Maleigha
@maleigha.bsky.social
I love slang. I love to write. Writing in slang, even better.
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You guys! Dont worry about the storm. #ElSeñor bought a snowblower at the beginning of the season. We’ll only get a shallow, shovel-able amount of snow. You’re Welcome.
December 13, 2025 at 1:33 AM
You guys! Dont worry about the storm. #ElSeñor bought a snowblower at the beginning of the season. We’ll only get a shallow, shovel-able amount of snow. You’re Welcome.
4.58 pm
Me: turns off the tv projection at work
4:58 pm
Me: I thought that was going to take longer.
Me: turns off the tv projection at work
4:58 pm
Me: I thought that was going to take longer.
November 17, 2025 at 9:59 PM
4.58 pm
Me: turns off the tv projection at work
4:58 pm
Me: I thought that was going to take longer.
Me: turns off the tv projection at work
4:58 pm
Me: I thought that was going to take longer.
The worst feeling in the world is hearing, “Why can’t you just get over it,” about a situation that you are actively working through, to get over. Especially when you let that person ruminate and only offered advice and support for years over their situation.
The. Absolute. Worst.
The. Absolute. Worst.
November 9, 2025 at 11:12 PM
The worst feeling in the world is hearing, “Why can’t you just get over it,” about a situation that you are actively working through, to get over. Especially when you let that person ruminate and only offered advice and support for years over their situation.
The. Absolute. Worst.
The. Absolute. Worst.
But also, you know what I never get notifications about someone trying to log into my account on…. LinkedIn.
November 5, 2025 at 2:56 PM
But also, you know what I never get notifications about someone trying to log into my account on…. LinkedIn.
Idk. I just feel like we are Pam and Jim at Cece’s christening with Michael, and we just need to hear him say it: “Say it Donald, say you know you can’t run for president for a third term.”
October 29, 2025 at 2:29 PM
Idk. I just feel like we are Pam and Jim at Cece’s christening with Michael, and we just need to hear him say it: “Say it Donald, say you know you can’t run for president for a third term.”
We brunched so hard…
October 19, 2025 at 10:30 PM
We brunched so hard…
One thing about me, I will always pick the acoustic version.
October 17, 2025 at 1:23 PM
One thing about me, I will always pick the acoustic version.
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The GOP health care for immigrants lie is an old one. Here’s me six years ago:
October 3, 2025 at 5:43 AM
The GOP health care for immigrants lie is an old one. Here’s me six years ago:
If you don’t like me, don’t worry I already know. I knew before you did. And don’t worry about trying to hurt my feelings, I’ve already taken care of them, too, by creating scenarios in my head more creative that you could even imagine.
You’re an evil genius.
You’re an evil genius.
September 24, 2025 at 4:00 PM
If you don’t like me, don’t worry I already know. I knew before you did. And don’t worry about trying to hurt my feelings, I’ve already taken care of them, too, by creating scenarios in my head more creative that you could even imagine.
You’re an evil genius.
You’re an evil genius.
I woke up this morning, and remembered that you existed, and it made me think—when was the last time I thought of you? It had been quite a while. And that made me smile, because I have good days when you aren’t on my mind. I’ve had a lot of good days lately.
September 22, 2025 at 4:39 PM
I woke up this morning, and remembered that you existed, and it made me think—when was the last time I thought of you? It had been quite a while. And that made me smile, because I have good days when you aren’t on my mind. I’ve had a lot of good days lately.
*At grocery store, inquisitive cashier asking about my plans so I told him about the party I was shopping for*
Cashier: Well, that sounds like fun, I hope you have a good time.
Me: thanks, you—
Cashier: yeah I wish me too.
Cashier: Well, that sounds like fun, I hope you have a good time.
Me: thanks, you—
Cashier: yeah I wish me too.
September 21, 2025 at 2:27 PM
*At grocery store, inquisitive cashier asking about my plans so I told him about the party I was shopping for*
Cashier: Well, that sounds like fun, I hope you have a good time.
Me: thanks, you—
Cashier: yeah I wish me too.
Cashier: Well, that sounds like fun, I hope you have a good time.
Me: thanks, you—
Cashier: yeah I wish me too.
I can tell when you’ve been talking about me. All your friends show up in people I might know.
September 20, 2025 at 12:28 AM
I can tell when you’ve been talking about me. All your friends show up in people I might know.
In 2014, on a random Sunday in July, I was awakened early morning by a call telling me my 22 year old brother had been shot. We later learned it was self inflicted. Yesterday was world suicide prevention day. The mourning never goes away. But on his birthday, death day, and WSPD it burns deeper.
September 11, 2025 at 10:28 AM
In 2014, on a random Sunday in July, I was awakened early morning by a call telling me my 22 year old brother had been shot. We later learned it was self inflicted. Yesterday was world suicide prevention day. The mourning never goes away. But on his birthday, death day, and WSPD it burns deeper.
