but guess what? sunday is my favorite day again.

what's next? twitter: @lovethynaberss

[dzekdzek]

daily affirmations:

I am not a jinx to the team I am rooting for

I am allowed to watch a game because my viewership will not alter the outcome of the game

I am but a drop in the bucket and the world is not affected by me watching a game

The score did not change because you looked at it funny

[jusjuiceboxbox]

Welcome to being an adult! Featuring such injury causing events as

- sneezed wrong

- turned your neck a little too fast

- slept weird

- took the trash out to the curb and stepped at a slightly different angle than usual

- breathed

- failed to breathe properly

- breathed in the wrong stuff. Allergy time

- looked too hard at something too far away

- knees

[orpheusilver]

god. shinzo abe got his shit wrecked by a goddamn doohickey but the lethal gunshot wound capital of the world cant aim for shit. what the fuck is the second amendment even for

[inadvertently-biblical]

I haven't looked like this in a long time.

DIGBY, EMMA & DANA in THE PITT - 7:00 P.M.

[couthbbg]

[delusional sports fan voice] but what if something really good happens this time……….

[amazoogle]

it's Tuesday all day today and there's no known way to prevent this

[mobiblackout]

When I see the posts about Iranians being shot and killed for freedom get barely 100 notes, I feel like there is no nation lonelier than us.

[mobiblackout]

this got 100+ notes, can we get it to 200+

[lovethynabers]

spent the first three quarters of the last game of the season at #work. wdym we've scored six times

[lesbianjaxsondart]

[aaronstveit]

okay i wanna play. what's the first song on your wrapped that has a color in the title?

[lovethynabers]

rest in peace duane kearns puryear.

december 20, 1964 - 1991

[celestial-tadpole]

forget your zodiac tell me what you order at a bar and at a coffee shop

[gaygraviturgist]

and congratulations to us all who have outlived dick cheney!!! may he rot!!!

[lesbianjaxsondart]

im sure u do, cam 🤨🏳️‍🌈

[sajafamily05]

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

Help Saja Rebuild a Life After Everything Fell Apart

My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

[kosmogrl]

I love me some tylenol #mytylenol

[kosmogrl]

[oldguardians]

once again thinking about "the lottery" by shirley jackson.

imagine there was a man in the story who went around giving speeches about the importance of the lottery as a tradition. He said the casualties were unfortunate, but also an inevitable price of freedom. Imagine he treated those who sought to end the senseless cycle of violence with condescension and derision, calling them idiotic, naïve, and diseased.

yet when that man was selected for the lottery and stoned to death, everyone mourned him and said how unfair it was that a bright young family man should die so soon. And when people pointed out that this man was killed by a system he adamantly defended and worked to perpetuate, they lost their jobs and were shunned from the community as insensitive and monstrous.

Imagine. Hypothetically. For no particular reason.