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stellarsteele: Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))). Prologue My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him. I am anxious for another romantic experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up. My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly, but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but I’ve learned to work with what I have. I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together. I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need right now. Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected… Day 1 My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school. After, I went for a run in my neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules, but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the world goes to shit. I laid on my bed for a while and ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them. Next, I checked my school email and discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor will save everyone the stress and give us all an A. I checked my Instagram feed and ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media posts. Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media; get laid. This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but sex does sound nice right now. It sounds so nice that I grab my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed sheets. The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off. Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except for me. : stellarsteele: Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))). Prologue My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him. I am anxious for another romantic experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up. My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly, but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but I’ve learned to work with what I have. I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together. I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need right now. Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected… Day 1 My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school. After, I went for a run in my neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules, but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the world goes to shit. I laid on my bed for a while and ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them. Next, I checked my school email and discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor will save everyone the stress and give us all an A. I checked my Instagram feed and ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media posts. Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media; get laid. This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but sex does sound nice right now. It sounds so nice that I grab my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed sheets. The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off. Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except for me.

stellarsteele:
Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))).
Prologue
My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned
out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me
creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him.
I am anxious for another romantic
experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but
this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up.
My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with
unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too.
Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly,
but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a
good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but
I’ve learned to work with what I have.
I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot
of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence
of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success.
I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck
with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my
mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in
college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together.
I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going
to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out
of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super
hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college
cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine.
I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take
this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need
right now.
Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am
not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected…
Day 1
My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by
cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that
desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of
clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school.
After, I went for a run in my
neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social
distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules,
but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the
world goes to shit.
I laid on my bed for a while and
ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that
since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell
asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big
part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them.
Next, I checked my school email and
discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I
have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor
will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.
I checked my Instagram feed and
ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which
was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media
posts.
Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new
album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up
with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more
time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media;
get laid.
This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but
sex does sound nice right now.
It sounds so nice that I grab
my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my
vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top
of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so
wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other
hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and
out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my
cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed
sheets.
The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off.
Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man
since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my
bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except
for me.
: stellarsteele:
Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))).
Prologue
My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned
out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me
creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him.
I am anxious for another romantic
experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but
this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up.
My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with
unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too.
Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly,
but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a
good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but
I’ve learned to work with what I have.
I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot
of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence
of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success.
I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck
with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my
mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in
college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together.
I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going
to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out
of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super
hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college
cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine.
I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take
this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need
right now.
Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am
not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected…
Day 1
My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by
cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that
desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of
clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school.
After, I went for a run in my
neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social
distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules,
but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the
world goes to shit.
I laid on my bed for a while and
ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that
since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell
asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big
part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them.
Next, I checked my school email and
discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I
have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor
will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.
I checked my Instagram feed and
ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which
was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media
posts.
Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new
album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up
with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more
time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media;
get laid.
This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but
sex does sound nice right now.
It sounds so nice that I grab
my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my
vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top
of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so
wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other
hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and
out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my
cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed
sheets.
The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off.
Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man
since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my
bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except
for me.

stellarsteele:
Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))).
Prologue
My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned
out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me
creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him.
I am anxious for another romantic
experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but
this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up.
My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with
unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too.
Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly,
but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a
good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but
I’ve learned to work with what I have.
I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot
of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence
of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success.
I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck
with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my
mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in
college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together.
I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going
to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out
of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super
hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college
cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine.
I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take
this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need
right now.
Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am
not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected…
Day 1
My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by
cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that
desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of
clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school.
After, I went for a run in my
neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social
distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules,
but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the
world goes to shit.
I laid on my bed for a while and
ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that
since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell
asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big
part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them.
Next, I checked my school email and
discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I
have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor
will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.
I checked my Instagram feed and
ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which
was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media
posts.
Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new
album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up
with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more
time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media;
get laid.
This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but
sex does sound nice right now.
It sounds so nice that I grab
my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my
vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top
of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so
wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other
hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and
out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my
cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed
sheets.
The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off.
Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man
since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my
bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except
for me.
: stellarsteele:
Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))).
Prologue
My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned
out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me
creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him.
I am anxious for another romantic
experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but
this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up.
My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with
unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too.
Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly,
but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a
good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but
I’ve learned to work with what I have.
I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot
of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence
of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success.
I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck
with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my
mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in
college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together.
I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going
to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out
of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super
hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college
cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine.
I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take
this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need
right now.
Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am
not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected…
Day 1
My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by
cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that
desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of
clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school.
After, I went for a run in my
neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social
distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules,
but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the
world goes to shit.
I laid on my bed for a while and
ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that
since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell
asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big
part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them.
Next, I checked my school email and
discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I
have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor
will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.
I checked my Instagram feed and
ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which
was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media
posts.
Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new
album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up
with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more
time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media;
get laid.
This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but
sex does sound nice right now.
It sounds so nice that I grab
my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my
vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top
of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so
wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other
hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and
out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my
cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed
sheets.
The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off.
Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man
since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my
bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except
for me.

