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[sunnyanddumb98]

OLIVE OIL

My grandmother had arrived, parked wrong, rain pouring down, one suitcase, one bruised eye.

My first teenage year, a woman’s broken heart.

The olive tree in the back of my home guarded my hound’s home, ten puppies of different breeds. It gave nothing but fresh shade.

Leaves fell, shaken, the puppies were adopted away.

I kept her emerald earring and a lot of remembrance.

The tree gave me olives. So I left, saw the films, and took the planes.

My grandmother took a belt. "Mother fucker, you’ll behave."

Sand in the air and the gentle terral shade. Homeless, sleepless, wrong reservation dates.

At the end of the night, an open bar, under the first sun, suitcase in hand.

It had taken me back home, near the sand and San Pedro, near the sea and the moon.

Once it stopped giving, my dad trimmed the tree, ready to throw out the sticks.

But I knew, with or without olives, it could hold me tight.

Diamond Press, muscles sore, drop by drop, a bottle came.

Olive oil is sweet. It softens my hair, heals my gut when I am abroad, far from home.

Under the sun, it has warmed my heart, penetrating a soft bed of clouds until it touched the crust.

And the whole world is new, and the birds sing in my life.

And when it touches tomato—oh my!

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[nonnienautskie]

⏰Throwback Thursday🕰️ (17 years ago)

She smiles at the path she once walked upon, Knowing the journey is never truly gone. For in the echoes of yesterday's light, We find the strength to continue our flight. (website: onlyfans.com/nonnie_40dd)

[chibidraws]

Tried to recreate an early memory of me cajoling mom to lend me her bindi and help out in an impromptu mom cosplay. No reason or rhyme, just the way daughters instinctively look up to their moms as their first role model.

[sinderblogs19]

You, my love, make it happen

What makes life beautiful? If not your handkerchief, then the mess behind, if not your perfume, then your scent lingering behind, if not your letter, then the pen behind, if not your presence then memories behind.

[echoesofnothing26]

A Story Unwritten

There’s a quiet ache that lingers in the spaces where I thought something more might grow. I keep revisiting moments like turning pages of a book that never quite ends, hoping maybe I missed a line that would change the story. But there’s no twist, no hidden revelation—just the quiet truth that I knew all along but somehow tried to rewrite in my head.

It wasn’t her fault. It never was. She never promised anything more than what we had for that brief time, and I can’t hold her responsible for the parts of me that decided to stay behind, lingering in memories that feel heavier now.

I told myself I wasn’t hoping for much, that I could settle for her presence, even if fleeting. But the truth is, I wanted more, even when I said I didn’t. I can’t blame her for not stepping into the story I built without asking if she wanted to be part of it.

I keep thinking maybe I should have waited, let time soften the edges, but the words felt too heavy to carry alone. And so I spoke, knowing the risk, and now I’m left in the quiet aftermath.

There’s no villain here. Just two people, crossing paths for a moment, and one of them holding on a little longer than the other. I won’t apologize for feeling the way I do, and I won’t ask her to apologize for not feeling the same.

Maybe, in time, this weight will lift. Maybe I’ll look back and simply feel grateful for what we’ve shared. And maybe, just maybe, in time, we’ll find each other with new eyes—eyes that can rewrite the story of us and choose to move forward.

For me, that door will always remain open.

[illuminatingfacts]

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[myselfishworld]

Most of the worst hatred all raised by good memories.

H.K on Time Doesn’t Heal

[yellowmanula]

I hope it's good for you there in the Afterlife, Mom. We miss you ❤️

[purplepanda-marvel-leaks]

INSIDE OUT 2 LEAK

[stochastique-blog]

Usefull Stuff

October 1943 Les and Betty Wilson

[1whimsicalgal]

I don't remember who sent me this photo collage, but I like it and thank you. The bottom image is from my first interview 35 years after filming, March 2008. Michael Felsher from @redshirtpictures, gently guided me through a painless hour. It's was a fun interview that I think you'll enjoy.

This interview was timed to be included in the 2008 Blu-Ray TCSM '74 re-release. Michael sent me some free DVD's. Excited, I immediately tried to put it in my DVD player. I hadn't seen it in a good ten years at that time. Being severely IT deficient, I soon discovered I'd need to purchase an actual Blu-Ray player. 😂🤪 Michael saved me at Cinema Wasteland a couple of years ago when I wasn't feeling well At All. He was right there to help me pack up. Thank you, Michael.🌷In 2008, after agreeing to come out as 'Pam', and appear for the first time, a friend asked me, "Teri, you know you're on YouTube, right?"My reply, "Oh, no. What's You Tube?"

It never ceases to amaze me when I read all the YouTube comments how much everyone loved Pam and all our cast and crew. It always makes my day! If you'd like to watch it, I recently saw it's on YouTube again: https://youtu.be/V-4vqPAmmvg?si=28Y9fdsgYYCMTbZH

Cheers n Chainsaws! Pam 💋❤️

[versiqcontent]

The older I get, the more I understand what my father was fixing. Not the bike. Not really.

He never said much. But he always showed up. With a wrench. With silence. With love that didn’t ask for attention.

Some people love with words. Others love with presence. And sometimes, we only recognize it years later, in the way we care for broken things that never quite work.

If you know that kind of love, this story might feel like memory. Or maybe like a moment you never got to name.

[joelekm]

Baba, Shunte Ki Pao?| A Journey Through Memories and Faith | Shirin Chowdhury

This heartfelt video takes you on a nostalgic journey through cherished memories that still linger in the present. The scent remains, the glasses lie untouched, and the familiar Panjabi and cap still hold meaning. As the soft recitation of the Quran and the gentle rhythm of the Tasbih fill the air, the presence of a loved one is felt deeply. Set against a moving musical backdrop, the video beautifully blends emotion, spirituality, and memory—capturing the essence of someone who may be gone but is never truly forgotten.

[iismmumbai]

So much nostalgia in every moment! 🥺✨

As the students celebrated the joy of receiving their degrees 🎓 during the Degree Distribution Ceremony 2025, they reminisced about warm moments 🥰 and walked down memory lanes with their friends and beloved professors.

Laughter echoed through the halls and their face beamed with happiness as they shared future plans. The occasion witnessed an amalgam of fondness of looking back and excitement of looking forward.

[nkygrl-blog]

The Double-Edged Sword of Nostalgia

Hello, everyone… I’m 156 years old and I have been listening to post punk / alternative for 87 years, and this song, this song that found me via Mobland, has saved my life. This band is pure, raw talent. Please enjoy it along with this newest post. Down the Rabbit Hole Today I need to talk about taking off my rose-colored glasses. I have to remind myself to steer clear of magical thinking when…