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I never post on Twitter but I feel like he’s post worthy. This is Sonny Ray

@chloefficent My wife 😍

Every time a fat man has anything stupid to say about a woman I think about this

Babe, bring out the fine china for our guests

These are bodybuilders…and what’s funny is there are actually more women who look like this now because more women lift now

I see everyone’s thoughts and concerns.I would like to say this: Being Anti-Ai is completely fine & understandable. It was my first time using it and I had no clue about the harm it does on the community. I BUT… because yall are actually coming for me rather than educating, im gonna have to read you your rights. Im definitely not the one or the two. Tweeting isn’t activism. You’re on an app that is powered by AI. The software created?AI. You can’t even answer your own questions without using grok. & guess who owns twitter? A man that gave the general public free access to AI. And guess what… he also is the CEO of a vehicle company that are literally driving theirselves down the road as we speak. Wanna know how? AI. But yet, your on that very same app that powered by the same man & his AI tech company, smoking on a electronic cigarette/vape somewhere polluting the air and your lungs, with star stickers on your face tryna get puss put those pimples cause you don’t take care of yourself as you use all your screen time on a iPhone. Oh yeah, guess how your phone is able to tell how long you’ve been on your phone? AI. Did you know that the very same phone your tweeting on has a system named Siri that can do anything you want it to do? Guess how? 😀 I haven’t seen one of you get the fuck off your AI powered phone and clean up the environment, help shelters or ppl in need, donate anything to those in need, help the children in Haiti (like I do) adopt animals or donate to animal shelters, (like I do) stop wearing fur & leather, not shop on SHEIN or ANYTHING! I’m sure yall aren’t going to have proof of you doing anything to help out the world or others, so this post won’t get much of a response the way the initial post does. all you guys are going to do is respond to this tweet with more curse words bc you don’t know how to speak without using a TikTok reference or sentence, or even write in cursive bc everything you do is type by your AI powered phones and computers 😭 Tweeting and being outraged on an app powered by what your against, isn’t activism. I say all that to say: GET OFF TWITTER & GET IN THE FIELD HOE! Join my community girl coded if you want to learn how to give back, BITCH! Warmly, Aaliyah Jay Philanthropist & CEO of @girlcodedworld

My period shock me everytime i can't get used to it.

Apologies for the long post. On Nov. 7, I was the guest of honor at the Marine Corps ball for Littoral Distribution Company A, 6th Distribution Support Battalion, CLR-4 down in Savannah, GA. Following my speech, I didn’t expect a standing ovation. I didn’t expect Marines to share with me the story of their friends who had taken their own lives. I didn’t expect the Marines who came up to tell me about how they laughed and cried during my speech. @finnygo and others have said I should post my speech. Here’s a tranche of it. “Because America wants Marines — individuals willing to stand watch while others sleep. We need people willing to wake up before dawn, lace up their boots, run five miles through mud. And sand. And dust. And snow. And swamp. And water. And heat. On concrete. Through fog. And hallowing winds and jagged rock. Then spend the rest of the day training for a fight he or she hopes will never come. We need people willing to miss birthday parties and wedding anniversaries. Baseball games and dance recitals. People tough enough to storm a beach, steady enough to hold the line, and humble enough to bow their head at a comrade’s grave. We need Marines. We need people who can swim through surf, march through desert, and fight through jungle — but compassionate enough to provide aid after a tsunami or storm or to collect toys for children in need during Christmas. We need people who can charge into chaos with courage but cradle a wounded friend with gentleness. We need people willing to get in their finest dress uniform. Drive for miles to a home they’ve never been to and deliver the devastating news that their loved ones have died in service. We need people that will stay with that family during their bereavement. We need people strong enough to do it all over again for another family. We need Marines. People who can fix a rifle in the rain, find humor in hardship, and faith in the face of fear. Someone who can hold a rifle steady and be a friend at the ready. It has to be someone who will stand guard on a ship at midnight, patrol a dusty village at dawn, and salute the same flag they might one day be draped beneath. Someone who’d fight for a country that sometimes forgets, but never forsakes. It has to be someone who would raise their hand, swear an oath, and mean it. Who’d serve not for fame, or fortune but for the individual beside them and the nation behind them. We need Marines. Finally, if there is one regret that I hold from my time in the Marine Corps, it’s the regret of not appreciating nights like these when I was in uniform. It’s easy to get caught up in all the preparation and money one has to drop to come to a Marine Corps Ball. You got to pay for a hotel. And gas for the car. And get your medals mounted. And your date might need a suit or dress. And heaven help you if you’ve gained or lost weight because that means your dress blues have to be redone. But…every year around Memorial Day, I write down the names of 36 Marines that I served with. 21 of them were killed in combat. 5 of them died in non-combat incidents like car crashes or from health issues. One was murdered. And 8 of them died by suicide. I remember going to Marine Corps balls with these Marines and I wish I had appreciated them more at the time because looking back, I’d give anything to have another night with them. Remember….this night is for you. And your accomplishments. You're a part of the fabric that makes the Marine Corps great. Happy birthday, Marines. And Semper Fidelis.”

