humor
"Humor is what binds humans together and makes difficult times just a little less painful; Sometimes you can't help but laugh. "
The Earth Remembers Everything
The Earth Remembers Everything It remembers the weight of the first footstep, pressed softly into loam long before cities had names. It remembers fire, and the first laughter. It remembers when we sang to trees instead of cutting them down.
By waseem khan7 months ago in Humans
The Strong One Is Suffering
They call me the strong one. The reliable one. The one you go to when your life is falling apart, when you need advice at midnight, when you're on the edge and need someone to talk you down. I’ve worn that label like armor for years—believing it meant I was valuable, needed, even loved.
By Nadeem Shah 7 months ago in Humans
I Talk to Strangers Online and Make Them Feel Better - And That’s a Good Thing!
Hi there! 👋 My name is Diana, and I do something very special. I talk to people online and help them feel better when they’re sad, lonely, or even when they just need someone to listen. It’s called companion chatting, and it’s like having a cozy little voice in your pocket.
By Diana Crooks7 months ago in Humans
Ink That Never Fades: The Tattoo I Got for My Brother
Some losses never heal. They just become part of who you are—etched into your soul like ink in skin. That’s what losing my brother felt like. One moment, we were laughing about something stupid only we would understand, and the next… he was gone. Sudden. Brutal. Final.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Humans
Mishka The Bear. Top Story - July 2025.
I saw the young brown bear for the first time on Friday afternoon of my big move. It lurked in the shadow of the pine trees that fringed my property — not quite a cub, but not fully grown yet. My limited knowledge of bears suggested it was about two years old.
By Lana V Lynx7 months ago in Humans
“The Homeless Man Who Returned a Lost Wallet—And Changed His Life Forever”
It was an ordinary Tuesday morning in downtown Chicago. The sidewalks were alive with the rhythm of rushing feet, coffee carts, and hurried conversations. But on the corner of 8th and Monroe, near the steel trash can where he often spent his mornings, Raymond Thomas, a 54-year-old homeless man, was about to make a choice that would alter the course of his life.
By Umar Farooq7 months ago in Humans







