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PSA (and in the right phonetic order too).

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Michel Garnier (1753-1829) "A Fashionably Dressed Young Woman in the Arcade of the Palais Royal" (1787) Oil on canvas Currently in a private collection

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Peleș Castle, Royal Domain of Sinaia, Prahova County, Romania,

Paul Gostielean Photography

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no exaggeration i genuinely cried when watching the new Superman trailer. I thought i was exhausted of all of the Batman/Superman remakes. I thought i was sick of those two. No. I was wrong. I was sick and TIRED of the lack of HOPE and INSPIRATION and JOY in these movies. this trailer? the colors? the costume? KRYPTO????? This shit is HEALING something in me. I will be in that theatre straight crying with zero shame and i can't WAIT

(also, if ANYTHING happens to Krypto that makes him make that injured puppy noise, i will FIGHT.)

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We never truly understand the finality of death until it quietly takes the one who loved us without condition—our pet. It’s in the stillness of the house, the untouched toys, and the empty spot by the door that we begin to feel the weight of their absence. Death doesn’t warn us; it simply arrives, leaving us to navigate a world that feels colder, quieter, and so much lonelier.

We learn its meaning through the little things—the food bowl that no longer needs filling, the leash hanging unused, the silence where paws once pattered. It’s a cruel lesson, teaching us the depth of love only by taking it away. And in that moment, we realize: understanding loss comes at a cost too heavy to bear.

It’s not the goodbye that breaks us—it’s the way their absence lingers in every corner, the way we still reach out to pet them, only to find empty air. We miss the warmth of their presence, the joy in their eyes, and the way they made even the hardest days feel lighter.

They were more than just pets—they were family, our comfort, our joy. And now, all we have are memories and the quiet ache of a love that will never fade.

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I would never leave... 💜🖤

📷: worldai

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Diana the Huntress, Orazio Gentileschi, 2nd quarter of 17th century

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Court dress of Empress Maria Feodorovna (Sophie Dorothea of Württemberg), 1820s. State Hermitage Museum.

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Cappadocia, Turkey 🇹🇷

📷 | @TheRoadisLife_

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♡Flower: Monkey Orchid

Science: Dracula simia, known also as the monkey-like Dracula, is an epiphytic orchid originally described as part of the genus Masdevallia, but later reclassified as part of genus Dracula. The arrangement of column, petals and lip resembles a monkey's face.

Symbolism: Friendship, affection, strength, and resilience.

Fun Fact: Monkey orchid is a perennial orchid and it has a very long life of many years. However, a plant starts to flower after 7 years of its germination requiring the owners to be patient to see the monkey faced flowers. But once it starts to flower, you can expect the plant to flower every year for nearly 19 years.

Can you eat it?: No, monkey orchids are not edible and can be toxic to humans.