Infinity Love

09/25/2025

I am an 89-year-old man. I spent my entire life working—not just for myself, but to build a future for my children and grandchildren.

I built this house brick by brick with the calloused hands of sacrifice, and now I sit in it... alone.
They say they are too 'busy' to visit. That their careers, meetings, and futures are more important.

But in my time, I worked long hours too. I still made time to walk my parents to the doctor... and my grandchildren to school.

I was there for everyone. Now no one is here for me.

Every day, I wait. Every day, I hope. And every day, I cry.

This isn’t just about me.
This is about a generation that is being left behind by the very people they once carried.

If you still have an elder in your life, visit them. Call them. Hug them.
Because one day, it’ll be your turn to sit by the window… waiting."**

09/25/2025

"After 15 years of waiting, silent tears, unwavering hope, and countless prayers… our miracle is finally here.
Our first child has arrived — a gift from heaven, a dream that has finally taken its first breath.

We’ve waited with hearts full of love and arms open to the emptiness that only a child could fill. Today, that emptiness is overflowing — with life, with laughter, with the presence of a tiny soul who has already changed our world completely.

After so many years of silence, our home finally has a new voice. A new life. A new beginning.
Thank you, God, for hearing us. Thank you for giving us the strength to keep believing — even when it felt impossible.
Every second of this long journey was worth it… because now, we hold love itself in our arms.

Welcome to the world, our precious one.
You are living proof that miracles do happen — in their own time, in the most beautiful way imaginable."

09/25/2025

I’m 23 today. I lost both my arms. But I didn’t lose my worth.
So why the hell are people acting like I don’t exist?

No “Happy Birthday.” No messages.
Just silence. Like I died.
Well guess what — I didn’t.

Yeah, I had an accident. Yeah, I look “different” now.
And ever since, people have treated me like I’m something to be pitied… or worse, to be laughed at.

I get stared at. I get bullied. Called "ugly," "invalid," “less than.”
For what? For surviving something that could’ve killed me?

Let me say this loud and clear:
I may have lost my arms, but I still have a voice.
And I’m DONE apologizing for existing.

I’m disabled. Not broken.
I’m still human. Still powerful. Still ME.

To anyone who thinks disability makes someone unworthy of love, attention, or a f*cking birthday wish —
You're the one who's broken. Not me.

Happy Birthday to the girl who refuses to be silent.
To the girl who scares people just by being unapologetically alive.
Happy Birthday to me. 🖤

07/25/2025

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06/27/2025

ONE YEAR alcohol free!!❤️❤️

06/27/2025

This boat was built by my own hands. I would be very happy if you appreciate my imagination. Thank you!.…

06/27/2025

Please Pray For Me Please Get Some Love Here 😢🙏💔

06/09/2025

What would you name this cat?

06/05/2025

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