to. My kids don't talk to me. I have no friends left. You gave me three hours of kindness. That's worth more than $500 to me." He got out. Grabbed his small suitcase. Turned back. "What's your name?" "Marcus." "Thank you, Marcus. For being the last good thing." He walked into the hospital. I sat in my car. Sobbing. For an hour.

Couldn't stop thinking about him. Went back next day. Asked for him. "Mr. Patterson. Room 412." Brought flowers. Knocked. He was in bed. Smiled when he saw me. "Marcus. You came back." "Couldn't leave it like that. Are you okay?" "Dying. But I got to see my life last night. So yes. I'm okay." We talked for two hours. About his wife. His students. The kids who stopped calling. The life he lived.

I visited every day for two weeks. Brought coffee. Read him the news. Sat in silence sometimes. He told me everything. The regrets. The joys. The moments he'd relive. "I thought I'd die alone," he said one day. "But you're here. A stranger who became family in my last days. That's a gift." I held his hand. "You're not dying alone. Not anymore." He cried. "Thank you for seeing me. When I was invisible."

Mr. Patterson died on a Tuesday. 3:17 AM. I was there. Holding his hand. His last words: "Tell people. Tell them to look at strangers. Really look. Everyone's dying. Some faster than others. But we're all heading somewhere. Be kind on the way. You were kind. You saved my last days." He closed his eyes. Heart monitor flatlined. I stayed another hour. Couldn't let go. He died with someone. That mattered.

His funeral had six people. Me. Three nurses. A lawyer. One former student who saw the obituary. That's it. A man who taught for 43 years. Loved a woman for 52. Lived 81 years. Six people. I spoke. "Mr. Patterson taught me something in his last two weeks.

Every stranger is someone's whole world. Every Uber passenger has a story. Every person you pass is living and dying and hoping someone sees them. He paid me $500 to drive him through his life. But he gave me something worth more. The knowledge that kindness to strangers isn't extra. It's everything. Because we're all strangers. Until someone stops. Looks. Listens. Stays." I keep the $500 in my glove box. Never spent it. It's a reminder.

[Qui-Gon Jim @jimbojd4]

Baile Inolvidable legit one of the best songs ever recorded.

[CEO CTi @billion_at_21]

UK Nigga With A US Mindset

[Trizz @Tr1zz]

Underground rapper. No Grammies, no mainstream label push, just me and my lil team and prolly don’t know or never heard of me but I believe in the 1000 fan rule. If u have 1000 solid/dedicated fans, u can live off of your music. Social media tells u that if you aren’t Drake/ mainstream then u failed as a rapper which is totally false. Merch, shows, streams, features, etc…brings in a lot of money if you are consistent. 100k is nothing if you grind. Ask Larry June, Curren$y, Russ and LaRussell.

[goma @soigomaa]

when you realize that posting for one person on your story is the modern equivalent of gatsby throwing massive parties in hopes that daisy would notice from across the lake.