pretty witchy

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[🌹M.A.D.D.Y🌹 @amadaoffor]

Daemon would have burnt the Greens and the civilians too for having the audacity to attend the coronation of a usurper.😭

[rhaenyra targaryen's lawyer @Targ_Nation]

people will see lines like this and still tell you with a straight face the dance of dragons isn't about misogyny lmao

[LandonTengwall @LandonTengwall]

Man Chipotle really sucks now. How am I going to be in your establishment and you’re telling me the vinaigrette dressing is for online orders only. Bro, I’m standing in front of you and we can both see a pile of cups full of the vinaigrette, give me one

[Buitengebieden @buitengebieden]

Cookie time.. 😊

[maddie @madsssagascar]

“post a photo dump of you from 2016!” absolutely not. what the fuck is wrong with you

[pretty witchy @tayliebray]

@notlilhaleyy I don’t pray but I’m praying 😓

[pretty witchy @tayliebray]

@DestinyKyri And I’m willing to die on this hill

[⚚Sage @belikesagee]

“for you, i would” a love language.

[hera @shiningdaisies]

lately there has been too many days in a row

[pretty witchy @tayliebray]

This is my fave gelphie doodle yet I’m in love

[ai.࿔*:･ೃ @lovinglydrawn]

more #gelphie doodlez. still figuring out how i wanna draw them !

[e. 🍉 | lesbian glinda truther @elphieupland]

she sure as hell didn't need to look at things another way

[Alicent "Incredibly Closeted" Hightower 🏳️‍🌈 @alicents_lawyer]

Chistery having beef with Elphaba bc she left him behind with the little pink one who cries all the time

[a.🫧 @xcowboygeniusx]

jon m. chu so incredibly real bc we all know he wasn't allowed to textually acknowledge glinda's homosexuality so he proceeded to put her inside as many closets as possible

[Partna @onIychloexhalle]

Elphaba seeing Dorothy keeping Toto on a leash:

[MC Squared @mcsquared34]

Pretty wild watching health workers going from “essential” and “heroes” in 2020 to “unprofessional” in 2025

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.

Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.

One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.

Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.

Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"

"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."

He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."

The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."

Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.

But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,

"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."

So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.

Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."

Let this story reach more hearts....

Credit: Mary Nelson

[Drebae @Drebae_]

YOUR religion doesn’t prohibit ME from doing anything. It prohibits YOU.

Learn the difference & stay out my business.

[☆ laney ☆ @laneybabyart]

one time I was in a witchy shop and a homeless man walked in with a baby kitten he found, asking if they could help get food for it. without hesitation the girls went in the back and got a bag of cat food and some of their lunch for him to eat. I was petting the cat and he told us that he had just gone into a church asking for help and they immediately kicked him out. we need less preaching and more practicing