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stellarsteele: Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))). Prologue My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him. I am anxious for another romantic experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up. My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly, but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but I’ve learned to work with what I have. I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together. I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need right now. Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected… Day 1 My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school. After, I went for a run in my neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules, but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the world goes to shit. I laid on my bed for a while and ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them. Next, I checked my school email and discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor will save everyone the stress and give us all an A. I checked my Instagram feed and ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media posts. Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media; get laid. This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but sex does sound nice right now. It sounds so nice that I grab my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed sheets. The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off. Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except for me. : stellarsteele: Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))). Prologue My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him. I am anxious for another romantic experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up. My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly, but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but I’ve learned to work with what I have. I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together. I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need right now. Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected… Day 1 My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school. After, I went for a run in my neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules, but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the world goes to shit. I laid on my bed for a while and ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them. Next, I checked my school email and discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor will save everyone the stress and give us all an A. I checked my Instagram feed and ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media posts. Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media; get laid. This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but sex does sound nice right now. It sounds so nice that I grab my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed sheets. The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off. Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except for me.

stellarsteele:
Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))).
Prologue
My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned
out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me
creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him.
I am anxious for another romantic
experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but
this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up.
My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with
unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too.
Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly,
but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a
good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but
I’ve learned to work with what I have.
I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot
of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence
of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success.
I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck
with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my
mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in
college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together.
I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going
to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out
of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super
hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college
cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine.
I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take
this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need
right now.
Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am
not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected…
Day 1
My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by
cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that
desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of
clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school.
After, I went for a run in my
neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social
distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules,
but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the
world goes to shit.
I laid on my bed for a while and
ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that
since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell
asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big
part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them.
Next, I checked my school email and
discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I
have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor
will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.
I checked my Instagram feed and
ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which
was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media
posts.
Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new
album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up
with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more
time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media;
get laid.
This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but
sex does sound nice right now.
It sounds so nice that I grab
my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my
vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top
of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so
wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other
hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and
out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my
cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed
sheets.
The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off.
Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man
since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my
bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except
for me.
: stellarsteele:
Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))).
Prologue
My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned
out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me
creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him.
I am anxious for another romantic
experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but
this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up.
My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with
unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too.
Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly,
but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a
good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but
I’ve learned to work with what I have.
I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot
of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence
of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success.
I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck
with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my
mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in
college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together.
I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going
to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out
of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super
hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college
cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine.
I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take
this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need
right now.
Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am
not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected…
Day 1
My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by
cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that
desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of
clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school.
After, I went for a run in my
neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social
distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules,
but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the
world goes to shit.
I laid on my bed for a while and
ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that
since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell
asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big
part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them.
Next, I checked my school email and
discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I
have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor
will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.
I checked my Instagram feed and
ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which
was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media
posts.
Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new
album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up
with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more
time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media;
get laid.
This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but
sex does sound nice right now.
It sounds so nice that I grab
my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my
vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top
of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so
wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other
hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and
out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my
cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed
sheets.
The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off.
Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man
since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my
bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except
for me.

stellarsteele:
Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))).
Prologue
My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned
out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me
creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him.
I am anxious for another romantic
experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but
this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up.
My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with
unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too.
Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly,
but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a
good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but
I’ve learned to work with what I have.
I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot
of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence
of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success.
I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck
with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my
mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in
college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together.
I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going
to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out
of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super
hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college
cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine.
I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take
this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need
right now.
Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am
not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected…
Day 1
My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by
cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that
desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of
clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school.
After, I went for a run in my
neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social
distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules,
but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the
world goes to shit.
I laid on my bed for a while and
ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that
since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell
asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big
part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them.
Next, I checked my school email and
discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I
have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor
will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.
I checked my Instagram feed and
ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which
was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media
posts.
Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new
album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up
with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more
time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media;
get laid.
This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but
sex does sound nice right now.
It sounds so nice that I grab
my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my
vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top
of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so
wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other
hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and
out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my
cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed
sheets.
The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off.
Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man
since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my
bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except
for me.
: stellarsteele:
Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))).
Prologue
My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned
out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me
creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him.
I am anxious for another romantic
experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but
this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up.
My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with
unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too.
Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly,
but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a
good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but
I’ve learned to work with what I have.
I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot
of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence
of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success.
I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck
with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my
mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in
college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together.
I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going
to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out
of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super
hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college
cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine.
I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take
this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need
right now.
Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am
not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected…
Day 1
My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by
cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that
desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of
clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school.
After, I went for a run in my
neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social
distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules,
but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the
world goes to shit.
I laid on my bed for a while and
ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that
since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell
asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big
part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them.
Next, I checked my school email and
discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I
have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor
will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.
I checked my Instagram feed and
ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which
was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media
posts.
Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new
album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up
with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more
time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media;
get laid.
This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but
sex does sound nice right now.
It sounds so nice that I grab
my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my
vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top
of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so
wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other
hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and
out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my
cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed
sheets.
The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off.
Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man
since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my
bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except
for me.

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stellarsteele: Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))). Prologue My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him. I am anxious for another romantic experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up. My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly, but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but I’ve learned to work with what I have. I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together. I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need right now. Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected… Day 1 My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school. After, I went for a run in my neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules, but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the world goes to shit. I laid on my bed for a while and ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them. Next, I checked my school email and discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor will save everyone the stress and give us all an A. I checked my Instagram feed and ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media posts. Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media; get laid. This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but sex does sound nice right now. It sounds so nice that I grab my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed sheets. The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off. Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except for me. : stellarsteele: Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))). Prologue My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him. I am anxious for another romantic experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up. My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly, but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but I’ve learned to work with what I have. I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together. I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need right now. Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected… Day 1 My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school. After, I went for a run in my neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules, but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the world goes to shit. I laid on my bed for a while and ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them. Next, I checked my school email and discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor will save everyone the stress and give us all an A. I checked my Instagram feed and ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media posts. Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media; get laid. This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but sex does sound nice right now. It sounds so nice that I grab my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed sheets. The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off. Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except for me.