This is what a real bond between a parent and child looks like. I’ll never understand how anyone could choose to be a deadbeat 😭

the kids are asking who miss candice swanepoel is

Every time a man blocks me it makes me feel really secure in myself because I know I’m on the right side. I know I’m conventionally attractive which is like the sole metric men use typically to follow women on socials, which means that my offputting personality became so much that they couldn’t bear to see me pop up any longer despite the fact I’m pretty. That means something to me.

Dear papa perc, I’m sorry that your mommy haven’t cut you a birthday cake for the past 3 days cause she can’t take my success or happiness… One day you going to grow up and I hope you understand when a girl says NO it means NO and you can overcome the pedophilia blood you inherited from you your grandfather, father and uncle… Please don’t hate me when you grow up cause your mommy rather give me more attention than she gives you ..hopefully when somebody that really cares about her puts her in rehab and get her the help she needs she come out and read you a book

Not a big fan of Jimmy Kimmel, but if you think his show should be canceled for this, you’re a hack and a total fraud who should never pretend to care about free speech

I hope we all recognize that late night tv hosts are being held to a higher standard than our elected leaders and the current regime

@anactualwalnut I lost my husband abt two years ago. I too never posted about it, I actually removed myself from my phone and everyone until I could grasp air. the craziest thing you have to accept about grief.. you don’t know until you are in it. You’re correct, grief is different for everyone

When it comes to Erika Kirk posting personal videos of her mourning over her dead husband, I have to pull away from the “why would you post something like that” discourse because I get it. I never posted a video crying over my dead dad’s hands, but when you lose someone who was that important to you to the point the air is taken from your lungs and you don’t know which way is up, posting and talking about them is a coping mechanism and a way you keep them alive to people. It’s hard to conceptualize or explain to people who may have never lost someone who was one of if not the main person in their life. Even if you have, a lot of people grieve differently. Every year on his birthday and death anniversary, I post photos & some words about my dad. Not because any of you knew him, loved him, or probably even really truly care, but because it’s for me. I don’t care if it gets zero likes or zero attention. I like to post him and talk about him. I like to share my pain because then it’s not only inside of me. I like the world to know that he was here, he was a person who was deeply loved by me. He was a human being. As long as I am alive he will never disappear. You don’t have to like or support Charlie or Erika. But posting about someone you love who was suddenly taken from you is pretty normal. I cannot and will not fault her or judge her for that. How you believe she should mourn is irrelevant.

this is a woman who knows she won't get yelled at for closing his laptop, won't be scolded for interrupting him, won't be ignored, her emotions are prioritized, she feels safe, cared for, loved, and he's treated her like this since the beginning it takes two to have this. you don't just "marry" a romantic woman, you show her how much you love her every single day and this dynamic will last forever. otherwise you lose her

every bitch from your high school with 1 braincell and Jesus Lover in their bio suddenly has Something To Say and it’s the dumbest shit you’ve ever read back to back to back and just when u think you’ve weeded them all out actually here’s 3 more. on the house♥️

He spent his entire life disparaging immigrants, disrespecting women, and blaming black folks, only to get shot in one of the whitest places on earth.

been there