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Elle Gray
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notes from a quiet storm…
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observing, not explaining.
There’s something cringe about Tia Mowry “embracing” her single era. Sis, a man does not define u (or maybe that’s the part you’re still wrestling with). Write a book. Make an album. Paint a picture. Heal. Grow. Tell ur story & move forward. No more jokes.Just let the next chapter speak for itself.
December 30, 2025 at 3:03 AM
I’m not sure how I feel about the American version of Doc Martin called Best Medicine, but I’ll give it a try.

#FlyEaglesFly
December 28, 2025 at 11:35 PM
And why does waking up to use the bathroom always feel like a life threatening emergency?
No warning. No “on the way.”
You either move immediately… or you’re going swimming.
The bladder has zero chill.
December 24, 2025 at 6:17 AM
Running the A.C. on Christmas Eve feels spiritually incorrect. December is supposed to feel like something…and this ain’t it. Maybe my friend was right… no snow, no real Christmas.
Because this? This feels like a regular day in a holiday costume. 🎄
December 24, 2025 at 6:13 AM
So yeah, if you’re standing here like “is this satire or real life?”—same. Sometimes the most honest response to an unserious environment is simply: what the hell is happening?
December 24, 2025 at 3:45 AM
I realized it’s not just confusion—it’s grief. Grief for coherence. For the idea that leadership meant gravity, responsibility, and shared reality.
December 24, 2025 at 3:45 AM
We’re watching the line between governance and performance completely dissolve. Shock value over substance. Spectacle over seriousness. And somehow we’re all expected to just… adjust.
December 24, 2025 at 3:44 AM
When politics starts sounding like reality TV and TMZ feels like a credible source, your brain is gonna short-circuit. That confusion? That’s not ignorance. That’s sanity reacting to absurdity.
December 24, 2025 at 3:44 AM
I think what’s messing with me most right now is that America doesn’t feel like a real place anymore. It feels like we slipped into a fantasy novel and nobody told us the rules were optional.
December 24, 2025 at 3:44 AM
Crazy how “I like you” can mean
“I can’t imagine my life without you.”
December 21, 2025 at 11:16 PM
I could survive loving you.
Liking you is what made you necessary.
December 21, 2025 at 11:16 PM
Falling in love is easy.
Finding someone you genuinely like being with?
That’s the real plot twist.
December 21, 2025 at 11:15 PM
Missing you in the small moments is how I knew.
Not love.
Like.
December 21, 2025 at 11:15 PM
Love is loud.
Like is quiet and steady.
Guess which one changed everything.
December 21, 2025 at 11:15 PM
Liking someone means you want them in your ordinary moments.
That’s deeper than love ever tried to be.
December 21, 2025 at 11:14 PM
I like you.
Your presence.
Your laughter.
The comfort.
That’s the part that got me in trouble.
December 21, 2025 at 11:14 PM
You can love someone and not like them.
But when you actually like someone?
Yeah… that’ll rearrange your whole day-to-day.
December 21, 2025 at 11:14 PM
Love can be theoretical.
Like shows up in real life.
That’s why this feels different.
December 21, 2025 at 11:14 PM
My problem isn’t that I love you.
My problem is that I like you.
And liking someone is way more dangerous than loving them.
December 21, 2025 at 11:13 PM
Don’t treat me like everybody else around me, because everybody else…ain’t AROUND me. You get me? You got me.

#NotesFromAQuietStorm
December 21, 2025 at 12:22 AM
Watching this show on Peacock, #AllHerFault, and…the lies these people are constantly telling. I’m not even sure if I’m concerned with the missing baby at this point.
a woman in a black turtleneck is holding her hand to her chest and says jesus .
ALT: a woman in a black turtleneck is holding her hand to her chest and says jesus .
media.tenor.com
December 20, 2025 at 11:17 PM
The game you’re choosing to play, I’ve already mastered. Proceed accordingly.

#NotesFromAQuietStorm
December 20, 2025 at 3:48 AM
Some storms whisper instead of roar. Those are the ones that last.

#NotesFromAQuietStorm
December 19, 2025 at 3:35 AM
observing, not explaining.
December 18, 2025 at 3:36 AM