stellarsteele:
Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))).
Prologue
My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned
out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me
creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him.
I am anxious for another romantic
experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but
this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up.
My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with
unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too.
Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly,
but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a
good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but
I’ve learned to work with what I have.
I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot
of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence
of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success.
I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck
with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my
mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in
college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together.
I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going
to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out
of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super
hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college
cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine.
I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take
this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need
right now.
Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am
not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected…
Day 1
My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by
cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that
desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of
clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school.
After, I went for a run in my
neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social
distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules,
but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the
world goes to shit.
I laid on my bed for a while and
ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that
since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell
asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big
part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them.
Next, I checked my school email and
discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I
have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor
will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.
I checked my Instagram feed and
ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which
was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media
posts.
Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new
album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up
with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more
time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media;
get laid.
This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but
sex does sound nice right now.
It sounds so nice that I grab
my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my
vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top
of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so
wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other
hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and
out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my
cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed
sheets.
The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off.
Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man
since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my
bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except
for me.
: stellarsteele:
Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))).
Prologue
My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned
out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me
creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him.
I am anxious for another romantic
experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but
this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up.
My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with
unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too.
Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly,
but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a
good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but
I’ve learned to work with what I have.
I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot
of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence
of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success.
I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck
with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my
mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in
college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together.
I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going
to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out
of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super
hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college
cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine.
I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take
this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need
right now.
Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am
not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected…
Day 1
My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by
cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that
desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of
clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school.
After, I went for a run in my
neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social
distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules,
but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the
world goes to shit.
I laid on my bed for a while and
ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that
since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell
asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big
part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them.
Next, I checked my school email and
discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I
have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor
will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.
I checked my Instagram feed and
ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which
was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media
posts.
Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new
album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up
with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more
time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media;
get laid.
This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but
sex does sound nice right now.
It sounds so nice that I grab
my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my
vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top
of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so
wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other
hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and
out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my
cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed
sheets.
The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off.
Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man
since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my
bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except
for me.

stellarsteele:
Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))).
Prologue
My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned
out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me
creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him.
I am anxious for another romantic
experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but
this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up.
My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with
unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too.
Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly,
but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a
good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but
I’ve learned to work with what I have.
I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot
of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence
of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success.
I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck
with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my
mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in
college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together.
I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going
to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out
of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super
hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college
cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine.
I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take
this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need
right now.
Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am
not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected…
Day 1
My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by
cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that
desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of
clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school.
After, I went for a run in my
neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social
distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules,
but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the
world goes to shit.
I laid on my bed for a while and
ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that
since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell
asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big
part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them.
Next, I checked my school email and
discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I
have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor
will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.
I checked my Instagram feed and
ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which
was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media
posts.
Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new
album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up
with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more
time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media;
get laid.
This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but
sex does sound nice right now.
It sounds so nice that I grab
my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my
vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top
of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so
wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other
hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and
out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my
cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed
sheets.
The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off.
Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man
since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my
bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except
for me.
: stellarsteele:
Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))).
Prologue
My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned
out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me
creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him.
I am anxious for another romantic
experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but
this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up.
My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with
unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too.
Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly,
but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a
good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but
I’ve learned to work with what I have.
I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot
of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence
of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success.
I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck
with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my
mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in
college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together.
I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going
to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out
of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super
hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college
cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine.
I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take
this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need
right now.
Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am
not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected…
Day 1
My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by
cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that
desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of
clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school.
After, I went for a run in my
neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social
distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules,
but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the
world goes to shit.
I laid on my bed for a while and
ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that
since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell
asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big
part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them.
Next, I checked my school email and
discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I
have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor
will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.
I checked my Instagram feed and
ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which
was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media
posts.
Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new
album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up
with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more
time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media;
get laid.
This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but
sex does sound nice right now.
It sounds so nice that I grab
my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my
vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top
of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so
wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other
hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and
out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my
cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed
sheets.
The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off.
Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man
since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my
bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except
for me.

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neenya: The way Andrew’s gaze flickered down to Neil’s mouth and then back up to his eyes probably should have tipped him off about what was happening……When Neil had kissed girls before this, he had wondered when the kiss would end. With Andrew, he couldn’t make himself care if it ever did.here’s my @aftgbigbang piece for @palmettofoxden‘s fake engagement fic, The Proposal. Read it on ao3 here!: neenya: The way Andrew’s gaze flickered down to Neil’s mouth and then back up to his eyes probably should have tipped him off about what was happening……When Neil had kissed girls before this, he had wondered when the kiss would end. With Andrew, he couldn’t make himself care if it ever did.here’s my @aftgbigbang piece for @palmettofoxden‘s fake engagement fic, The Proposal. Read it on ao3 here!

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The way Andrew’s gaze flickered down to Neil’s mouth and then back up to his eyes probably should have tipped him off about what was happening……When Neil had kissed girls before this, he had wondered when the kiss would end. With Andrew, he couldn’t make himself care if it ever did.here’s my @aftgbigbang piece for @palmettofoxden‘s fake engagement fic, The Proposal. Read it on ao3 here!: neenya:

The way Andrew’s gaze flickered down to Neil’s mouth and then back up to his eyes probably should have tipped him off about what was happening……When Neil had kissed girls before this, he had wondered when the kiss would end. With Andrew, he couldn’t make himself care if it ever did.here’s my @aftgbigbang piece for @palmettofoxden‘s fake engagement fic, The Proposal. Read it on ao3 here!

neenya:

The way Andrew’s gaze flickered down to Neil’s mouth and then back up to his eyes probably should have tipped him off about what was happening……When Neil had kissed girls before this, he had wondered when the kiss would end. With Andrew, he couldn’t make himself care if it ever did.here’s my @aftgbigbang piece for @palmettofoxden‘s fake engagement fic, The Proposal. Read it on ao3 here!: neenya:

The way Andrew’s gaze flickered down to Neil’s mouth and then back up to his eyes probably should have tipped him off about what was happening……When Neil had kissed girls before this, he had wondered when the kiss would end. With Andrew, he couldn’t make himself care if it ever did.here’s my @aftgbigbang piece for @palmettofoxden‘s fake engagement fic, The Proposal. Read it on ao3 here!

