Humanity
Word of the Day: めちゃくちゃ
I think I am just waiting for 10 am so I can go to the pot shop. Before the page loaded and I was just thinking to myself, " Why do I feel so unsettled? It is Uranus sextile Neptune.. This should be a good thing. I did something sort of risky but I feel like, as long as I don't care about the result, it will be fine. I got the 10 of pentacles as the positive in that action so.. Ah I think I am sort of giddy off the idea of having today to rest, not only rest but... maybe even play.
By Kayla McIntosh3 months ago in Confessions
“I Won’t Be Silenced”: French Anti-Drugs Activist Speaks Out After Brutal Murder of His Brothers. AI-Generated.
When tragedy strikes, most people retreat from public life, overwhelmed by grief and fear. But for one French anti-drugs activist, a shocking and deeply personal loss has strengthened his resolve instead of silencing him. After the murder of his two brothers, the activist—long known for speaking out against drug trafficking and gang influence in French communities—has declared, “I won’t be silenced.” His words have now sparked nationwide discussions on organized crime, community safety, and the emotional toll carried by those who dare to challenge powerful criminal networks.
By Fiaz Ahmed 3 months ago in Confessions
Hidden Pain:. AI-Generated.
Pain isn't always usually loud. It does not continually scream, cry, or call for attention. sometimes, ache hides in silence, tucked away behind smiles and well mannered conversations. It lingers quietly, invisible to the sector, yet heavy enough to bend the soul. this is the story of hidden pain—the type that no person sees, however anybody carries.
By The Writer...A_Awan3 months ago in Confessions
What Wicked Reminded Me About Life, Friendship, and the Dreams We’re Still Fighting For
Monday night Blu and I finally got to go to an early viewing of Wicked: For Good — something I actually signed up for months ago on Amazon Prime. They had an early-release option where Prime members could register for a chance to get tickets, but it wasn’t guaranteed because they were limited and expected to sell out fast. I signed up anyway, crossed my fingers, and about a month ago got the notification that they were available. I grabbed two immediately. Ever since we went, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Until last year, I honestly wasn’t a fan of Wicked. I didn’t know much about it, and someone once told me it was basically a Wizard of Oz “remake,” so I judged it way too quickly. (And honestly, if someone had just told me Kristin Chenoweth was Glinda in the Broadway show, I probably would have gone to see it immediately.) Wizard of Oz was huge in my life — part of my childhood and part of my family. That famous Glinda line, “Are you a good witch or a bad witch?” felt freeing even as a kid. I loved witches and never understood why people acted like they were automatically bad. I always wondered how they got that way. I was a little rough around the edges growing up, but I never lashed out without a reason. That’s just not who I am. I’m a live-and-let-live person. So if a witch was acting out, I wanted to know what pushed her there. But no one wanted to explore Oz that deeply with me. Either they didn’t get it, or they thought I was trying to talk my way out of trouble — which wasn’t true. I never cared if I got in trouble for defending myself. My parents always knew if I was involved in something, someone else started it. Those nights usually ended with ice cream or a new Barbie. But if I started something? That was different. They warned me they’d melt all my Barbies. I believed them. One time my mom said if she had to ask me to do something again, she’d cut my Barbie’s hair off. I tested her. She grabbed my dad’s electric razor and shaved Barbie bald. I never tested her again. Barbie hair was everything to me.
By Wren Kirk3 months ago in Confessions
The Girl Who Appeared in My Dreams Before I Ever Met Her
[by mazkaz] I never believed in strange coincidences, and I definitely never believed in destiny. But everything changed the night I saw her—not in real life, but in a dream so vivid it felt like someone had opened a window into another world.
By Muzzakir Khan3 months ago in Confessions
The Things We Don’t Say: How Silence Became the Language of Our Generation
The Quiet Distance Between Us In a coffee shop, two friends are seated opposite one another. Coffee mugs warm their hands, but their eyes are glued to their phones. Though alerts blink on the screens and conversation fills the air, between these two buddies is a sensitive, invisible barrier.
By Shahjahan Kabir Khan3 months ago in Confessions
How Losing Everything Forced Me to Finally Find Myself. AI-Generated.
I used to define myself by what I had: my job, my apartment, my social life. I believed stability meant happiness. I thought that as long as I had a plan, I was safe. But life has a funny way of showing you how fragile all of that really is.
By Aless Hely3 months ago in Confessions
