Tony
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Just because my heart stopped, doesn't mean the world did.
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I have seen this come up in my feed too many times to count this week. Two eyebrows up. Join me in prayer tonight, for the people who touched our lives, good or bad, that they find the courage to live their truth.
February 6, 2026 at 1:45 PM
I have seen this come up in my feed too many times to count this week. Two eyebrows up. Join me in prayer tonight, for the people who touched our lives, good or bad, that they find the courage to live their truth.
I have heard this song 11 times this week. One eyebrow up js
February 6, 2026 at 1:31 PM
I have heard this song 11 times this week. One eyebrow up js
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Assisted-dying legislation is increasing across the country. States that are home to a third of Americans could soon allow it
The right to die spreads in America
States that are home to a third of Americans could soon allow it
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February 6, 2026 at 12:40 PM
Assisted-dying legislation is increasing across the country. States that are home to a third of Americans could soon allow it
Funny how a song can affect you day even before it started.
February 6, 2026 at 12:58 PM
Funny how a song can affect you day even before it started.
A home is more than a house. It's a
history, a legacy, and a sanctuary of
the heart.
…Just don’t get pushed off the roof.
history, a legacy, and a sanctuary of
the heart.
…Just don’t get pushed off the roof.
February 5, 2026 at 9:20 PM
A home is more than a house. It's a
history, a legacy, and a sanctuary of
the heart.
…Just don’t get pushed off the roof.
history, a legacy, and a sanctuary of
the heart.
…Just don’t get pushed off the roof.
Falling in love is not a choice. To stay in love is.
February 1, 2026 at 3:00 AM
Falling in love is not a choice. To stay in love is.
If someone’s identity is stabilized, hardened by their current worldview, they will defend it—even against truth, evidence, or a partner they care about.
My thoughts are with her, even now as we sit on opposite sides of the same table.
My thoughts are with her, even now as we sit on opposite sides of the same table.
January 31, 2026 at 6:25 AM
If someone’s identity is stabilized, hardened by their current worldview, they will defend it—even against truth, evidence, or a partner they care about.
My thoughts are with her, even now as we sit on opposite sides of the same table.
My thoughts are with her, even now as we sit on opposite sides of the same table.
Doctors used to swear by Hippocrates.
Now they swear by margins.
They order scans you don’t need,
because machines have to breathe too.
Now they swear by margins.
They order scans you don’t need,
because machines have to breathe too.
January 16, 2026 at 1:45 AM
Doctors used to swear by Hippocrates.
Now they swear by margins.
They order scans you don’t need,
because machines have to breathe too.
Now they swear by margins.
They order scans you don’t need,
because machines have to breathe too.
Experience has cured me of expectations.
January 14, 2026 at 9:51 PM
Experience has cured me of expectations.
Misanthropy isn’t contempt for humanity; it’s familiarity without illusion.
January 14, 2026 at 9:51 PM
Misanthropy isn’t contempt for humanity; it’s familiarity without illusion.
"The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had nothing tears." Heartbreak and pain can lead to deeper beauty and strength.
January 14, 2026 at 4:36 PM
"The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had nothing tears." Heartbreak and pain can lead to deeper beauty and strength.
while (you == mine)
{
heart.rate = infinity;
skin.memory = your fingertips;
sleep = null;
cuddle = true;
}
And every line would make perfect sense.
But no one would compile it.
Because the compiler would blush.
{
heart.rate = infinity;
skin.memory = your fingertips;
sleep = null;
cuddle = true;
}
And every line would make perfect sense.
But no one would compile it.
Because the compiler would blush.
January 14, 2026 at 5:02 AM
while (you == mine)
{
heart.rate = infinity;
skin.memory = your fingertips;
sleep = null;
cuddle = true;
}
And every line would make perfect sense.
But no one would compile it.
Because the compiler would blush.
{
heart.rate = infinity;
skin.memory = your fingertips;
sleep = null;
cuddle = true;
}
And every line would make perfect sense.
But no one would compile it.
Because the compiler would blush.
You taught me the mathematical expression of love, my numbers girl.
L(t) = 1
The value is always one.
No matter what t is.
No matter how long we’ve argued.
No matter how many fights we’ve had.
It never dips.
Never spikes.
Never loses magnitude.
L equals one.
Forever.
L(t) = 1
The value is always one.
No matter what t is.
No matter how long we’ve argued.
No matter how many fights we’ve had.
It never dips.
Never spikes.
Never loses magnitude.
L equals one.
Forever.
January 11, 2026 at 12:58 AM
You taught me the mathematical expression of love, my numbers girl.
L(t) = 1
The value is always one.
No matter what t is.
No matter how long we’ve argued.
No matter how many fights we’ve had.
It never dips.
Never spikes.
Never loses magnitude.
L equals one.
Forever.
L(t) = 1
The value is always one.
No matter what t is.
No matter how long we’ve argued.
No matter how many fights we’ve had.
It never dips.
Never spikes.
Never loses magnitude.
L equals one.
Forever.
Love is a one-sided function.
Its derivative is infinite, and its direction is always toward you.
Its derivative is infinite, and its direction is always toward you.
January 11, 2026 at 12:54 AM
Love is a one-sided function.
Its derivative is infinite, and its direction is always toward you.
Its derivative is infinite, and its direction is always toward you.
I'll always remember the math you taught me, my numbers girl.
lim (I love you)
I→y
lim (I love you)
I→y
January 11, 2026 at 12:52 AM
I'll always remember the math you taught me, my numbers girl.
lim (I love you)
I→y
lim (I love you)
I→y
On ghosting...
Still—there’s a kind of honesty in running.
In not pretending she could be what you needed.
Still—there’s a kind of honesty in running.
In not pretending she could be what you needed.
January 9, 2026 at 4:18 AM
On ghosting...
Still—there’s a kind of honesty in running.
In not pretending she could be what you needed.
Still—there’s a kind of honesty in running.
In not pretending she could be what you needed.
You felt safe because it was watching.
January 8, 2026 at 8:01 PM
You felt safe because it was watching.