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Resolved Question:
I'm 10 and I havent started my
period yet, am I pregnant?
Please help I'm really worried. I havent
had sex but I kissed a boy last week and I
think I tasted his sperm. i don't know what
to do. I havent told anybody
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I'm 10 and I havent started my
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Please help I'm really worried. I havent
had sex but I kissed a boy last week and I
think I tasted his sperm. i don't know what
to do. I havent told anybody
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Kissed: Joanne Gannon @joanne_gannon I was standing in the line at McDonald's yesterday and just as I got to the counter my boyfriend kissed me and then loudly said 'you are the best sister ever' and walked away and the girl in McDonald's looked at me in disgust and l've never wanted to die so much in my life

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my boyfriend kissed me and then loudly
said 'you are the best sister ever' and
walked away and the girl in McDonald's
looked at me in disgust and l've never
wanted to die so much in my life

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@joanne_gannon
I was standing in the line at McDonald's
yesterday and just as I got to the counter
my boyfriend kissed me and then loudly
said 'you are the best sister ever' and
walked away and the girl in McDonald's
looked at me in disgust and l've never
wanted to die so much in my life

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Don’t you dare!: My girlfriend fell asleep with my dog and he gave me this look after I kissed her on the cheek Don’t you dare!

Don’t you dare!: My girlfriend fell asleep with my dog and he
gave me this look after I kissed her on the
cheek
Don’t you dare!

Don’t you dare!: My girlfriend fell asleep with my dog and he
gave me this look after I kissed her on the
cheek
Don’t you dare!

Don’t you dare!

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Don’t you dare!: My girlfriend fell asleep with my dog and he gave me this look after I kissed her on the cheek Don’t you dare!

Don’t you dare!: My girlfriend fell asleep with my dog and he
gave me this look after I kissed her on the
cheek
Don’t you dare!

Don’t you dare!: My girlfriend fell asleep with my dog and he
gave me this look after I kissed her on the
cheek
Don’t you dare!

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https://iglovequotes.net/: "You don't need another human
being to make your life complete, but
let's be honest. Having your wounds
kissed by someone who doesn't see
them as disasters in your soul but
cracks to put their love into is the
most calming thing in this world."
- Emery Allen
https://iglovequotes.net/

https://iglovequotes.net/: "You don't need another human
being to make your life complete, but
let's be honest. Having your wounds
kissed by someone who doesn't see
them as disasters in your soul but
cracks to put their love into is the
most calming thing in this world."
- Emery Allen
https://iglovequotes.net/

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https://iglovequotes.net/: "You don't need another human being to make your life complete, but let's be honest. Having your wounds kissed by someone who doesn't see them as disasters in your soul but cracks to put their love into is the most calming thing in this world." - Emery Allen https://iglovequotes.net/

https://iglovequotes.net/: "You don't need another human
being to make your life complete, but
let's be honest. Having your wounds
kissed by someone who doesn't see
them as disasters in your soul but
cracks to put their love into is the
most calming thing in this world."
- Emery Allen
https://iglovequotes.net/

https://iglovequotes.net/: "You don't need another human
being to make your life complete, but
let's be honest. Having your wounds
kissed by someone who doesn't see
them as disasters in your soul but
cracks to put their love into is the
most calming thing in this world."
- Emery Allen
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Kissed: uhrair my boyfriend talks in his sleep and I wish it was just cute gibberish but instead it's TERRIFYING. so far, he has: - grabbed me by the shoulder and put his hand over my mouth at 3am and pointed to the wall, whispering "do you see it? the barbed wire." - woken me up and muttered "he's here" while staring at my bedroom door - rolled over last night and said "you don't know what's out there. You don't know what's in the swamp." he's taken like 20 years off my life. uhrair on a less terrifying note, he once kissed me really gently and then said "have a great day at work baby" and pushed me onto the floor at 2am and immediately wrapped himself in all the covers

Kissed: uhrair
my boyfriend talks in his sleep and I wish it was
just cute gibberish but instead it's TERRIFYING.
so far, he has:
- grabbed me by the shoulder and put his hand
over my mouth at 3am and pointed to the wall,
whispering "do you see it? the barbed wire."
- woken me up and muttered "he's here" while
staring at my bedroom door
- rolled over last night and said "you don't
know what's out there. You don't know what's
in the swamp."
he's taken like 20 years off my life.
uhrair
on a less terrifying note, he once kissed me
really gently and then said "have a great day at
work baby" and pushed me onto the floor at
2am and immediately wrapped himself in all the
covers

Kissed: uhrair
my boyfriend talks in his sleep and I wish it was
just cute gibberish but instead it's TERRIFYING.
so far, he has:
- grabbed me by the shoulder and put his hand
over my mouth at 3am and pointed to the wall,
whispering "do you see it? the barbed wire."
- woken me up and muttered "he's here" while
staring at my bedroom door
- rolled over last night and said "you don't
know what's out there. You don't know what's
in the swamp."
he's taken like 20 years off my life.
uhrair
on a less terrifying note, he once kissed me
really gently and then said "have a great day at
work baby" and pushed me onto the floor at
2am and immediately wrapped himself in all the
covers

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3-l4l59: thefingerfuckingfemalefury: deliciouspirategod: thefingerfuckingfemalefury: grayace-blog: did that raven just get kissed and then fall over blushing. I AM THIS RAVEN “I AM TOO GAY TO FUNCTION” “SEND HELP” Gotta add something: holding beaks for them is showing trust/love. I don’t know if that was a kiss, but it was certainly the crow equivalent of “I love you.” : MVNINN 3-l4l59: thefingerfuckingfemalefury: deliciouspirategod: thefingerfuckingfemalefury: grayace-blog: did that raven just get kissed and then fall over blushing. I AM THIS RAVEN “I AM TOO GAY TO FUNCTION” “SEND HELP” Gotta add something: holding beaks for them is showing trust/love. I don’t know if that was a kiss, but it was certainly the crow equivalent of “I love you.”

3-l4l59:
thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

deliciouspirategod:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

grayace-blog:

did that raven just get kissed and then fall over blushing.

I AM THIS RAVEN

“I AM TOO GAY TO FUNCTION”

“SEND HELP”

Gotta add something: holding beaks for them is showing trust/love. I don’t know if that was a kiss, but it was certainly the crow equivalent of “I love you.”
: MVNINN
3-l4l59:
thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

deliciouspirategod:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

grayace-blog:

did that raven just get kissed and then fall over blushing.

