My little bro saw me come home looking completely dead. He asked, 'Are you getting yelled at work all day?' I was too tired to explain, so I just said, 'Kinda.'__ Then he quietly went to his room, came back and handed me some note. Then don’t go tomorrow. Here, take these.' I counted them. It’s twenty seven dollar. In my whole life, I’ve never seen twenty five dollar worth more than this."😭🫂

Finding out that ADHD can be connected with frequent headaches and migraines is honestly wild. You can spend years assuming you're simply dehydrated, stressed, tired, or unlucky, while several ADHD-related factors may be contributing at once—sleep being inconsistent, forgetting to eat properly, medication side effects, and everything else that comes with an unpredictable routine. Sometimes the headache isn't random. It's just another reminder that ADHD affects more than attention.

I just heard that there are cars requiring a monthly subscription for things like “remote start” and “heated seats”. Please, what are these companies/brands so I can make sure I never even consider buying one?

A stoner rubs a bong and a genie comes out, offering three wishes. The stoner says, "ok for my first wish, I want a six inch joint." And poof! A joint appears and the stoner and genie sit down and smoke it together. "For my second wish, I want a 12 inch blunt!" And poof! A blunt appears and the stoner and genie sit down and smoke it together. "Ok now for my third wish, I want an 18 inch monster roll with a THC-concentrate core!" And poof! The biggest blunt you've ever seen appears and the stoner and genie sit down and smoke it together. Finally the genie gets up and slowly starts to stagger away. Then he stops, turns his head, and with a stoney grin says, "ok man, one more wish"

You can't outgrow people you were never growing with. Some of y'all holding on to memories, not people. Y'all out here trying to fix connections that only existed when you were smaller versions of yourself.

The Boy Who Came Back Every Sunday Every Sunday for 12 years, a young man visited the same hospital. He always sat on the same bench. Always at 4:30 PM. And always carried a small paper bag. Nobody knew why. One Sunday, a nurse finally asked him. “Are you waiting for someone?” He smiled. “I used to.” “Used to?” “My mother.” The nurse sat beside him. “What happened to her?” “She died here when I was 10.” The nurse looked confused. “Then why do you keep coming?” He opened the paper bag. Inside was a small chocolate cake. “My mother promised me she'd buy me one every Sunday.” “But she never got the chance.” “So I bring one for her.” The nurse didn't know what to say. For years, he continued. Rain or sunshine. Birthdays. Christmas. Even on Sundays when he had nowhere else to go. Then one Sunday, he didn't come. The nurse noticed immediately. She asked around. Nobody had heard from him. A week later, an envelope arrived at the hospital. It was addressed to the nurse. Inside was a letter. “I finally found my mother's old medical records.” “She wasn't supposed to die that night.” The nurse's heart sank. “She had a treatable condition.” “But the hospital couldn't afford the medication at the time.” Then came the line that broke her. “I've spent 12 years coming back because I wanted someone here to remember her.” The nurse looked at the name on the letter. Then froze. It was the name of the hospital's founder. The man who had built the hospital 30 years earlier. And underneath his name was one final sentence: “I'm sorry I couldn't save my mother, so I built this hospital to make sure nobody else's child has to sit on a bench waiting for someone who isn't coming back.”