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Justin Bieber brought out Big Sean to perform “As long as you love me” with him for his LAST Coachella performance 👀😳

cannot talk enough about how absolutely perfect the casting is for these.

I think it’s completely normal to look back on a relationship and realize you were never in love despite believing it was, and still having nothing but love and respect for them

I’m not emotionally equipped for the Puppy Bowl this year.

🚨| Jonas Brothers have been officially confirmed for “Hannah Montana: One Night Only”, according to Insider. — They are set to perform “Send It On” and “Before the Storm”.

Tigers being the real kings of the jungle but never getting the title cause lions have a blonde blow out will never sit right with me smh

Just sent off an email saying warmest “retards” instead of “regards”

“You haven’t met all the ppl who are going to love you” love this mindset 🥹

They’re so handsome, I just wish they were good people.

To the girls who lotion their body after the shower every single time and never miss a beat ? You possess a power that cannot be taken away from you 😭

you will probably never feel that raw spark of falling in love for the first time unconditionally ever again and that’s okay.

You know what nobody wants to admit? Most breakups don’t happen too early. They happen about a year too late. You sit across from someone at 21:37 in some dim restaurant or on the edge of a bed you’ve already cried in, and both of you know. Not in the dramatic way. In the quiet way where your laughs land half a second late and your eyes drift to your phones too often. The conversation has that hollow echo. You’re doing an imitation of what you used to be. Signs showed up months ago. The way “text me when you get home” turned into “ok” with no follow up. The way fights started looping instead of resolving. The way you stopped planning far ahead because neither of you wanted to say out loud that you don’t see a shared “later” anymore. The way evenings together started feeling like obligation, not a place to rest. You felt it. You felt it brushing your teeth, staring at a mirror, knowing you’d rather scroll another thirty minutes alone in the bathroom than go back to the person waiting in the other room. You felt it laying next to them with their hand on your waist, your body pretending to relax while your brain whispered, this is not working anymore. Still you stayed. You stayed because the rent is shared. Because families already know each other. Because your names are glued together in people’s heads. Because you’ve collected photos and memories and stupid inside jokes. Because starting over sounds exhausting. Because you have history and history feels like proof you shouldn’t leave. Nobody wants to be the one who “gave up.” So you drag it. You drag it through birthdays and holidays and half-hearted anniversaries. You drag it through conversations you both know are lies. “We’ll work on it.” “We’ll do better.” “It’s just a rough patch.” Time keeps burning. On paper you’re still together. In reality you’re two people quietly waiting for the other to say what you’re both thinking. There’s this evening that exists in almost every dead relationship. The one where you’re both on opposite ends of the couch, blue light on your faces, different feeds, same silence. A part of you looks over at them and imagines them five years from now. Same dynamic. Same arguments. Same dull ache in your chest. Same sinking feeling when their name pops up on your phone. That’s the moment the sentence shows up in your head: You either break up, or you waste each other’s time. Not a quote. Not advice. A verdict. Because staying “for now” always leaks into staying “too long.” You tell yourself you’re working on it while doing nothing different. You tell yourself you’re scared of hurting them, when really you’re terrified of the emptiness between relationships. You tell yourself nobody will love them like you do, when what you mean is, nobody knows how to tolerate each other’s wounds the way you’ve learned to. There’s a cruelty in staying after you know. You’re not just wasting your time. You’re wasting theirs. You’re occupying the space where their future person should be. You are eating their years with your indecision. You’re letting them build on a foundation you already know is cracked. Think about the mornings. Waking up next to someone you’re half out of love with, forcing the routine. Good morning. Kiss on the forehead. Coffee. Shared kitchen dance around each other. It looks like affection. Underneath, there’s that numbness. That frozen part of you that stopped leaning in, stopped reaching first, stopped dreaming about them. They can feel it. Even if they can’t name it, they feel it. The hesitation in your touch. The too-long pauses. The way your eyes go dull when they talk about certain things. The way you say “I’m just tired” and it always seems to be around them. You’re teaching them to accept half-love as normal. Same for you. You’re teaching yourself that it’s fine to live half-asleep. Fine to settle for “we don’t fight that much” and “it could be worse” and “at least I’m not alone.”👇✍️

One of the best protest signs I've ever seen #FreeIran

no he's not cheating, but there's no flowers, no surprises, no appreciation posts, no sweet messages, no dates (unless you practically beg for them). the truth is laziness CAN slowly kil love. sometimes simply being loyal just isn't enough.

No amount of marketing can compete with a gesture this simple

the grief of unlearning it all.

must watch video for americans wanting to understand the situation here. perfectly summarized.