Gazza

@TheBest_Viral I think he does want surprises

Testing the genre He doesn't want any surprises

Jajajajajajaja No se pasen de corneta.

@SantoTlatoanimx Oh fuk me😂

@NatureUnedited When she comes into feed …all the other sharks scatter

The largest great white shark ever recorded near the island of Oahu, Hawaii

Check this out! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

@llandoniffirg They are classics 😂

アイスを食べる前に風景バックに写真を撮ろうと思ったら、空からカモメが急降下して来てアイスを食べられる瞬間の写真になった…

@l_se0m 😂 Bout right

@Cointelegraph Maxis RN Sheeeyt

🇺🇸 ETF FLOWS: XRP spot ETFs saw net inflows on Mar. 20, while BTC and ETH spot ETFs saw net outflows. BTC: - $52.11M ETH: - $41.97M SOL: $0 XRP: $1.98M

@TheFigen_ Mechanical power 😳

OMG what a power! Game is over, bro! 😂😂

@Rainmaker1973 Wait!!! That’s only one ingredient, where’s the rest of em?

Tiramisù served in Venice [🇮🇹 irina_yev]

@TheeDarkCircle Ewwww poo horn

@vizurantvis Winning 🥇

Pass it on: CANNABIS WAS NEVER DANGEROUS🎉🎉🎉✨

@brian_armstrong Tis good

JACK DORSEY: "I BELIEVE THE INTERNET WILL HAVE A NATIVE CURRENCY, AND IT WILL BE BITCOIN."

@lindseyvonn 🫡

Making progress slowly!

@kwok_phil @dom_kwok Was that Saylor asking 😂

weirdest question i was asked in washington dc: “what would happen if you or @dom_kwok were incapacitated?” what would happen if one of us died. it took me by surprise. but it was a dead serious question. because we’ve become so important to the mission. if something like that were to happen it would be a massive, massive setback. ngl it made me kinda sad. and i didn’t really have an answer. because it’s true: we’ve become mission critical. i don’t know exactly what would happen. i just know that we have our amazing community. people who support us every step of the way. people would step up if something like that were to happen. people who are with us every step of the way. you know who you are. and as long as we’re alive we will tirelessly fight the good fight.

@gas_biz FUD

Biggest POS I’ve ever owned

@osemagnum Reminds me of

BE PROUD OF YOUR VULVA. SOME LADIES HAVE LOST SELF ESTEEM BECAUSE A GUY OR LADY HAD MADE FUN OF THEIR VULVA. NO TWO VULVA(S) ARE THE SAME The Quiet Geometry of Her Body And Why the Vulva Needs No Apology There is a silence that follows the word vulva, and it is not an innocent silence, and it is not accidental. It is the kind that is taught, and passed down, and wrapped in shame so delicately that many women grow into adulthood never quite looking at themselves, and never quite naming what is theirs. But the vulva is not a secret to be kept,it is a story to be understood. And as a gynaecologist, I have seen many vulvas. Not one or two, but hundreds, and then thousands. And what becomes clear, over time and with quiet observation, is this: there is no single shape that is “normal,” and there is no single version that deserves celebration more than another. There are labia that are full and soft like folded petals, and others that are slender and tucked like whispers. There are colours that deepen into dusk, and others that remain light like morning. There are asymmetries—because the human body, in all its honesty, rarely seeks perfection. And still, women ask, “Is mine okay?” Because somewhere along the way, we taught women to measure themselves against edited images, and curated fantasies, and a kind of aesthetic that was never designed with real bodies in mind. And so she looks, and she compares, and she wonders if she is too much, or too little, or too different. But difference is not a flaw, it is the language of the body. The vulva is not meant to look like a template. It is not manufactured symmetry; it is lived anatomy. It responds to hormones, and age, and childbirth, and desire. It changes, and adapts, and carries history in its folds. And yes, it can be soft, and bold, and unapologetically present, because it was never created to be hidden in shame. And perhaps the most radical thing a woman can do is to look at herself, not quickly, not critically, but with a kind of gentleness. To sit with her own body and say, this is mine. Not borrowed, not corrected, not compared. Because pride, real pride, does not come from fitting into a narrow definition of beauty, it comes from understanding that your body was never wrong to begin with. And so, we must begin to speak differently. To teach differently. To raise girls who do not flinch at their own reflection, and who do not inherit the quiet discomfort of generations before them. Because the vulva, in all its shapes and shades and stories, is not something to fix. It is something to honour. And that, perhaps, is where the silence finally breaks.