ryan 🫶🏻

[mark ૮๑ˊᯅˋ๑ა @markseasy]

hello down there

[ryan 🫶🏻 @mopeyotter]

It’s finally hitting me that I’ll be in New York City next week for a few days and I’m lowkey nervous 😬

[ryan 🫶🏻 @mopeyotter]

@TeegeDreams big boobs big boob big boobs big boobs big boobs big boobs big boobs big boobs big bobbies big boobies big boobs

[ryan 🫶🏻 @mopeyotter]

@bradleyberdecia im so excited to see them on the 22nd 😭 im going to be changed forever.

[ugonwa @imaIiabiIityx]

you were at my wedding 😭 i was broken you were drunk 😭 you could’ve told me not to do it 😭 i would’ve run i would have run 😭 tell me what was the moment you decided to give up 😭 you could’ve told me what you wanted i would’ve done 😭 anything 😭 i would’ve done anythinggg 😭

[matt bernstein @mattxiv]

support the couple’s legal fees: https://t.co/ai1bmIMn2b

[Zweil @somethings_awry]

Shooting my shot by liking your tweets and never talking to you

[ryan 🫶🏻 @mopeyotter]

@wallahibestie carryonryan :)

[ryan 🫶🏻 @mopeyotter]

@CwrNew @zee_pruk you missed a spot! 🤭

[archive 🌈 @dollcinema]

these legends

[coitadinho da silva jr @pedrocostadsc]

queria que alguém me ligasse bebado e se declarasse pra mim

[mark ૮๑ˊᯅˋ๑ა @markseasy]

happy valentine’s day babies 💌

[ryan 🫶🏻 @mopeyotter]

@sonicdrivein not serving gravy anymore makes me so fucking sad 😢 best part of a breakfast toaster was having gravy to dip it in!

[ryan 🫶🏻 @mopeyotter]

@TeegeDreams 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️

[ryan 🫶🏻 @mopeyotter]

@MadTsai body tea tho ✨

[Ben Crump @AttorneyCrump]

Keith Porter Jr. was a father of two, a son, and a brother whose life was stolen by an off-duty ICE agent. His family gathered in grief demanding the truth. We will continue to stand with Keith Porter Jr.’s family until there is justice, transparency, and answers.

[ryan 🫶🏻 @mopeyotter]

@TeegeDreams Give me a slice so I can pick off all the pineapple 🥰

[Amanda Gorman @TheAmandaGorman]

For Renee Nicole Good
Killed by I.C.E. on January 7, 2026

by Amanda Gorman

They say she is no more,
That there her absence roars,
Blood-blown like a rose.
Iced wheels flinched & froze.
Now, bare riot of candles,
Dark fury of flowers,
Pure howling of hymns.

If for us she arose,
Somewhere, in the pitched deep of our grief,
Crouches our power,
The howl where we begin,
Straining upon the edge of the crooked crater
Of the worst of what we’ve been.

Change is only possible,
& all the greater,
When the labour
& bitter anger of our neighbors
Is moved by the love 
& better angels of our nature.

What they call death & void,
We know is breath & voice; 
In the end, gorgeously, 
Endures our enormity. 

You could believe departed to be the dawn
When the blank night has so long stood.
But our bright-fled angels will never be fully gone,
When they forever are so fiercely Good.