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What’s your dream car?

hollywood fumbled so bad by not casting this woman in any vampire role

Did this boy deserve this valuable lesson or did this man go too far?

Why is your knee so angry

still can’t believe this is the same pink from 5 years ago…

Cat-fu is dominating the internet 🤣 Seedance 2.0

When I was 14, I got my first period during a family road trip. I was sitting in the backseat, terrified, whispering to my mom because I thought something was seriously wrong. Before she could answer, my stepdad sighed loudly and said, “Can we not do the gross girl talk right now? We’re trying to eat.” I remember staring out the window, wishing I could disappear. Years later, my little brother was 13 when his best friend got her period at school for the first time. She bled through her hoodie and locked herself in the bathroom crying. That night, he came into my room holding a notebook. “What actually happens during periods?” he asked. “And how do you help someone without making them feel embarrassed?” So I explained everything. Pads. Cramps. Hormones. Why girls sometimes act totally fine even when they feel awful. Halfway through, my stepdad overheard us from the hallway. “Why are you filling his head with that nonsense?” he snapped. “He’s a boy. He doesn’t need to hear about women’s problems.” Before I could answer, my brother looked up and said quietly: “Maybe if you learned sooner, your daughter wouldn’t have been scared of her own body.” The hallway went completely silent. My stepdad opened his mouth… then closed it again and walked away. My brother looked back at me and asked, “So heating pads or chocolate first?”

🚨 We stopped sleeping together six months ago. Last night, she locked the bedroom door and opened a drawer I had never seen before. We’ve been roommates with paperwork since January. Same house. Separate lives. So when I heard the lock click, I walked down the hall. She yelled, “Don’t come in.” That’s new. I grabbed the spare key from the garage. If we’re doing secrets, we’re doing it right. I opened the door. She was on the floor with a small metal lockbox. Inside were printed bank statements. My bank statements. Highlighted. She stood up and said, “You’ve been moving money.” Yeah. To my new account. The one without her name on it. She said, “That’s marital money.” I said, “So is the credit card you opened in March.” Silence. She didn’t know I knew about that. I pulled out my phone and read the balance out loud. Then I read the date I filed for legal separation. Two weeks before that card was opened. She closed the box. I walked to the closet and grabbed my suitcase. She said, “You’re really leaving?” I said, “You locked the door first.” I slept at my brother’s place. This morning, I moved the rest of my money. She can keep the drawer.

Does that mf have a buttplug in???

Harry Potter and the Chamber is Loaded

when I use "😔" this is what I want to convey

Working five days a week genuinely feels like it’s draining the life out of me. by the time the weekend comes i’m too burnt out to enjoy it and somehow this is supposed to be a “normal” way to live.

every girl has a picture like this in their gallery.

ion miss shit i left alone

Instagram is for pictures, Tiktok is for videos. X is for??

what do you remember most from your childhood

Last year my grandma was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. So me and my little bro - in one of the many conversations we had with her about Alzheimer’s - asked if we could prank her and dye her hair pink, knowing she’d forget about it. She said it would be hilarious and agreed, and we filmed the whole thing. So she spent weeks waking up every day with pink hair and asking WTF. 😲 And we would play her the video and laugh all over again. 😂😂

Concerts should include a digital recording of the performance with every ticket purchase and ban phone recordings.

Is the guy justified for standing up for his mother?

My mom replaced my dad with her new boyfriend and forced me to call him “Dad.” But she didn’t know I was still secretly writing to my real father in prison. I was 13 when my dad was wrongfully convicted of manslaughter. Days after he was locked up, my mom moved Brandon into our house. From the beginning, something felt wrong. Brandon would stare at me and make disgusting comments. When I told my mom, she called me “dramatic.” Then one night, he grabbed me. And she still did nothing. That’s when I started writing to my dad in secret. Things got worse when Brandon crossed a line during a family trip. After that, my mom found my letters… and burned every one. Then she removed my bedroom door. Brandon started standing in the doorway at night, watching me sleep. I broke down and emailed my dad everything. His reply was just one line: “Did you check behind the attic radiator?” One night, when they went out, I went upstairs. Behind the radiator was a plastic-wrapped journal. It was my dad’s handwriting. Dated weeks before his arrest. “I caught Lauren and Brandon sneaking off together. I don’t know how to confront her.” My stomach dropped. They had known each other. My dad wasn’t lying. He was framed. Then I heard the driveway. Car doors slamming. They were home early.

the two worst feelings in the world are not having a job and having a job 😫😭