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To all the hardworking women out there striving to build a better life, may you meet a man who supports your dreams, eases your burdens, and helps you grow—not one who takes advantage of your hard work.

When ur auntie asks ab ur love life so u hit her with the mbappe special

This is actually so sad for Ronaldo

I guess everyone is busy watching Portugal vs Spain in the Round of 16 right now, and I’m just the lone yapper left wandering around this app.

Apparently, my definition of entertainment has raised a few eyebrows. Which is funny to me, because just because I don’t understand the offside rule doesn’t mean I’m out here staring blankly at a wall between meals.

(I mean to be honest, I do stare at walls sometimes. But that’s a completely separate hobby.)

Some people unwind by watching 22 people chase a ball. I unwind by accidentally writing a love letter to a potato, overthinking a sentence for forty-five minutes, and narrating my own internal monologue like it’s a BBC documentary.

Trust me, boredom and I aren’t even on speaking terms. We’re just entertained by entirely different genres.

Anyway, I’ll leave you all to Portugal vs Spain while I continue my solo TED Talk in the corner of this app.

As I see yet again, unnecessary posts over small petty issues.

Here is a quick reminder again: please stop wasting time on social media over small issues, and spend your time with your parents while you have a chance.

When parents leave us unexpectedly, life won't be the same again and the pain is difficult to overcome.

Time does heal the pain eventually, but everyone deals with it differently.

No one will understand you better than your parents.

Even positive memories with your deceased family members can break you down.

So please use your time wisely.
Miss my mum and brother so much 😢💔

Cute billi 🐈

This is genuinely one more reason why I can’t quit the gym anymore. Not discipline. Not fitness. Certainly not the love of cardio. Nothing that terrifying.

It’s that gloriously crispy-on-the-outside, cloud-soft-on-the-inside, butter-melting-into-every-crevice, perfectly salty jacket potato that comes fresh out of the oven.

I used to tolerate potatoes. We had a professional relationship. Respectable. Dependable. Very Employee of the Month energy. I’d acknowledge their contribution to society and carry on with my life.

Somewhere along the way, things escalated. Now I’m out here planning my workouts around one. This wasn’t on my 2026 bingo card, but here we are.

Anyway, if anyone needs me, I’ll still be dreaming about a potato that no longer exists, trying to remember exactly what it tasted like.

I’m fully, unapologetically in my po-tah-toh lover girl era. 🥔🤤💛

Assalamu alaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh.

I pray my brothers and sisters are in the greatest of health and Iman, insha'Allah ta'ala.

Some time ago, I posted on here and a guy, I won't call gim brother, said "what do you bring to the table?" And I said "as though Prophet Muhammad asked that question to his wives." Sadly, he's not the only guy who thinks like this and calling himself a Muslim. Men are providers and protectors of women. Deal with it. Period.

Unfortunately, shaytan has a grip on these men who watch porn day and night and expect for that £1 tomato he bought for his wife means she has to cook and do the dishes too. And grind to her knees cleaning the kitchen floor without a mop he cannot afford.

Chill😎😎