A NGHUMBI HUN♈️

what am I doing here?💀

[Shafeeq @Y2SHAF]

Adulthood is learning the importance of cleaning as you go along

[iMpumelelo🕯 @ki_mberlyyyy]

My dad made sure each of the three of us has a house in our names. We might struggle here and there, but it is not the same because at the end of the month, money comes in from the tenants. I thank God for that man every day🙏🏿❤️

[Nithya Shri @Nithya_Shrii]

I don’t want to work somewhere that is “like a family”. I want to work somewhere that understands that we HAVE families.

[Airika👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏾 @buzzedcutie]

I'm a very independent woman but I have NO desire to be with someone that watches me do everything on my own.

[𝗄𝖺𝗄𝗁𝗈𝗓𝖺 @simphiweyinkoc_]

One thing I learned long ago, PLAN YOUR OWN BIRTHDAY! Even if it’s just you celebrating alone. Don’t let nobody stop your shine on your day!!

[Gomolemo.❤️ @RoyaltyGomo]

This made my whole month if not year🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[22gunner @Gnar1104]

i think one of the healthiest things i've ever learned is that you should allow others to reintroduce themselves to you, even your closest friends. Give people space to become who they are without assuming you know who they are just because you've been friends/family for years

[♰ 𝙽𝚊𝚎𝚝𝚘 @fw_naetoblaq]

Deciding to get up

[gina 🌷 @ancookiee]

I can stay in my house for a week straight without getting bored as long as I have food and good internet

[Reads with Ravi @readswithravi]

I’m in love with this sentence:

“The best math you can learn is how to calculate the future cost of current decisions.”

[Kia 🧸ྀི @xevekiah]

“I don’t understand why women don’t just report it if it really happened.”
When I was 19, I reported mine. I had bruises. Hospital photos. Text messages of him apologizing the next morning. My friends drove me to the station because I could barely stop shaking. I thought evidence would make it simple. I thought truth would be enough.
Months later, I was the one on trial. His lawyer printed my Instagram photos and held them up in court. Asked why I wore crop tops. Asked why I drank that night. Asked why I didn’t scream louder. He replayed my police interview and pointed out every time I hesitated, every time I cried, every time my timeline wasn’t perfectly linear. “If it was traumatic,” he said, “why can’t she remember clearly?”
Sitting there while strangers debated my pain like it was a group project felt like being stripped again. My messages were projected on a screen. My body was described in detail. My character was picked apart like that was the real crime.
He walked out on bail. I walked out with panic attacks.
That’s why some women don’t report. Because even with bruises. Even with screenshots. Even when you do everything “right.” You still have to survive the assault twice, once in private, and once in public, just to maybe be believed.

[▫️ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖀𝖈𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖎♥ ▫️ @Iam_uchemordi]

Craving international opportunities mehn.

Oh Chim.

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

My daughter stopped coming out of her room six months after her best friend died in a car accident. She was fourteen and the grief swallowed her whole, turned her into this ghost who only existed behind a closed door I wasn't allowed to knock on. Her therapist said to give her space, her father said to give her time, but I was watching my child disappear and nobody could tell me how to pull her back. I'd stand outside her door at night listening to her cry and feeling like the most useless mother who ever lived.
She mentioned once, months ago before everything went dark, that her friend always said if she could paint her room any color it would be hot pink because her parents would never let her. Such a small stupid thing to remember but it was the only piece of her I had left that still felt alive. I bought the paint on a Tuesday, the kind of bright aggressive pink that makes your eyes hurt, and I didn't ask permission. Just walked into her room while she was at a therapy appointment and started painting her door. When she came home she stood in the hallway staring at it and I thought I'd made a terrible mistake, crossed some line I couldn't uncross.
She touched the door and started crying, said "this was her favorite color." I told her I knew, that I remembered everything she'd ever told me even when she thought I wasn't listening. We spent the next three days painting her whole room together, barely talking but working side by side. Found custom drawer pulls and hooks in a shop in matching pink and installed them while she told me stories about her friend I'd never heard. Started a small shop myself actually, selling painted doorstops and coat hooks in wild colors, every purchase going into a fund for teen grief counseling. My daughter helped me photograph them last week and I heard her laugh for the first time in eight months. This door didn't fix everything. But it opened something between us that had been locked shut. Her friend would've loved how bright it is. My daughter says the same thing every time she comes home now. That's enough.

By Jasmine lamb

[Buyi @zynnitta_true]

I will forever celebrate with people who got a new Job because that thing can be life changing.

[✧ @cessonmute]

This happened about five years ago. My mom was admitted to a psychiatric ward for schizophrenia, and we weren’t allowed to visit her. Even so, I went to the hospital every single day just to drop off her favorite snacks.
One afternoon, as I was walking back to my car, I suddenly heard a voice call out. I looked up. It was my mom.
She was peeking through a tiny gap in a third-floor window. It was the first time I had seen her face in weeks. I just froze… and then I started crying right there in the parking lot.
Then she began tossing the snacks I had brought her out the window, one by one.
With every throw, she shouted, “Give this to Peanut! Give this to Beans! Give this to your father!”
Peanut is me. Beans is my younger brother.
Even in the middle of her illness, even while she was battling her own mind, she was still thinking about her children. Still thinking about us.
I was sobbing as I picked the treats up from the ground, looking up at her and yelling back, “Okay! I will! Thank you!”
Later, I found out she spent hours every day staring at the parking lot, just waiting for my car to appear.
She was always waiting for me.

[‏ٰ @memesbyfavour]

Guys when I bump into you in public, I might say things like “we should hang out” I’m lying

[Raksha @caraksha103]

why does nobody ever talk about how you can talk to someone at work every single day for YEARS… then change jobs and NEVER speak again.

[Mntrazana @moanerleaser]

Elders really believe in reconciliation no matter the extent of the harm caused. Fortunately for me though, I don’t.🫶🏾