Veronica Bernal

'80s Child • Hopeless Romantic • Poetry Lover • Former UIL Spelling Champion 😊

[Veronica Bernal @vbernal94]

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[TQ♞ @lolntoday]

POV: When you're trying to sleep and you randomly think of something that needs to be googled

[Veronica Bernal @vbernal94]

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[PUNS @ThePunnyWorld]

Interviewer: Can you perform under pressure?

Me: I can do the Bowie part, but I don't have the upper range to sing the Freddie part.

[Princess A @cessadelove1]

Let’s pray:

Heavenly Father,
Thank You for being here with me, even when I feel alone, even when I don’t have the words. You see my heart, You know my needs, and You understand the things I can’t explain.
Lord, I lift everything to You right now: my worries, my pain, my hopes, and my dreams. I place them all in Your hands, because Your hands are stronger than mine. I can’t carry everything by myself anymore, so I surrender it all to You.
Please move in my life today.
Bring peace where there is fear.
Bring healing where there is pain.
Bring direction where there is confusion.
Bring joy where there has been sorrow.
Help me stand when I feel weak.
Help me believe when I’m struggling to see the way forward.
Help me rest in Your promise that You are working all things together for my good.
Let Your presence fill my heart, Your light guide my path, and Your love remind me that better days are coming.
Today, I choose to trust You completely, fully, and honestly.
In Jesus’ name,
Amen.

[mayerr @ymmayerr]

Some Twitter users don't even tweet, they just retweet, laugh, and have fun.

[USMC Lady Vet 🇺🇸 @Arkypatriot]

Sunday night

Christmas changes after 50.
Not in a way that takes something away—
but in a way that reveals what was always there.

When I was younger,
I thought Christmas lived in the noise.
The torn paper,
the last-minute assembling,
the full house,
the early mornings that came too fast.

I thought the magic was loud.

But now I know
it’s quiet.

It’s in the glow of the tree
before the day begins.
It’s in the memories that arrive unannounced—
some sweet,
some tender,
some carrying names I still miss.

After 50, Christmas becomes reflective.
Every ornament holds a season of life.
Every recipe remembers a pair of hands.
Every carol opens a door
to who we were then—
before we knew
how quickly time would move.

I didn’t understand back then
how fast children grow,
how parents age,
how suddenly a year becomes a memory.

But here I am now—
older,
a little slower,
and far more grateful.

Because Christmas after 50
isn’t about the rush anymore.
It’s about the stillness that settles in
when you finally realize
that time itself is the gift.

It’s holding the people you love
a little longer.
It’s releasing what never mattered.
It’s thanking God for another December—
another breath,
another chance to love well.

It’s sitting quietly
and realizing the greatest miracles
were never under the tree.
They were around it—
every child,
every answered prayer,
every ordinary moment
that turned out to be sacred.

Maybe that’s the beauty of growing older—
you stop chasing wonder
and start recognizing it.

So here’s to Christmas after 50—
where joy is gentler,
gratitude is deeper,
love is wider,
and the meaning is clearer than ever.

And if you’re reading this,
may you rest in this truth:
even as the years change us,
God’s love does not.

It was faithful then.
It is faithful now.
And it will be faithful
in every Christmas still to come.

Credit to the unknown author

[Crazy Vibes @CrazyVibes_1]

