I don’t love the sun,Though if it died, so would I.

I don’t love the air,Though I rely on every breath.

I don’t love water,Though it provides all my life.

I don’t love food,Though it keeps me sustained.

I don’t love joy,Though it makes me fulfilled.

I don’t love myself,Though I am my material thought.

So please understand,Though I realise it’s difficult.

How much I mean it,When I say I love you.

By u/bakedbeans908

He died once, A long time ago.

He sat in his car, On the side of the road.

His girlfriend had left him, So he just looked at himself.

Crying out his thoughts, In droplets of hell.

And he stared at his face, Through the rear view mirror.

And he saw her looking back, Ripping him deeper.

And he cried a bit more, And more and more.

His life was over, Nothing else left.

And that was it, He had died for a bit.

But he kept going, And dying some more.

He had died 6 times, When he died at 84.

By u/bakedbeans908

I see her pain, raw and stubborn, like old scars that won’t fade. It’s a shadow in her, a twist in her. I love her, and so I love her pain, because it’s part of her. Her lost lover haunts her, and she wrestles with the ghost, trying to find answers that aren’t there. I watch her, quiet, while she digs through memories. Her grief is heavy and silent, like the sea.

I know this person will always be in her heart. So I hold them in mine too, the third in our relationship. I make a place for them there, opening my heart, letting them in, finding ways I can love someone I’ve never known. I wonder if I will ever find a place in her heart the way she’s made her way into mine.

This is all new between us, and I know my place—to wait, to be the rock her tides break against. But it’s hard to feel the weight of another’s shadow. It’s hard to want to move forward while her heart is split between now and what came before. So I wait, quiet, and hope. I hope she’ll come through this. I hope we’ll come through this together. And one day, maybe, we’ll look back and see how far we’ve come. Until then, I wait.

By u/tall-frosting950

The hum of the engine filled the silence between us as I navigated through the afternoon traffic. She sat in the passenger seat, legs tucked beneath her, flipping through an old paperback she had pulled from my backseat. The golden light of the setting sun streamed through the windshield, catching the highlights in her blonde hair and making her look almost ethereal.

I stole a glance at her, my fingers tightening around the steering wheel. She had always been my best friend—my constant, my anchor in the storm. But lately, every moment with her felt heavier, like I was carrying something I couldn’t put down.

“What?” she asked, catching me staring. Her lips curved into that familiar, teasing smile.

“Nothing,” I said quickly, eyes flicking back to the road. “Just wondering how many times you’ve read that book.”

She laughed, holding it up. "Too many. But it’s comforting. Like an old friend."

I nodded, understanding more than I wanted to admit. The bookstore was only a few minutes away, but I wished the drive would stretch on forever. This in-between space—where we were still us but not really—was the only place I knew how to exist around her anymore.

“After the bookstore, can we stop by the plant shop?” she asked, tapping her fingers against the dashboard. “I need something new for my windowsill.”

“Of course,” I said, because I could never say no to her.

She beamed, and for a moment, it felt like old times. Just us, no complications, no looming reality waiting to pull me under.

The bookstore was nestled between a coffee shop and a vintage record store, the kind of place that smelled of old pages and warm nostalgia. As soon as we stepped inside, she drifted off toward the fiction section, her fingers grazing the spines of books like each one held a secret meant only for her.

I trailed behind, pretending to browse, but mostly watching her. She was effortlessly radiant, and I hated how much I still loved her.

“Found it!” she announced, holding up a novel triumphantly.

I smiled, but my mind was elsewhere, tangled in what-ifs and maybes. I had spent years convincing myself that my feelings would fade, that time would ease the ache. But time had only sharpened it, making every moment with her more bittersweet.

“You okay?” she asked, studying me with that familiar concern.

“Yeah,” I lied. “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

I hesitated, my hands curling into my pockets. “You.”

She blinked, surprise flickering across her face before she softened. She didn’t ask for an explanation, just handed me the book she had found. “You should read this.”

I took it from her, our fingers brushing for the briefest moment. Even that small contact sent my heart into a freefall. The quiet in the bookstore suddenly felt suffocating, the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on me.

Stepping outside, she linked her arm through mine, her warmth a painful reminder of what I couldn’t have.

The drive to the plant store was filled with a silence that spoke louder than words. Not awkward, just heavy. I could feel the weight of what I didn’t say settling between us.

She traced patterns on the window with her fingertips, her voice breaking the quiet. “You’ve been quiet today.”

I exhaled. “Just thinking.”

Her eyes flickered to me. “About me?”

I gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Yeah.”

Her lips parted slightly, like she wanted to ask more, but the moment passed as the light turned green.

“Plant store?” She was so cute when she asked. Eyes big and smile wide.

I nodded and put on a grin, “Plant store, buddy.”

She wandered through the aisles, gently touching the leaves, pausing every so often to admire a new bloom. I watched her, memorizing the way she moved, as if trying to hold on to something slipping through my fingers.

