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#thatscutekeepitup

[Paul Bronks @SlenderSherbet]

Them: "You hide your emotions so well"

Me when someone I don't like is talking:

[Tax Verstappen @mostlyboxbox]

Why are threesomes only for sex, why can't I join some random couples in arguments

[Melchior💫🐫 @Dxke_fz]

My national hero in a backshot on the MV Dreamchaser 2, thats Bajan heritage

[yagi @yducknow]

When you realize everything is so expensive and still God hasn’t let you you go hungry, homeless or empty

[Mark 15:35 @TinaZinhle]

I want to cry but schedule is tight tight.

[D. @Lush_Beauty1]

Girls, please PICK THE GENTLE ONE. The kind one. The one who brings you peace. The protective one. The one who is sure of you. The one who respects you. The one who understands your silence.. The one who sees your heart without judgment. The one who holds your dreams with care.

[Racquel 🍉 @arressaych]

After God, fear men.

[Ty 💋 @imtaitianaj]

I would do anything to have God come sit next to me & tell me what to do next

[D. @Lush_Beauty1]

He didn’t say maybe, He said SURELY goodness and mercy will follow you all the days of your life. (Psalm 23).

[Temi Of ATL🇺🇸🇳🇬 @FavorGrace90]

Spoiler Alert: You are about to cry like a baby because God just Answered your Prayer!!

[KOJO chopMONEY 🦅 @Chopmonie_1]

God please not only in march but the rest of my life..

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

On July 3, 1976, Tina Turner waited until her husband, Ike, fell asleep in their Dallas hotel room. Her face was swollen and bruised from another beating. In her pocket were just 36 cents and a Mobil gas card. Nothing more.

She slipped out of the Statler Hilton and ran. Not toward a car. Not toward help she could call. She ran straight across Interstate 30, weaving through traffic in the dark, nearly hit by a truck, driven by nothing but survival. On the other side stood the Ramada Inn. The manager recognized her instantly, even through the injuries. He gave her a room on the eleventh floor and placed a guard outside her door. For three days, Tina stayed hidden there, too injured to even eat properly, letting her body begin to heal.

Three weeks later, she filed for divorce. When asked what she wanted from sixteen years of marriage, her answer stunned everyone. She wanted nothing except her name. No house. No money. No royalties. Just “Tina Turner.” A name created to control her, now the only thing she could use to rebuild her life.

She walked away with debt, an IRS tax lien, and an industry that believed she was finished. Nearly forty years old, a Black woman in a business obsessed with youth, with no ownership of her past music. The odds were stacked brutally against her.

But Tina refused to accept defeat. She turned to Nichiren Buddhism, chanting daily for strength. She took every job she could find. Game shows. Hotel lounges. County fairs. Corporate events. She even cleaned houses between performances. While the world called her a has-been, she was quietly reconstructing herself piece by piece.

Then came 1984.

At forty-four, she released Private Dancer. It changed everything. The album sold more than twenty million copies. “What’s Love Got to Do with It” reached number one, her first solo chart-topper. She won three Grammy Awards in 1985, performed at Live Aid, and starred in Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome. The world finally recognized her as the Queen of Rock and Roll.

Her second act lasted decades. Record-breaking tours. Twelve Grammy Awards. Over one hundred million records sold. A career rebuilt entirely on her own terms.

And love found her too. Erwin Bach met Tina at an airport in 1986 and never left her side. When her kidneys failed in 2016, he offered her one of his own without hesitation. In 2017, he kept that promise and saved her life.

On May 24, 2023, Tina Turner passed away peacefully in Switzerland at the age of eighty-three, with Erwin beside her. She left behind more than music. She left proof.

It is never too late to reclaim your life. You can begin again at forty. At fifty. At any age. All it takes is the courage to cross the road.

Thirty-six cents. A gas card. And an unbreakable will.

That is how legends are made.

[໊ @chrollosoll]

I don't know about yall but I have NEVER seen a gay man get his ass whooped and I've seen PLENTY of them fight. IYKYK!! Alllllll their LIFE they had to fight!

[Heatherheather007 @LibertyValkyrie]

This is Marcus, and his accidental service dog, Gunner.

Marcus served 3 deployments to Afghanistan. For years, he’s woken up at 3am, drenched in sweat, convinced he’s in back in Kandahar.

Gunner came to the family when his owner passed away, which was a neighbor of Marcus. On the first night they had him, Marcus had a nightmare, and Gunner immediately jumped on his chest, and laid on him. For the first time in years, Marcus didn’t thrash, and was able to just breath, despite almost 80lbs of weight on him. Gunner laid on him for 2hrs+ that night.

Marcus’s wife had urged him to get help for years. She was able to catch it on recording, to show to his counselor. The counselor told them what Gunner was doing was called “Pressure Therapy”…which is what PTSD service dogs are trained to do.

Gunner never had training. He just had instincts, and an instant bond. The term, “Man’s best friend” doesn’t cut it sometimes.

[✯ @sine_minaj]

If I ask a man for something and I detect a split second of irritation… nevermind.

[BAMIDELE🕊 @thenihiin]

my sex drive is really dependent on how you make me feel emotionally

[D. @Lush_Beauty1]

Me sleeping like a baby tonight knowing the same God who kept me today will keep me tomorrow.