humor
"Humor is what binds humans together and makes difficult times just a little less painful; Sometimes you can't help but laugh. "
Why your man needs alone time
Imagine you are a young man strolling down the street. You have your headphones in and are listening to a randomized playlist. Suddenly, a song comes on that you’ve never heard, and it is an absolute jam. You start hopping along a bit and meet some lads, they look at you strangely, but you turn off Bluetooth so they can hear, and they immediately join you, or nod approvingly. One lovely little jam session later and you are back to strolling along when disaster strikes.
By The Learning Lads6 months ago in Humans
The Smile That Shifted My World
--- For weeks, I had been feeling stuck. Life was a loop: wake up, stare at screens, go through motions, collapse into bed. I wasn’t unhappy — just… numb. The spark I used to feel for small things had dulled. I thought I was just tired. Maybe overworked. But it was more than that. I had disconnected from the world around me.
By Roohullah Roohani 6 months ago in Humans
"The Love That Remained". Content Warning. AI-Generated.
When the world moved on, Clara Bennett stayed behind. Not in a physical sense—she still lived in her tiny seaside home, still swept her front porch every morning, still made tea at precisely four o'clock. But inside, her heart remained anchored to a time that no longer existed. A time when laughter echoed in the halls and the smell of pine and old books filled the rooms. A time when her husband, Thomas, sat across from her each evening, reading aloud from the newspaper with his gentle baritone.
By Najeeb Scholer6 months ago in Humans
A Night in the Wild
It was supposed to be a simple getaway—just me and my boyfriend, a tent, and a weekend away from the chaos of everyday life. We drove far out of the city, deep into the wilderness, until the roads turned to gravel and the trees grew so thick they nearly touched above our heads. We were completely off the grid. No phone signal. No lights. Just nature, and us.
By Solene Hart6 months ago in Humans
The Moment I Realized I Was the Villain in My Own Story
It started with a coffee cup. Not the kind you sip casually while scrolling through your phone, but the kind that sits cold on your desk, a silent witness to a life unraveling. I was 32, a mid-level manager at a tech firm, the kind of person who prided myself on efficiency, ambition, and a no-nonsense attitude. To my colleagues, I was the guy who got things done. To my friends, I was the one who always had a plan. But to my family—well, that’s where the story gets messy.
By Hewad Mohammadi6 months ago in Humans
The Light Inside Lucas
Lucas was a quiet boy in a loud world. At twelve years old, he had already learned how to become invisible—not by magic or by hiding under tables, but by shrinking his presence so no one would notice. He sat in the back of classrooms, avoided the center of photographs, and never raised his hand unless he was absolutely sure. And even then, only halfway.
By Muhammmad Zain Ul Hassan6 months ago in Humans
