Maria

@remarkable_blue 🥰😘

@MariaWrites44 I AM SCREAMING you angel 😘

Pen's bachelorette but the boys show up because Colin got drunk and needs to make sure she still wants to marry him

@remarkable_blue 🎁💚🎁💚

@MariaWrites44 Colin and I are THRILLED

@remarkable_blue Well, I hope you're happy. I'm typing now lol

@MariaWrites44 but drunk Colin needs to see Pen and I need to read it 🥰

el peak del autismo para mi es este.

The Venus Guard

Putting this here for the ladies. The creeps are out there.

Robots cleaning rivers > robots writing screenplays

Every time Trump’s poll numbers drop:

eu acho q em um relacionamento os homens deveriam se perguntar "gomez faria isso com a morticia?" e se a resposta for nao é melhor reconsiderar totalmente

an eldest daughter once said being the firstborn means you’re automatically irritated by incompetence. not because you’re harsh, but because you were never given the room to be incompetent yourself. the daughters who know… know.

This takes courage… The Strokes closed their Coachella set flashing images of the governments the CIA has overthrown, the leaders the US has assassinated including MLK 👀, the war crimes the US is committing in Iran, and the genocide Israel is committing in occupied Palestine.

In 1984, Ruth Coker Burks was 25 years old, visiting a friend at a hospital in Little Rock, when she noticed nurses drawing straws outside a patient's room. Someone had to go in. She didn't wait for the straws. She opened the door herself. What she found inside would define the next decade of her life. 🕯️** Inside was a young man reduced to bones — maybe 80 pounds, dying alone, terrified. He kept whispering one word. *"Mama."* Ruth told the nurses to call his mother. They laughed. *"Honey, we've called. He's been here six weeks. Nobody's coming."* Ruth made them give her the number. She tried one last time. The mother's answer was cold and final: her son was sinful, already dead to her, and she would not be coming. So Ruth went back into that room. She took his hand. She stayed. For 13 hours, she held the hand of a dying stranger, promising him he wouldn't leave this world alone. When he died, his family refused to claim the body. Ruth decided she would bury him herself. She owned plots in her family cemetery in Hot Springs — where her father and grandparents rested. The nearest funeral home willing to handle an AIDS death was 70 miles away. Ruth paid from her own pocket. A local potter gave her a chipped cookie jar for an urn. She used posthole diggers to dig the grave herself. She spoke kind words over the earth because no minister would come to pray over a man who died of AIDS. Ruth thought that would be the end. It was the beginning. Word traveled through the quiet networks of fear and desperation across Arkansas. *There's a woman in Hot Springs who isn't afraid. There's a woman who will sit with you. There's a woman who will make sure you're buried with dignity when your own family won't claim you.* They started arriving. Dying young men from rural hospitals across the state, abandoned by the people who were supposed to love them most. Over the next decade, Ruth Coker Burks cared for more than 1,000 people dying of AIDS. She personally buried 40 of them in Files Cemetery — digging the graves herself, with her young daughter beside her carrying a small spade, holding their own funerals because no one else would speak over these graves. Of those 1,000 people, only a handful of families didn't abandon their dying children. Ruth called parents. Begged them to come say goodbye. To claim their child's body. Most refused. *"Who knew,"* she said, *"there'd come a time when parents didn't want to bury their own children?"* But she also witnessed something else — something that stayed with her. She watched gay men care for dying partners with a devotion that shattered every stereotype. She watched a terrified community take care of its own — and take care of her. *"They would twirl up a drag show on Saturday night and here'd come the money. That's how we bought medicine. That's how we paid rent. If it hadn't been for the drag queens, I don't know what we would have done."* By the mid-1990s, new treatments emerged. The crisis began to shift. And then, like so many heroes of the AIDS crisis, Ruth Coker Burks faded from public memory. She wrote a memoir in 2019 called *All the Young Men* because she needed people to understand what happened in Arkansas. What happened across America. What happens when fear convinces people to abandon their own children. And what happens when one person refuses to walk past a door everyone else fears. She didn't have medical training. She didn't have institutional backing. She didn't have money. She had compassion. Courage. Posthole diggers. And a family cemetery. That was enough to make sure 1,000 people didn't die believing they were worthless. The next time someone says one person can't change anything — Remember the red bag on the door. Remember the 13 hours she stayed with a stranger. Remember the 40 graves she dug with her own hands. She walked through that door in 1984. And 1,000 lives were forever changed because of it.

Women are out here sharing live locations, checking the backseats of cars, and holding their hands over their drinks. Men are doing 3 hour podcasts about how unfair it is that we don't smile at them. The disconnect is fatal.

@rottentiger_art @polinweek The Colin ghost also having the heart shaped chest hair is taking me out lol

In case anyone was wondering how well did Colin fare... Well, depends who u ask. I believe if there was a succubus Pen, this man would die the same way in each life #polin

We made it... ✨️

one of my mutuals has been accepted into med school abroad to follow her dreams of treating working class patients for free. she’s a black woman trying to fund this on her own, please donate to her gfm gofundme.com/f/support-sole…

Reese's eggs... Duh 🐣

@Anntotheee @Tweetee_x You can fuck all the way off ma'am

@Tweetee_x Ever sit n think how Colin saying “miss my wife” in that scene might be bc Pen’s dead by then

Streets saying philoise s8 and like im down but how are the Bridgerton brothers going to fight Philip??? 2/4 will be pensioners, one won’t even be able to stand straight because he’s spent years bending down for his wife and Gregory would be run down because he’s got 474747 kids

Ryan Coogler telling his cast to stand up during his acceptance speech, signing I love you, running to grab that baby so he could see his mama win the first Oscar for a woman in her category, hugging Chloe Zhao when Jessie Buckley won. A good man, a beautiful human being.