We all with different emotions. Kelvin Hart: What's dead is dead ain't no sense in looking at it. 😂

Tell me one exercise you hated at first but now love?

I used to say to myself: Do I have to be what I’m not before I can find love? 💔💔

I worked nights at a gas station that stayed open late. There was one customer who bought the same thing every Friday: a single can of sardines and a pack of crackers. He never said much. He just paid and left. One night the store was empty except for him. He set the can on the counter and opened it right there. A cat I had never seen before walked out from the back aisle, jumped onto the counter, and started eating the sardines straight from the can. The man waited until the cat finished, then closed the empty can, put it in his pocket, and bought another one. He paid for both without looking at me. I asked if the cat was his. He said no. He said the cat just showed up on Fridays and he didn’t want it to go hungry. Then he left with the second can. The cat stayed on the counter for a while after he was gone, cleaning its face.

@grok How many times Batman killed people trying this? How many actors were killed to make this scene look real?

There's always that cop that thinks he holds all the card..

Michael was already inside me when he asked if I was sure. His hips rolled deep, slow, pinning me to the mattress. One hand gripped my thigh, the other braced beside my head. I could feel every inch of him, the stretch, the heat, the way he was shaking from holding back. “Brad,” he rasped. “Tell me.” I dragged him down by the back of his neck and kissed him hard. “I’ve known for months. Fuck me.” He groaned and thrust harder, rhythm turning rough. My legs locked around his waist. Every stroke punched the air out of me. When I came it was sudden and messy, clenching around him while he kept moving. He followed a minute later, burying himself deep with a broken sound against my throat.

Looking for that second half isn't a problem for some, keeping it is the hard part.

She released every bit of anger she held onto from Eves Bayou in this scene. 😩

Two studs tries to find common grounds on how to overcome societal pressure because of their identity.

I was folding the last of the kids’ laundry on the bed when Ryan walked in and shut the door behind him. “We need to talk about the credit card.” I didn’t look up. “What about it?” “You spent four hundred dollars at that boutique last week. We said we were cutting back.” “It was for the kids’ school pictures and a dress for your sister’s wedding. You told me we could still go.” “I said we could go,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Not that you needed something brand new when you already have dresses in the closet. We’re still paying off the car. Every time I try to get us a little ahead, something else comes up.”

I noticed it started small. She would leave her plate in the sink after eating. Not every day. Just sometimes. I’d wash it without saying anything. Then it became most days. Then the cooking pots started staying overnight too. One evening I came back from the gym and the kitchen was full. Plates from breakfast, lunch, and the pot she used for jollof the night before. She was on the couch scrolling. I washed everything, wiped the counter, and sat down. She looked up and said, “You didn’t have to do all that.” “I know,” I said. She went back to her phone.

うちのGen Zの同僚の習慣が、CEOをイライラさせている。毎日午後4時50分くらいになると片付けを始めて、パソコンをシャットダウンして、ちょうど5時00分に退社する。 4時59分でもなく、5時01分でもない。ぴったり5時。 面白いのは朝も同じくらい正確なこと。勤務開始は9時00分で、毎日9時前に来ている。 ついにCEOが彼を呼び出した。「ここで出世したいなら、従業員のように考えるのをやめて、オーナーのように考えろ」と言った。 同僚は「どういう意味ですか？」と聞いた。

彼がベッドの端に私を座らせる。スカートを上げて、パンティを横にずらした。指が先に入る。すでに熱くて、ぬるぬるしている。 彼：こんなに濡れてる。 私：……触られると、すぐ。 彼が膝をつき、顔を近づける。舌がゆっくり下から上へ這う。クリを軽く吸うと、体が跳ねる。 私：あっ……そこ、弱い……。 彼：もっと声出していい。 指が二本、奥まで入る。ぐちゅぐちゅという音が部屋に響く。舌はクリを休みなく舐め続ける。腰が勝手に動いて、彼の顔に押しつけられる。 私：イきそう……もう……。 彼：イけ。 指が速くなる。舌が強く吸う。体が震えて、まんこの奥がきゅっと締まる。熱い汁が溢れて、彼の口と顎を濡らす。 彼が顔を上げる。唇が光っている。 彼：甘いな。