I AM THIS RAVEN

“I AM TOO GAY TO FUNCTION”

“SEND HELP”

Gotta add something: holding beaks for them is showing trust/love. I don’t know if that was a kiss, but it was certainly the crow equivalent of “I love you.”

3-l4l59:
thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

deliciouspirategod:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

grayace-blog:

did that raven just get kissed and then fall over blushing.

I AM THIS RAVEN

“I AM TOO GAY TO FUNCTION”

“SEND HELP”

Gotta add something: holding beaks for them is showing trust/love. I don’t know if that was a kiss, but it was certainly the crow equivalent of “I love you.”
: MVNINN
3-l4l59:
thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

deliciouspirategod:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

grayace-blog:

did that raven just get kissed and then fall over blushing.

I AM THIS RAVEN

“I AM TOO GAY TO FUNCTION”

“SEND HELP”

Gotta add something: holding beaks for them is showing trust/love. I don’t know if that was a kiss, but it was certainly the crow equivalent of “I love you.”

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I don’t want to think about it: Cipher033 · 11 hours ago If he kissed Hitler, their facial hair wouldn't touch 9. I don’t want to think about it

I don’t want to think about it: Cipher033 · 11 hours ago
If he kissed Hitler, their facial hair wouldn't
touch
9.
I don’t want to think about it

I don’t want to think about it: Cipher033 · 11 hours ago
If he kissed Hitler, their facial hair wouldn't
touch
9.
I don’t want to think about it

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https://iglovequotes.net/: "The problem is," he said as he leaned in, "if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop." https://iglovequotes.net/

https://iglovequotes.net/: "The problem is," he said as he leaned
in, "if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be
able to stop."
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https://iglovequotes.net/: "The problem is," he said as he leaned
in, "if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be
able to stop."
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:): This is the lucky clover cat. reblog this in 30 seconds & he will bring u good luck and fortune. bettiefatal THIS ONE!!! THIS IS THE ONE THAT WORKS!!!! I reblogged him the day i started treatment and 1. GOT TO MY APPOINTMENT ON TIME 2. FOUND A FREE PARKING TICKET SOMEONE LEFT IN THE METER FOR ME AND 3. GOT FREE STARBUCKS AFTER MY APPOINTMENT!!!!! rudeartheaux I'm convinced bc I reblogged this on Friday, got hired at a job I had a million interviews for, went on a first date that went well, and got kissed a billion times so like hell ya to the luck cat :)

:): This is the lucky clover cat. reblog this in 30 seconds
& he will bring u good luck and fortune.
bettiefatal
THIS ONE!!! THIS IS THE ONE THAT WORKS!!!!
I reblogged him the day i started treatment and 1.
GOT TO MY APPOINTMENT ON TIME 2. FOUND A
FREE PARKING TICKET SOMEONE LEFT IN THE
METER FOR ME AND 3. GOT FREE STARBUCKS
AFTER MY APPOINTMENT!!!!!
rudeartheaux
I'm convinced bc I reblogged this on Friday, got hired
at a job I had a million interviews for, went on a first
date that went well, and got kissed a billion times so
like hell ya to the luck cat
:)

:): This is the lucky clover cat. reblog this in 30 seconds
& he will bring u good luck and fortune.
bettiefatal
THIS ONE!!! THIS IS THE ONE THAT WORKS!!!!
I reblogged him the day i started treatment and 1.
GOT TO MY APPOINTMENT ON TIME 2. FOUND A
FREE PARKING TICKET SOMEONE LEFT IN THE
METER FOR ME AND 3. GOT FREE STARBUCKS
AFTER MY APPOINTMENT!!!!!
rudeartheaux
I'm convinced bc I reblogged this on Friday, got hired
at a job I had a million interviews for, went on a first
date that went well, and got kissed a billion times so
like hell ya to the luck cat
:)

:)

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https://iglovequotes.net/: you deserve flowers on your doorstep
and coffee in the morning
you deserve notes left on your dashboard
and ice cream sundaes at 3am
you deserve honesty every day
and to be kissed every hour
you deserve to be reminded
how beautiful vou are
https://iglovequotes.net/

https://iglovequotes.net/: you deserve flowers on your doorstep
and coffee in the morning
you deserve notes left on your dashboard
and ice cream sundaes at 3am
you deserve honesty every day
and to be kissed every hour
you deserve to be reminded
how beautiful vou are
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Don’t kiss Boba’s wife. That’s not cool.: YOu KISSED MY WIFE Don’t kiss Boba’s wife. That’s not cool.

Don’t kiss Boba’s wife. That’s not cool.: YOu
KISSED MY
WIFE
Don’t kiss Boba’s wife. That’s not cool.

Don’t kiss Boba’s wife. That’s not cool.: YOu
KISSED MY
WIFE
Don’t kiss Boba’s wife. That’s not cool.

Don’t kiss Boba’s wife. That’s not cool.

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https://iglovequotes.net/: I dreamt of you, and that we kissed. Although, I know it wasn't real, I still wake up breathless -a.S. https://iglovequotes.net/

https://iglovequotes.net/: I dreamt of you,
and that we kissed.
Although,
I know it wasn't real,
I still wake up
breathless
-a.S.
https://iglovequotes.net/

https://iglovequotes.net/: I dreamt of you,
and that we kissed.
Although,
I know it wasn't real,
I still wake up
breathless
-a.S.
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Their stories are wholesome: This is the lucky clover cat. reblog this in 30 seconds & he will bring u good luck and fortune bettiefatal THIS ONE!!! THIS IS THE ONE THAT WORKS!!!! I reblogged him the day i started treatment and 1 GOT TO MY APPOINTMENT ON TIME 2. FOUND A FREE PARKING TICKET SOMEONE LEFT IN THE METER FOR ME AND 3. GOT FREE STARBUCKS AFTER MY APPOINTMENT!!!!! rudeartheaux I'm convinced bc I reblogged this on Friday, got hired at a job I had a million interviews for, went on a first date that went well, and got kissed a billion times so like hell ya to the luck cat Their stories are wholesome

