Everyone seems to carry me, yet mine and yours may disagree. I’m shared in whispers, posts, or chat, but I am not established fact.

Through forest dark or mountain pass, I quietly form where travelers pass.

I am a silent funny mister. I am the essence of your coffee. I am a programming language standard. From my stalk you can visit giants. What am I?

I can hold your solutions, but I never solve your problems. I have a lip but cannot speak, and though I am named after a bird’s anatomy, I fly only when thrown. What am I?

A kiss or two. A sweet-ish fish to chew. Drawn to a star, upon tootsies skewed. Initials with Marshall. Marshall-mellows too. Werthy origins. Originally goo.