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aspiring graphic novelist • lvl22 • he/they/it • BLM. ACAB. ABOLISH ICE! • @sprthin ♡ pfp by Nannkidai ALSO IM GAY

[77 @pizza3075]

did u know the oldest vocaloids are old enough to graduate college and join the workforce? happy 22nd anniversaries, leon and lola, the start of it all!!! 🥳🥳🥳

[Hiroshi… is busy in uni @Hiiroshiiii]

Bayonetta too tall for the e-jeep

[Sabrina Carpenter @SabrinaAnnLynn]

@WhiteHouse this video is evil and disgusting. Do not ever involve me or my music to benefit your inhumane agenda.

[B☻! 🍉 @mx_walkz]

She’s Mr. Boss’s masseuse in the Salty’s episode

[Whisgoon @Whisgoon]

Love the detail of Charlie’s girlfriend being noticeably younger than him

[B☻! 🍉 @mx_walkz]

@bishiepro Aoba is definitely my fav !!! Thank you for doing this, I really wanted the poster but can’t afford the bundle/wouldn’t use everything 💔 fingers crossed, gonna enter on IG too!

[B☻! 🍉 @mx_walkz]

Just woke up from sleep paralysis and the demons told me that the cast of Wicked is Like That because they think Oz is real

[✞ 𝕷𝖆𝖒𝖇 𝖔𝖋 𝕲𝖔𝖉 @Lamb_Studio]

Cassandra Complex: FINAL Trailer

[B☻! 🍉 @mx_walkz]

@garf_enjoyer Haiiii Zoe :3

[B☻! 🍉 @mx_walkz]

I log into this account for the first time in weeks, maybe even months, and this is what I see

[B☻! 🍉 @mx_walkz]

I just backed Cassandra Complex: Tactical Emo Action/Horror Anime on @Kickstarter https://t.co/pCV5PiXW5H

[Barbie 🎀 Agitprop @BarbieAgitprop]

The People's Republic of New York RISE UP

[Travis Akers 🇺🇸 @travisakers]

A message from a Kindergarten teacher:

After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old:

“My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.”

No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.”

My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me.

When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic.

But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.

My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown.

And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice.

They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer.

The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.”

As if kindness were a weakness.

Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure —
a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.”
a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.”
a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.”

Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up.

But this last year broke something in me.

The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival.

I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times.

So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998:

“Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.”

I sat on the floor and cried.

No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications.

I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced.

I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers.

So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try.

Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

[B☻! 🍉 @mx_walkz]

@burgerhour Actually I mightve seen it and not realized it was you …… pop off!!!!!

[B☻! 🍉 @mx_walkz]

@burgerhour Maybe idk … show me anyways

[Prez @PrezLives2022]

So if Florida eliminates the vaccine mandate because the government has no right to tell people what to do with their body then the government needs to reinstate the right to an abortion. Bunch of hypocrites these MAGA folks are.

[emily north @north0fnorth]

lab-grown meat, non-animal butter, and similar stuff that lets people consume animal products without harming animals is genuinely one of the coolest technological achievements of the contemporary era. i’m not even vegan and it still seems like such an obvious ethical improvement

[🍉 🇲🇾Tobi @LiberalSpamton]

In america, if you shoot a mass murderer you get the death penalty but if you raped a child you'll become the president

[Spencer Beswick @spencerbeswick]

bell hooks: "The first act of violence that patriarchy demands of males is not violence toward women. Instead patriarchy demands of all males that they engage in acts of psychic self-mutilation, that they kill off the emotional parts of themselves. 1/2

[àjọkẹ́ @fuckshitpoet]

the ppl arguing that this is in defense of hitler is exactly why we need more historians. i feel like objectively pointing out the ways in which society contributed to the creation of hitler is deffo not a defense of him rather an intentional effort to circumvent the rise of