Their stories are wholesome: This is the lucky clover cat. reblog this in 30 seconds
& he will bring u good luck and fortune
bettiefatal
THIS ONE!!! THIS IS THE ONE THAT WORKS!!!!
I reblogged him the day i started treatment and 1
GOT TO MY APPOINTMENT ON TIME 2. FOUND A
FREE PARKING TICKET SOMEONE LEFT IN THE
METER FOR ME AND 3. GOT FREE STARBUCKS
AFTER MY APPOINTMENT!!!!!
rudeartheaux
I'm convinced bc I reblogged this on Friday, got hired
at a job I had a million interviews for, went on a first
date that went well, and got kissed a billion times so
like hell ya to the luck cat
Their stories are wholesome

Their stories are wholesome: This is the lucky clover cat. reblog this in 30 seconds
& he will bring u good luck and fortune
bettiefatal
THIS ONE!!! THIS IS THE ONE THAT WORKS!!!!
I reblogged him the day i started treatment and 1
GOT TO MY APPOINTMENT ON TIME 2. FOUND A
FREE PARKING TICKET SOMEONE LEFT IN THE
METER FOR ME AND 3. GOT FREE STARBUCKS
AFTER MY APPOINTMENT!!!!!
rudeartheaux
I'm convinced bc I reblogged this on Friday, got hired
at a job I had a million interviews for, went on a first
date that went well, and got kissed a billion times so
like hell ya to the luck cat
Their stories are wholesome

Their stories are wholesome

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Kissed: @luvdior being kissed in your sleep is.. like.. the purest form of love jé cadre @jesstake Unless you are home alone

Kissed: @luvdior
being kissed in your sleep is.. like.. the
purest form of love
jé cadre
@jesstake
Unless you are home alone

Kissed: @luvdior
being kissed in your sleep is.. like.. the
purest form of love
jé cadre
@jesstake
Unless you are home alone

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bigsueclaus:1. Never Been Kissed - Natalie Wee // 2. Jenny Slate // 3. Elegy - Chen Chen // 4. The Pisces - Melissa Broder: You lived two decades with nothing but your spine holding you up. The way light does not care if shadows follow you do not have to be wanted to prove you are real. jenny slate @jennyslate As the image of myself becomes sharper in my brain&more precious, I feel less afraid that someone else will erase me by denying me love 4:56 PM 24 Mar 16 On Earth lately, I've been looking at everyone like I love them, & maybe I do. Or maybe I only love one person, & I'm beaming from it. Or actually I just love myself, & I want people to know. wanted it. How vacuous was 1? How empty was I that I needed a border drawn by someone else to tell me who I was? It didn't bigsueclaus:1. Never Been Kissed - Natalie Wee // 2. Jenny Slate // 3. Elegy - Chen Chen // 4. The Pisces - Melissa Broder

bigsueclaus:1. Never Been Kissed - Natalie Wee // 2. Jenny Slate // 3. Elegy - Chen Chen // 4. The Pisces - Melissa Broder: You lived
two decades
with nothing but your spine
holding you up.
The way light does not care
if shadows follow
you do not have to be wanted
to prove you are real.

jenny slate
@jennyslate
As the image of myself becomes
sharper in my brain&more precious, I
feel less afraid that someone else will
erase me by denying me love
4:56 PM 24 Mar 16

On Earth lately, I've been looking at everyone
like I love them, & maybe I do. Or maybe I only love
one person, & I'm beaming from it. Or actually
I just love myself, & I want people to know.

wanted it. How vacuous was 1? How empty was I that I needed
a border drawn by someone else to tell me who I was? It didn't
bigsueclaus:1. Never Been Kissed - Natalie Wee // 2. Jenny Slate // 3. Elegy - Chen Chen // 4. The Pisces - Melissa Broder

bigsueclaus:1. Never Been Kissed - Natalie Wee // 2. Jenny Slate // 3. Elegy - Chen Chen // 4. The Pisces - Melissa Broder: You lived
two decades
with nothing but your spine
holding you up.
The way light does not care
if shadows follow
you do not have to be wanted
to prove you are real.

jenny slate
@jennyslate
As the image of myself becomes
sharper in my brain&more precious, I
feel less afraid that someone else will
erase me by denying me love
4:56 PM 24 Mar 16

On Earth lately, I've been looking at everyone
like I love them, & maybe I do. Or maybe I only love
one person, & I'm beaming from it. Or actually
I just love myself, & I want people to know.

wanted it. How vacuous was 1? How empty was I that I needed
a border drawn by someone else to tell me who I was? It didn't
bigsueclaus:1. Never Been Kissed - Natalie Wee // 2. Jenny Slate // 3. Elegy - Chen Chen // 4. The Pisces - Melissa Broder

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https://iglovequotes.net/: you deserve flowers on your doorstep and coffee in the morning you deserve notes left on your dashboard and ice cream sundaes at 3am you deserve honesty every day and to be kissed every hour you deserve to be reminded how beautiful vou are https://iglovequotes.net/

https://iglovequotes.net/: you deserve flowers on your doorstep
and coffee in the morning
you deserve notes left on your dashboard
and ice cream sundaes at 3am
you deserve honesty every day
and to be kissed every hour
you deserve to be reminded
how beautiful vou are
https://iglovequotes.net/

https://iglovequotes.net/: you deserve flowers on your doorstep
and coffee in the morning
you deserve notes left on your dashboard
and ice cream sundaes at 3am
you deserve honesty every day
and to be kissed every hour
you deserve to be reminded
how beautiful vou are
https://iglovequotes.net/

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supreme-leader-stoat:
nunyabizni:

supreme-leader-stoat:

zelsbels-official:

jooshcognito:

This post strangled me in my sleep

just kidding… haha… unless ?

