july | SAW CHASE ATLANTIC 💎

cały czas suzan daje mi vibe jakby była sabotażystką, a potem przy zadaniach jest niemal jedyną myślącą osobą. ale prawda jest też taka, że nawet jakby sabotażyści udawali uczestników we wszystkich zadaniach, to i tak byliby na plus bo uczestnicy sie sami zsabotuja #sabotażysta5

プレゼントする時にしてみたちオシャレラッピングがこちら

this is very clever 🥰

A communication mismatch that's just too adorable ・Cat's headbutt = expression of affection ・Goat's headbutt = invitation to play

Hayatımız boyunca hediyeleri yanlış paketlemişiz. Japan’da ise sadece tek parça bant kullanıyorlar.

True

@eeomfi u nas jak na inwentaryzacji się nie zmieścimy w określonym limicie to potem uop muszą oddać za to co ludzie ukradli, bo przecież to nasza wina, szarych pracowników za najniższą krajową, że ludzie kradną w wielkim sklepie bez ochroniarza:’))

no kurwa ale bez przesady

A Gen Z joined the team. Week one. During onboarding, the manager said, “We sometimes stay late during peak periods.” Gen Z nodded. Then asked, “Is that paid… or just expected?” The room went quiet. - No attitude. - No rebellion. - Just a question. Later that day, HR mentioned “growth opportunities.” Gen Z replied, “Does growth include raises, or just more responsibility?” Again, silence. - No laziness. - No entitlement. - Just clarity. That’s when the team realized something. When people say “Gen Z is lazy,” what they really mean is: Gen Z watched old generation - skip meals, - miss birthdays, - work weekends, - and burn out only to be told “budgets are tight” and “be grateful you have a job.” So Gen Z chose differently. - They don’t romanticize overwork. - They don’t confuse suffering with ambition. - They don’t trade health for praise. They still work hard. They just refuse to work for nothing. It’s not laziness. It’s pattern recognition. And honestly, after everything old generation went through… Can you really blame them?

Badania pokazują, że obserwowanie bobra jedzącego kapustę zmniejsza stres o 17% 🦫😁

Bottom view of a cat that has fallen asleep on a glass table.

They told me at the shelter he was twelve years old and “not very adoptable.” His face is lopsided, one ear flops weird, and he’s missing half his teeth so his tongue kind of hangs out permanently. The volunteer said he’d been returned twice already because people thought he looked “off,” and I stood there looking at this beat-up tuxedo cat thinking about how I’ve felt pretty unadoptable myself since my divorce. I’m 52 and I went in looking for a kitten, something cute and normal that my grandkids could play with when they visit, but this guy was sitting in the back corner wearing a little bow tie someone had put on him and I just couldn’t leave him there. His name was Gerald. They said he’d probably only have a year or two left and he’d need special food and monthly vet checkups. I took him home that afternoon and my sister said, “You adopted the Walmart clearance version of a cat,” which honestly made me love him more. Gerald has one speed and it’s judgmental. He sits on the cat tree by the window and stares at me like I’m failing an exam only he knows about. When I’m on the couch he jumps up and positions himself so he’s looking directly into my soul with those huge uneven eyes. My neighbor came over for coffee last week and actually got uncomfortable. She said, “Why is he looking at me like that? Does he know something I don’t?” I told her Gerald judges everyone equally. It’s his gift. I started making him different bow ties because the shelter one was getting ratty, and I found this amazing seller online who does custom pet accessories. I sent her Gerald’s measurements and now he’s got seven different ties, one for each day of the week. She told me she’d never made anything for a cat described as “permanently disappointed looking” before. People on my street started asking about them when I posted pictures, and I ended up opening my own little online shop selling pet bow ties and bandanas because apparently there’s a whole market for judgmental animal fashion. My daughter says Gerald looks like he’s perpetually asking to speak to the manager, and she’s not wrong. But here’s the thing—he sleeps on my chest every single night and purrs so loud it sounds like a motorcycle. When I had that terrible week last month where I couldn’t stop crying about everything, he didn’t leave my side. Just sat there staring at me with that crooked face like, “Yeah, life’s hard. Get it together.” I’ve had him for eight months now and the vet says he’s actually healthier than they expected. My grandkids named him Professor Whiskers because they think he looks wise. He’s become the neighborhood celebrity—people stop me on walks asking about “that cat with the face.” Gerald doesn’t care what anyone thinks. He just exists exactly as he is, taking up space, demanding respect. I’m trying to learn that from him. Credit - anonymous participant /Facebook

I was born in 1961 too. And this version of the past is a myth. Kids did have food allergies we just didn’t have the science to name them. I lost a brother before he was two because medicine didn’t yet understand what allergy killed him. Trans kids didn’t “not exist.” They hid. They were shamed. Many never survived adolescence. Violence didn’t start with social media. Bullying, racism, misogyny, and abuse were simply normalized and ignored. Families didn’t stay together because things were better they stayed together because women and children had fewer choices. And no, it wasn’t just “Merry Christmas.” We said Happy Holidays. Season’s Greetings. Yuletide. Nobody lost their mind. Nobody felt threatened. We just… lived. I rode buses and subways too they weren’t magically safer. We just didn’t talk about what happened on them. What really changed wasn’t people. It was visibility. Data replaced denial. Voices replaced silence. And accountability replaced nostalgia. The past wasn’t safer. It was quieter because suffering had nowhere to go. I don’t want a time machine. I want a future where we stop confusing silence with peace. Stop being such a boomer.

posted for saftey purposes.. this may save someones life one day 🙏🏾

Człowiek choruje. Zanim odejdzie szuka nowych domów dla swoich kotów. W związku z chorobą sprzedał dom i muszę się przenieść do miasta. Nie może ich zabrać ze sobą.Domu szukają 2 koty (Puchatek i Timi) i kotka (Malutka),wszystkie się przybłąkały. Tel do Pana Grzegorza 601 211 278

women long for kindness, morality, and goodness, and are capable of finding that inside a monster because they understand what it’s like to be perceived and valued based only on what you look like

nie czaje dlaczego mezczyzni podczas seksu sa cicho jakby zdajcie sobie w koncu sprawe ze kobiety podniecaja meskie jeki

@CyberPunkCortes Beluga whale saves an iPhone from the sea in Norway

Me watching the start of season 3 vs me watching the end. #SquidGame #SquidGame3

rewriting the s3 because we all hated it. a thread🧵