My name’s Daniel, I’m 45, and two weeks ago I learned something about my mother that I’m still ashamed I didn’t see sooner.
She’s 80, lives alone in the little tan house she’s been in for half a century. The one with the peeling shutters and the mailbox she still refuses to replace because “it works just fine.”
Last Wednesday, she called and said:
“Danny… I need help with my grocery list. Can you come? I think I’m forgetting things.”
My first instinct?
Annoyance.
I had deadlines.
Kids’ activities.
Bills on my desk.
A hundred things pulling me in every direction.
So I said, “Just tell me what you want. I’ll order it all online.”
But she was quiet for a long moment before whispering:
“I’d rather you come.”
So I did.
When I walked into her kitchen, three grocery bags were already sitting neatly on the counter.
“Mom… you already shopped,” I said, confused.
She waved her hand. “Those are just basics. I still need a few things.”
She opened her notebook — the same spiral-bound one she’s used for years — and handed it to me.
The list said:
• grapes
• paper towels
• coffee creamer
• company
And suddenly everything inside me went still.
She looked embarrassed, like a kid caught doing something wrong.
“I just… didn’t know how else to ask you to come,” she whispered. “You’re always so busy, and I didn’t want to bother you.”
That sentence —
those ten quiet words —
hit harder than anything I’ve felt in years.
My mom, the woman who worked two jobs and still made every school concert…
the woman who saved every drawing I ever made…
the woman who put herself last for decades…
felt she had to pretend she needed groceries
just to feel worthy of a visit from her own son.
I hugged her so tightly she laughed and said, “Oh goodness, you’ll break me.”
We never went to the store.
Instead, we sat at the tiny kitchen table covered in little sunflower placemats she’s had since the ’90s.
We talked about the neighbor’s new dog.
About her tomato plant that refuses to grow.
About my dad, and how she still forgets he’s not coming through the door sometimes.
I stayed longer than I planned.
Drank terrible instant coffee.
Listened — really listened — the way she used to listen to me.
Before I left, she walked me to the door and held my hand for a moment longer than usual.
“You made my week, sweetheart,” she said softly.
Driving home, I couldn’t shake one thought:
How many times did she wait by the window, hoping my car would turn into the driveway?
How many afternoons did she tell herself,
“He’ll come when he has time,”
while the house echoed with loneliness I didn’t notice?
I realized that somewhere along the road of adulthood —
work, kids, obligations, noise —
I started treating her like an errand.
Someone to “fit in” when life allowed it.
But to her?
I was never an errand.
I was her world.
And all she wanted
was an hour with her son
in the home where she raised him.
💛 THE LESSON
Your parents won’t always tell you they’re lonely.
They won’t always say they miss you.
They won’t always ask directly.
Sometimes they’ll hide it behind a grocery list.
Behind a broken lamp.
Behind a request that doesn’t really need doing.
Go anyway.
Sit at their table.
Drink the bad coffee.
Let them tell you stories you’ve heard a thousand times.
Because one day the chair will be empty.
The notebook will be closed.
The porch light will be off.
And you’ll wish you had treated an ordinary Wednesday
like the priceless moment it truly was.

[Juan Naranjo 📚 @Juan_Naranjo_]

Es tristísimo ver cómo el mundo al que pertenecíamos va desapareciendo, progresivamente, junto a la constelación de estrellas que lo iluminaban.
Cuando muere un/a artista querido, en cierta forma, también muere su era y, con ello, quienes fuimos cuando disfrutábamos de su arte.

[໊ @sonohoor]

my favorite game is to guess if my headache is due to dehydration, migraine, malnutrition, stress, lack of sleep, poor position or a brain tumor

[TheHouseoftheMuse @HouseoftheMuse_]

Pretty accurate 🤣

[Jon Bon Jovi @jonbonjovi]

Love the process

[Veronica Bernal @vbernal94]

@raulgtzoficial Déjame Volver Contigo

[Veronica Bernal @vbernal94]

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[Deadline @DEADLINE]

Florence Welch surprised the audience at The Eras Tour in Miami to sing “Florida!!!” with Taylor Swift tonight | #TSTheErasTourMiami

[Veronica Bernal @vbernal94]

it’s august, you know what to do…

[internet hall of fame @InternetH0F]

This just broke my heart so bad 💔 🥹

[Veronica Bernal @vbernal94]

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[Carla Ponti @carla_ponti]

Conducir es lo nuestro...
Atte: Algunas mujeres. 🙋🏼‍♀️🫢

[Nelson Barbou @BarbouNelson1]

"Le voy a dar el susto de sus vidas a estos dos". 🐶

[Veronica Bernal @vbernal94]

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[Veronica Bernal @vbernal94]

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[Tampa Bay Tay @TayVictoria8]

All time #WheelOfFortune moment right here