Just kidding… jaja… junless?

You stop that right this instant

Jo.
: what if we kissed on the
jouc...
?
supreme-leader-stoat:
nunyabizni:

supreme-leader-stoat:

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jooshcognito:

This post strangled me in my sleep

just kidding… haha… unless ?

Just kidding… jaja… junless?

You stop that right this instant

Jo.

supreme-leader-stoat:
nunyabizni:

supreme-leader-stoat:

zelsbels-official:

jooshcognito:

This post strangled me in my sleep

just kidding… haha… unless ?

Just kidding… jaja… junless?

You stop that right this instant

Jo.
: what if we kissed on the
jouc...
?
supreme-leader-stoat:
nunyabizni:

supreme-leader-stoat:

zelsbels-official:

jooshcognito:

This post strangled me in my sleep

just kidding… haha… unless ?

Just kidding… jaja… junless?

You stop that right this instant

Jo.

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Kissed: The first time I kissed you. One kiss, I was totally hooked. Addicted to you. I could never love anyone the way I love you. I'd follow you across the universe.

Kissed: The first time I kissed you. One kiss,
I was totally hooked. Addicted to you.
I could never love anyone the way I love
you. I'd follow you across the universe.

Kissed: The first time I kissed you. One kiss,
I was totally hooked. Addicted to you.
I could never love anyone the way I love
you. I'd follow you across the universe.

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Kissed: I just wanna be kissed by you. -sCQ

Kissed: I just wanna be kissed by you.
-sCQ

Kissed: I just wanna be kissed by you.
-sCQ

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Kissed: IF I KISSED You WHAT RIGHT Now?

Kissed: IF I KISSED You
WHAT
RIGHT Now?

Kissed: IF I KISSED You
WHAT
RIGHT Now?

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It’s that time of the year.: I'm so done with trying to have sex at this 3557 school NSFW (self.UIUC) nsfw 190 comments UIUC 12 months ago by NovemberVictim I've been on tinder for a while since I've gotten here and it's been pretty lame. I started talking to this one dude and we've been on a couple dates and he's really cute. Last night l invited him to my appartment. We made out and then I started to make dinner for us. I felt like I was eating too much, and Isaid, "Sorry, my period makes me feel like I'm starving." He was just like, "no worries" and we started talking about the weather. I said "it's so gross. It makes me feel gross" and he was like "I feel a little gross too. Let's take a shower." So we're in the shower making out, and I tell him "You know my shower is too small to be fucking in, but I can still get on my knees." And he's just like "nah, no thank you." And I was really confused but I just said okay. We dried off and layed in bed and kissed and I asked him if there was anything else he wanted to do, and he's like "no, just kissing you and holding you is amazing." He was really sweet, but I kinda felt like a hoe. That was the rest of our night until he had to get on the bus. I talked to him later via snapchat after he left. I asked him if he enjoyed our time together and asked if I was too forward. He asked me "have you heard of no nut November" and so I'm fucking dead, you guys. It’s that time of the year.

It’s that time of the year.: I'm so done with trying to have sex at this
3557 school NSFW (self.UIUC)
nsfw 190 comments UIUC
12 months ago by NovemberVictim
I've been on tinder for a while since I've gotten here and
it's been pretty lame. I started talking to this one dude and
we've been on a couple dates and he's really cute. Last
night l invited him to my appartment. We made out and
then I started to make dinner for us. I felt like I was eating
too much, and Isaid, "Sorry, my period makes me feel like
I'm starving." He was just like, "no worries" and we started
talking about the weather. I said "it's so gross. It makes
me feel gross" and he was like "I feel a little gross too.
Let's take a shower." So we're in the shower making out,
and I tell him "You know my shower is too small to be
fucking in, but I can still get on my knees." And he's just
like "nah, no thank you." And I was really confused but I
just said okay. We dried off and layed in bed and kissed
and I asked him if there was anything else he wanted to
do, and he's like "no, just kissing you and holding you is
amazing." He was really sweet, but I kinda felt like a hoe.
That was the rest of our night until he had to get on the
bus. I talked to him later via snapchat after he left. I asked
him if he enjoyed our time together and asked if I was too
forward. He asked me "have you heard of no nut
November" and so I'm fucking dead, you guys.
It’s that time of the year.

It’s that time of the year.: I'm so done with trying to have sex at this
3557 school NSFW (self.UIUC)
nsfw 190 comments UIUC
12 months ago by NovemberVictim
I've been on tinder for a while since I've gotten here and
it's been pretty lame. I started talking to this one dude and
we've been on a couple dates and he's really cute. Last
night l invited him to my appartment. We made out and
then I started to make dinner for us. I felt like I was eating
too much, and Isaid, "Sorry, my period makes me feel like
I'm starving." He was just like, "no worries" and we started
talking about the weather. I said "it's so gross. It makes
me feel gross" and he was like "I feel a little gross too.
Let's take a shower." So we're in the shower making out,
and I tell him "You know my shower is too small to be
fucking in, but I can still get on my knees." And he's just
like "nah, no thank you." And I was really confused but I
just said okay. We dried off and layed in bed and kissed
and I asked him if there was anything else he wanted to
do, and he's like "no, just kissing you and holding you is
amazing." He was really sweet, but I kinda felt like a hoe.
That was the rest of our night until he had to get on the
bus. I talked to him later via snapchat after he left. I asked
him if he enjoyed our time together and asked if I was too
forward. He asked me "have you heard of no nut
November" and so I'm fucking dead, you guys.
It’s that time of the year.

