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Family, Life, and Parents: The Anxiety Chart' Made to Help Others Understand My Anxiety MIGHTY The Anxiety Level 0 Anxiety Level 5 Life is good. Nothing to stress about. I can handle anything life throws my way." "What the hell am I going to do? Imagine totalling your car, messing up your big presentation at work or failing How average people start their day. your final exams at school. Anxiety Level 1 "Just a little hiccup. Nothing I can't handle. Anxiety Level 6 "This is all too much to handle! Akin to misplacing your sunglasses or the remote. Easily resolved Imagine losing your job, failing the big test AND totalling your car all in the same day Anxiety Level 7 Anxiety Level 2 Oh c'mon.. where the heck are they "I can't take anymore.." This is NOT a good time! Similar to misplacing your keys whe Anxiety Level 3 Imagine having all of that happen, then coming home to discover your basement flooded and your family pet died. you're running late for work. Anxiety Level 8 Where did that scratch come fromY Could anything else freakin go wrong?! Imagine finding a scratch or small ding on your new car. Imagine adding to that your identity was stolen, your bank account ciosed AND vour spouse left, taking the kids Anxiety Level 4 Anxiety Level 9 Silently rocking back and forth Imagine not being able to take anything shutting down completely What am I going to tell them? annImagine being the cause of a scratch or ding on your parents ts' new car.else and just wrapping in a blanket and car
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Books, Shit, and Supreme: Julia Carpenter @juliaccarpenter This is what happens when we let men write books artuai aenture tnat ne aiscreetly wrapped in a Kleenex and cked in i pocket of his suit coat when he thougnt sUN wasn't watching. But she was, for the bathroom door didn't altogether close, due to the old frame of the house settling over the centuries, and she had to sit on the toilet some minutes waiting for the pee to come. Men, they were able to conjure it up immedi- ately, that was one of their powers, that thunderous splashing as they stood lordly above the bowl. Everything about them was more direct, their insides weren't the maze women's were, for the pee to find its way through. Sulin waitinơ nppked na the back nt ..t his What the hell her 111en, this dirty at daum eath helvirlhood' 以 to you gave th Aite to crawl back in. She ,only on a chair, : 1En <p><a href="http://garbashians.tumblr.com/post/163421432782/jerseydevilslesbianlover-pidge-gunson" class="tumblr_blog">garbashians</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="https://jerseydevilslesbianlover.tumblr.com/post/163348431636/pidge-gunson-neko-crimson-what-the-actual" class="tumblr_blog">jerseydevilslesbianlover</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://pidge-gunson.tumblr.com/post/163341045830/neko-crimson-what-the-actual-fuck-men-dont" class="tumblr_blog">pidge-gunson</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://neko-crimson.tumblr.com/post/163339887592/what-the-actual-fuck" class="tumblr_blog">neko-crimson</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>what the actual fuck</p></blockquote> <p>Men don’t know women can pee</p> </blockquote> <p>ive been sitting on the toilet for 20 minutes trying to piss but the pee keeps getting lost in my confusing Woman Body</p> </blockquote> <p>i haven’t peed in 16 days… my pee keeps running into the minotaur in the labyrinth that is my Womanly Excretory System</p> </blockquote> <p>I mean yes this this guy can&rsquo;t write for shit but have you forgotten how EL James writes?</p><p>&ldquo;My subconscious looks on with approval, her normally pursed mouth smiling, and I am the supreme puppet master.”</p><p>&quot;I must be the color of the communist manifesto.&rdquo;</p><p> &ldquo;Why are we looking at a playroom? I am mystified. &lsquo;You want to play on your Xbox?&rsquo; I ask. He laughs, loudly.&rdquo;</p><p>&ldquo;Why hasn&rsquo;t he given me back my panties? I steal into the bathroom, bewildered by my lack of underwear.&rdquo;</p><p>&ldquo;My anxiety level has shot up several magnitudes on the Richter scale.&rdquo;</p><p>&ldquo;Oh the sweet agony… his hands clasp my hips. He sets a punishing rhythm - in, out, and he reaches around and finds my clitoris, massaging me… oh jeez. I can feel myself quicken.&rdquo;</p><p>You could just as easily use her to say we should let women write books.</p>
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