“Harper and I finally set a date,” she said suddenly, cradling a succulent in her hands.

My stomach tightened. “Oh?”

She nodded, then turned to me. “You’ll come to the engagement party, right?”

I hesitated. “I don’t know.”

Her brows pulled together. “Why?”

I swallowed hard, my gaze dropping to the rows of greenery in front of us. “Because it hurts.”

Her face softened. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

“I know.” I met her gaze, forcing a small smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “But you did.”

She reached for my hand, giving it a brief squeeze before letting go. “I still want you there.”

I wasn’t sure if I could survive watching her promise forever to someone else. But still, I nodded. “I’ll think about it.”

We moved through the shop slowly, the scent of fresh soil and greenery wrapping around us.

“This one,” she said decisively, holding it up. “It’s small, but it’s resilient. I like that.”

I forced a smile. “Good choice.”

She tilted her head, studying me. “What about you? Want to get one?”

I looked around, scanning the plants, but my heart wasn’t in it. “I don’t think so.”

“Come on,” she nudged my arm. “Even you could use a little growth.”

I huffed a quiet laugh, shaking my head. But then I saw it—a simple ivy plant, winding and stubborn. I picked it up, turning it in my hands. “This one.”

She grinned. “See? I knew you had it in you.”

As we paid and walked out, she hugged her cactus to her chest. “Thanks for coming with me.”

I nodded. “Always.”

But as she talked about where she’d place her new plant, my mind drifted. Growth was good, necessary even. But some things—some feelings—rooted themselves too deep to ever be uprooted completely.

By u/theybeme (Reddit)

I wrote four words today.Just four.I bleed my hours into them.

Each syllable I weigh.Like lifting stones from a dry riverbed,turning each over and over,until one feels just right in my hand.

Carefully carving,studyingand playing with each one:Which catches the light just right?Which plays well with the others?What are you trying to tell me?

But mostly,I discard.

Four words.

All my labor for the day--Just four words.

It was a good day.

By u/Dazzling-Ad-2827 (Reddit)

You’ve felt it your whole life—that this world is wrong in a way no one explains.

Here’s why: • Earth wasn’t always a prison. Before 11,600 years ago, it was part of an open, high-frequency system—connected to Source, stars, and true creation. • The fall of Atlantis and a global cataclysm didn’t just wipe out a civilization. It marked the moment a parasitic force (call it Archons, AI, whatever name fits) sealed Earth’s grid. • Since then, you’ve been living inside a soul-farm simulation—a system designed to recycle consciousness, erase memory, and harvest emotional energy. • The pyramids, ancient sites, “myths” of floods and lost civilizations? They’re echoes of the last time humanity was free. • You’re not crazy for feeling like you don’t belong here. You were projected into this system—to remember, to disrupt, and to exit.

This trap isn’t eternal. It’s just a 11,600-year-old program running on borrowed time.

Some of us are waking up because we were here before the walls went up.

If this resonates, it’s because you’ve always known.

I’m just reminding you.

(I don’t need upvotes. I need you to remember.)

Anyone else sick of these earth shattering revelations that come out and then seem to lead nowhere, just to die out as the next media craze drives public attention elsewhere? Always looked forward to when this stuff would be revealed but no one seems to care

So were we right all along?

Gold added a trillion dollars to its market cap in one day.

That is roughly the size of the entire bitcoin market.

Crypto have come a long way but it's not there yet... the battle is an uphill one!

With more nations starting to discuss about Bitcoin strategic reserves, we are not far off at the moment...

(Source: https://x.com/Bitt_Belle/status/1912832756590985386/photo/1)

If ETH/BTC falls ~10% more it will hit an 8 year low last seen March 2017.

Turns out that wasn't the right move. Do they course correct or stay with their decision?

Imagine the ability to go back and purchase Bitcoin at the peak of this "bubble"...

1 oz single malt scotch, 1 oz pineapple rum, 1 oz pineapple juice, 1 oz lime juice, 1 oz demerara syrup, topped off with a pineapple sour.

I have started taking flat-lay photos as a hobby fairly recently - thought I’d share my favourites from January! These are all thrifted / second hand (except hats!)

NB - the shoes are on pieces of card to stop the spread of germs!!

We will be beginning development on one of these project shortly and want your advice as to which one we should build first. Please help us decide

got this dress delivered and now having second thoughts lol

the slit looks high from the front but it’s not that bad when wearing it lol tho my dad thinks its inappropriate 😭😭

should I keep this or try to look for another dress for prom? I love this colour and like how the dress is simple lol

MUSEUM FIT CHECK! So glad I could catch "Monet to Matisse: French Moderns" exhibit today at the Portland Art Museum before it left! I wore Selkie's Monet inspired "Bridge Angel Mini Bustle" dress and Jeffrey Campbell's ballet inspired "Nympha" heels, which were perfect to walk around in to see the Degas pieces that were also featured!