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pisgah, al

[⟡Saint✦ @Starinabirdcage]

remember to check on your southern friends they're probably suicidal rn

[nazzo @nazzobetweeting]

“slice” is KILLING ME 😭

[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.

[Jade Stanton @jadethebpdcoach]

My parents took my phone once in the middle of a severe depression, while on family vacation in the middle of the Georgia woods. I thought I would legitimately die over Thanksgiving break. I pitched a fit accordingly.

24 hours later I was bored, and my tantrum had tuckered itself out.

I ended up hiking, skateboarding with my brother, toasting marshmallows, and having one of the best vacations of my entire childhood. I can still taste the cranberry sauce and hot chocolate.

It doesn’t take a genius to see what the phones are doing to the youth.

It doesn’t take a massive campaign, or a law to change it.

Just a strong stomach for teenage tantrums and a patience that can outlast them.

Take the damn phones.

[octopus/caveman @octopuscaveman]

Guy at work farted in the office so bad that we all cleared out and when we had a meeting about how people need to go outside to fart from here on, absolutely nobody laughed or even smiled. It was a fart so bad it made the entire concept of farts unfunny for all of us

[autist @litteralyme0]

Me on January 1st: “2026 is my year”

Me on Monday, January 19th 2026:

[annalise @gowonite]

first trial as an attorney-at-law and my client got 16 years

[misa! @misak1nz]

gonna start texting back next year

[chloé @chloejm12]

the hottest thing a man can do is be gentle

[julia @juumelo_]

in addition to being a sweet gentle girl I am also deeply angry and violent. this is endearing to right person I’m sure

[poppa @popitforpoppa]

when i die boomerang them lowering me into the ground please

[dennis reynolds @mscoleybeee]

I’ve called off because I’ve gotten 7 hours of sleep instead of 8

[Beth McColl @imbethmccoll]

paid for something at [department store] and then remembered i wanted a gift card so i said “oh can i also grab one of these” and she said “yes…. imagine if i said no though”
and i was like “lol.. can i do £50” and she said “yes… but imagine if i said no again” sorry i love her

[clare @sadderlizards]

saturday night in my 20s