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@136Division He looks and dresses like the author and illustrator of the Made In Abyss manga. And guess what? The guy's a blatant pedophile. These types have a certain aesthetic.

Our culture really went off the rails when we ceased encouraging people to focus on character and began encouraging them to focus on identity.

Your ability to receive love is directly tied to your ability to trust.

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I’m actually so beyond sick of this obsession with “socialization” in parenting discourse. Do you know what socialization BABIES need? They need socialization with their mothers, siblings, cousins and extended family. That’s literally it. Mothers absolutely do not need to “push themselves” to be going out of their way so that their babies can “socialize” with other babies give me a damn break.

A New Way to Live Together What if the future of family living isn't about moving farther apart... but building closer together? Imagine a piece of land where everyone has their own home, their own space, and their own privacy -yet parents, siblings, kids, and loved ones are only a short walk away. No long drives for Sunday dinners. No worrying about aging parents living alone. No strangers raising your children while family lives miles away. This kind of family compound keeps not only memories close, but also wealth, land, and opportunities within the family. Shared gardens, shared meals, shared support... and a lifestyle built on connection instead of distance.

@AndrewBragg5555 It really is that simple.

🚨Breaking News! Ingredients for a happy and fulfilled life DISCOVERED: Fall in love Get married Have many children Love God Work hard Serve others & Be grateful God speed!🫡🙏🏻

MHGA: Make Homemaking Great Again. This would make a far greater impact for good in America than anything else!

@EdLatimore I tended toward this mistake back when I was young. One sincere proper apology with eye contact in private is enough.

Whenever people mess up, they tend to overapologize. Guilt and shame motivate people to do whatever they can to alleviate pain and stress, and the idea is that constant apologies will somehow make them feel better. But here’s the thing. You can never move past the event if you keep reminding someone it happened. And that’s what every apology does. You have to accept that there’s nothing you can do to change the past or live down any embarrassment you feel.

When I was nine years old, my father got hired to do stonework on the house of one of the richest men in our city. My dad was a master stonemason, paid for the job, not the hours. The problem was the man. He was older and lonely. He would come out and talk to my father while he worked, slowing everything down. Every conversation cost my dad money. So my father started bringing me along. My job was to keep the man busy while my dad laid stone. I asked him how he made his fortune. He told me he had built a meat processing plant from a family business into a company worth billions. I asked him what he was worth. I did not know, at nine, that this was a rude question. He told me: about seven hundred million dollars. Forty years ago. And he had already given a considerable portion of it away. His secret was simple. If he was awake, he was working. He had a wife. Then another wife. Half a dozen children. Grandchildren about my age. He gave none of them his time, and all of them had left him. They would not come to see him. Some of them hated him. This elderly German gentleman, the kind of man you would expect to show no emotions, would sit with a nine-year-old boy and weep. He wished he had never divorced his first wife. He wished he could see his grandchildren. He wished he had given his family what he gave his business. Seven hundred million dollars, and he would have traded every cent of it for a family that still wanted him in the room. There are millions of people alive right now building the same empty house. Some have no family and tell themselves they do not need one. Some have a family and starve it of attention. Both will arrive at the same place: successful on the outside, dead on the inside. I would not wish it on any of my readers.

Let your little girls be soft, let them be gentle, let them be nurturing, let them be girls. Let them look at the wild world God has given them and let them desire to make it beautiful. For God has given us women a soft, creative and nurturing heart, one that multiplies, and only when we pour ourselves into what is before us can we really find who we are.

So many people ask me if they should leave or stay in their marriage. Most have no idea how to make this decision. I tell people: If each side has even the smallest willingness to give basic human dignity and kindness to each other, even if it requires a trade first, then a relationship can work out. Building an initial contract to stop the worst pains on each side to halt the bleed and giving each side some relief to start is the bare minimum to show a relationship is viable. But if one side refuses, especially from a place of nasty contempt and hatred, it is not likely to work out. That's not me saying to get a divorce, but to shift instead to the reality that your relationship is not viable as a romantic bond. psychologytoday.com/us/blog/solvin…

@alpharivelino Find yourself an innocent girl and teach her everything 🫡

@NoahRevoy Your work helped me understand that I always had an inner father. He was just underdeveloped at the time. I chose to develop him and fortify his voice and my life drastically improved.

@vaniasaur Smart and well said.

Lots of people have an inner critic, very few people have the inner cheerleader.

Only smiling 25% of the time

@alpharivelino Funny how TechLead became the face of the brutally divorced East Asian man on Youtube. I hope he finds this corner of X and is set free.

Notice when he rubs his nose

If I cheated on my husband I would not consider myself fit for public office of any kind. You can’t even manage your home. You can’t even manage your LIFE. How are you going to manage any influence, control, or power? Poorly. You can’t even control YOU.

@NoahRevoy Maturing is learning to silence my loud inner bitch voice by developing an even louder inner father voice.