If there is ever a documentary about my life, ima need someone close to me, (because clearly I’ve died in some sort of spectacular way to get a documentary about me, but like I was saying,) I need someone close to me to interpret all the typos of my texts. I meant “U know,” but typed “I know.” SLT.
August 29, 2025 at 7:57 PM
If there is ever a documentary about my life, ima need someone close to me, (because clearly I’ve died in some sort of spectacular way to get a documentary about me, but like I was saying,) I need someone close to me to interpret all the typos of my texts. I meant “U know,” but typed “I know.” SLT.
These days my life is a constant movement from wearing my work readers, to my purse readers, to my downstairs readers, to my upstairs readers. And GOD FORBID I wear one pair into another pair’s designated area. Then it’s the mumbling of: “where r my readers?!? I can’t see for shit! This sucks!”
August 28, 2025 at 2:15 PM
These days my life is a constant movement from wearing my work readers, to my purse readers, to my downstairs readers, to my upstairs readers. And GOD FORBID I wear one pair into another pair’s designated area. Then it’s the mumbling of: “where r my readers?!? I can’t see for shit! This sucks!”
Just spent 20 minutes “arguing” with #ElSeñor about whether or not we took our walk on Saturday or Sunday. After much deliberation and the presentation of camera footage from our doorbell and steps app evidence, he has decided, we still went on Sunday. 😂😂
August 22, 2025 at 12:35 AM
Just spent 20 minutes “arguing” with #ElSeñor about whether or not we took our walk on Saturday or Sunday. After much deliberation and the presentation of camera footage from our doorbell and steps app evidence, he has decided, we still went on Sunday. 😂😂
Girls be like: I needed that!
And it literally dinner and drinks at a rooftop restaurant, drinks at an Irish pub, a karaoke bar, Taco Bell door dashed, and singing But Daddy I Love Him into a Champaign bottle at 1 am.
And it literally dinner and drinks at a rooftop restaurant, drinks at an Irish pub, a karaoke bar, Taco Bell door dashed, and singing But Daddy I Love Him into a Champaign bottle at 1 am.
August 2, 2025 at 7:05 PM
Girls be like: I needed that!
And it literally dinner and drinks at a rooftop restaurant, drinks at an Irish pub, a karaoke bar, Taco Bell door dashed, and singing But Daddy I Love Him into a Champaign bottle at 1 am.
And it literally dinner and drinks at a rooftop restaurant, drinks at an Irish pub, a karaoke bar, Taco Bell door dashed, and singing But Daddy I Love Him into a Champaign bottle at 1 am.
Music is healing me. FLETCHER for the anger, heartache, and healing. Bryce Vine for the healing, and vibe I acclaim.
I know it’s a weird combo, but for me… it’s everything.
I know it’s a weird combo, but for me… it’s everything.
July 26, 2025 at 8:30 PM
Music is healing me. FLETCHER for the anger, heartache, and healing. Bryce Vine for the healing, and vibe I acclaim.
I know it’s a weird combo, but for me… it’s everything.
I know it’s a weird combo, but for me… it’s everything.
The 28th marks eleven years. This year you are heavy on my mind. Maybe it’s because of everything else, but I love u, Zachy and I miss you every day. 1991-2014
July 24, 2025 at 2:48 AM
The 28th marks eleven years. This year you are heavy on my mind. Maybe it’s because of everything else, but I love u, Zachy and I miss you every day. 1991-2014
There are just some memes that hit when I’m scrolling. And if I see it I story it, even if it’s the 100th time
Everytime. Always. Forever.
Everytime. Always. Forever.
July 22, 2025 at 11:42 PM
There are just some memes that hit when I’m scrolling. And if I see it I story it, even if it’s the 100th time
Everytime. Always. Forever.
Everytime. Always. Forever.
I’m just a girl, standing in front of a Costco water, asking it to be a fountain coke.
July 20, 2025 at 3:30 PM
I’m just a girl, standing in front of a Costco water, asking it to be a fountain coke.
It’s crazy brave to like ur friend’s first post on their story, because even if it’s a banger, the next one could be, too. And if you like too much, too fast, you could be seen as too much. But then it’s like who cares; they picked perfect memes. And you like them all anyway. #ifImTooMuchGoFindLess
July 16, 2025 at 11:02 PM
It’s crazy brave to like ur friend’s first post on their story, because even if it’s a banger, the next one could be, too. And if you like too much, too fast, you could be seen as too much. But then it’s like who cares; they picked perfect memes. And you like them all anyway. #ifImTooMuchGoFindLess
Not me wanting to touch the sides of peoples faces to speed them up.
July 12, 2025 at 11:39 PM
Not me wanting to touch the sides of peoples faces to speed them up.
Just me over here listening to Taylor Swift and Bruce Springsteen all day…
July 4, 2025 at 4:55 PM
Just me over here listening to Taylor Swift and Bruce Springsteen all day…