august

if only

a little roman curve never hurt anybody

@kyoruyeye amazzzing profile 🫢✨

trying to be less insecure about my nose

@egoraptor well hiii👋

hi

@arisaqz1 .

@Rozana_0l .

Unfortunately, I will die I'm telling you with a broken heart I'm a pregnant mother diagnosed with malnutrition due to lack of food,My body is gradually collapsing.Yes,I'm hungry and I can't afford food If you're scrolling,plz leave a dot It's just a dot gofund.me/4b903cc2

@mohannad1789941 @WolfyTheWitch .

@rola_almoghrabi @gazafunds @Bad_Idea70 @Blaze_Knight95 @cursedchuuya @DarkDragn4 @KermitHigby @knowlesvatoo @nauticaldub @patfahy23 @hunterhansberry this duck quacks for a free Palestine

If you're scrolling, PLEASE leave a dot. It's just a dot. gofund.me/603e6d8a8

back in 2015 I was sent to conversion therapy against my own will. I endured it for 6 months. I was a shell of a person after, and almost took my own life. this is a very difficult topic for me to talk about it. but I feel compelled, to plea that we cannot accept this.

@junbuug obviously

Would you let him in?

@cloudysprinkles i love you cloudy!! i’m sorry you have to deal with bullshit from these numbskulls🙄 they’re vile and pathetic.

i can’t believe i have to say this but harassing someone into blocking you doesn’t make you right it makes you an asshole.

@AllianceLGB wowwwwww :(( fuck this account🖕 TRANS RIGHTS!!!🥰🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

We are disgusted by straight men calling themselves “lesbians”. We are even more disgusted by an “LGBTIQA+” group in a political party telling us - on “International Lesbian Day” - that we have to accept it. Why not tell the Green Party what you think of this rank homophobia?

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.

@RachelBitecofer the rare W from country music artists in 2025!!!

Country legend Zach Bryan has released a song that puts country over his own bank account. The backlash from country fans will be massive- they’ll force him off country radio like they did to the Dixie Chicks but he doesn’t need radio access anymore American hero 🇺🇸

@NateDHernandez your textures are legendary

☆ Painted the beach ⛱️ ☆

Do u like how i textured this pigeon

@PopBase Mr Williams was a consistent advocate for environmental change! He would be SO angry.

Robin Williams’ daughter asks people to stop creating and sending her AI videos of her late father.

@punishedmother :0💕 positively

How do we feel about chainmail

@muracommie “Poor me poor me poor meee🥺” -Taylor Swift

always thinking about this ... the embarrassment I feel watching it is incomparable

retweet if you actually just fucking hate AI

@womenpostingws please where do i vote

tears😭