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asdfghjk: FINALLY DECIDED TO COME OUT OF THE CLOSET AT 26 AND NEVER KISSED A WOMAN HAVE A DATE WITH A WOMAN ON SATURDAY made on imgur asdfghjk

asdfghjk: FINALLY DECIDED TO COME OUT OF
THE CLOSET AT 26 AND NEVER
KISSED A WOMAN
HAVE A DATE WITH A
WOMAN ON SATURDAY
made on imgur
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asdfghjk: FINALLY DECIDED TO COME OUT OF
THE CLOSET AT 26 AND NEVER
KISSED A WOMAN
HAVE A DATE WITH A
WOMAN ON SATURDAY
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https://iglovequotes.net/: AIL fell in love from the moment we kissed since then we've been history https://iglovequotes.net/

https://iglovequotes.net/: AIL
fell in love from the moment we kissed since then we've
been history
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https://iglovequotes.net/: AIL
fell in love from the moment we kissed since then we've
been history
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gaylibertariansc: queer-anna: matriarchyforeveryone: michaelam1978: I love this! Judge Judy schools a naïve and obviously disappointed mom who thinks dad doesn’t have any right to their child. The mother carried that girl nine months in her stomach and then pushed her out of her body. No, the father does NOT have even remotely the same rights to the child as the mother! My mother carried me for nine months in her stomach and then pushed me out of her body. My mother also got drunk and refused to feed me or my three siblings and forced my oldest brother to cook for us while she was passed-out drunk on the couch. My father has fought for us for as long as I can remember, while my mother was busy getting drinking straight-vodka and brainwashing us to think my father was the evil one. I nearly starved at age 6 because my mother was too drunk to cook half of the time. I had to dress my 4 year old sister for school, at age six. I had to walk in heavy snow at age 6 with my 4 year old sister to a bus stop to ride to school. My father has fought a long, long time to get custody of us. He deeply loves us. My mother has never, ever done anything like that. She has never nursed me when I had the flu, or kissed me goodnight, or told me she loved me. She has never taught me how to tie my shoes, or how to brush my hair, or how to take care of myself. Yes, my mother carried me, and three other kids, to term and successfully gave birth, but only has my father put 100% of his life into something that should require two people to do. Still a good one : You're the mother, he's That's not what l've been told but... the father. He has as much right to take that child as you do. ns Well, if you've gotten different advice, you Okay. were mistaken. ..including judges and probation officers, who still don't get that message... In this country, fathers are not second-class citizens. I know there are a lot of people out there... ...but fathers are not Not always. Sometimes second-class citizens. it's 50-50 but it's a Sometimes they're actually better parents. case-by-case basis. But anybody that says.it's not yours. It's both to me 'he can't take my of yours. You made her daughter with him... together. gaylibertariansc: queer-anna: matriarchyforeveryone: michaelam1978: I love this! Judge Judy schools a naïve and obviously disappointed mom who thinks dad doesn’t have any right to their child. The mother carried that girl nine months in her stomach and then pushed her out of her body. No, the father does NOT have even remotely the same rights to the child as the mother! My mother carried me for nine months in her stomach and then pushed me out of her body. My mother also got drunk and refused to feed me or my three siblings and forced my oldest brother to cook for us while she was passed-out drunk on the couch. My father has fought for us for as long as I can remember, while my mother was busy getting drinking straight-vodka and brainwashing us to think my father was the evil one. I nearly starved at age 6 because my mother was too drunk to cook half of the time. I had to dress my 4 year old sister for school, at age six. I had to walk in heavy snow at age 6 with my 4 year old sister to a bus stop to ride to school. My father has fought a long, long time to get custody of us. He deeply loves us. My mother has never, ever done anything like that. She has never nursed me when I had the flu, or kissed me goodnight, or told me she loved me. She has never taught me how to tie my shoes, or how to brush my hair, or how to take care of myself. Yes, my mother carried me, and three other kids, to term and successfully gave birth, but only has my father put 100% of his life into something that should require two people to do. Still a good one

gaylibertariansc:
queer-anna:

matriarchyforeveryone:

michaelam1978:
I love this! Judge Judy schools a naïve

and obviously disappointed mom who thinks dad doesn’t have any right to their child.
The mother carried that girl nine months in her stomach and then pushed her out of her body. No, the father does NOT have even remotely the same rights to the child as the mother!

My mother carried me for nine months in her stomach and then pushed me out of her body.
My mother also got drunk and refused to feed me or my three siblings and forced my oldest brother to cook for us while she was passed-out drunk on the couch.
My father has fought for us for as long as I can remember, while my mother was busy getting drinking straight-vodka and brainwashing us to think my father was the evil one.
I nearly starved at age 6 because my mother was too drunk to cook half of the time. I had to dress my 4 year old sister for school, at age six. I had to walk in heavy snow at age 6 with my 4 year old sister to a bus stop to ride to school.
My father has fought a long, long time to get custody of us. He deeply loves us. My mother has never, ever done anything like that. She has never nursed me when I had the flu, or kissed me goodnight, or told me she loved me. She has never taught me how to tie my shoes, or how to brush my hair, or how to take care of myself.
Yes, my mother carried me, and three other kids, to term and successfully gave birth, but only has my father put 100% of his life into something that should require two people to do.

Still a good one
: You're the mother, he's
That's not what l've
been told but...
the father. He has as
much right to take that
child as you do.
ns

Well, if you've gotten
different advice, you
Okay.
were mistaken.

..including judges and
probation officers, who
still don't get that
message...
In this country, fathers
are not second-class
citizens. I know there
are a lot of people out
there...

...but fathers are not
Not always. Sometimes
second-class citizens.
it's 50-50 but it's a
Sometimes they're
actually better parents.
case-by-case basis.

But anybody that says.it's not yours. It's both
to me 'he can't take my of yours. You made her
daughter with him...
together.
gaylibertariansc:
queer-anna:

matriarchyforeveryone:

michaelam1978:
I love this! Judge Judy schools a naïve

and obviously disappointed mom who thinks dad doesn’t have any right to their child.
The mother carried that girl nine months in her stomach and then pushed her out of her body. No, the father does NOT have even remotely the same rights to the child as the mother!

My mother carried me for nine months in her stomach and then pushed me out of her body.
My mother also got drunk and refused to feed me or my three siblings and forced my oldest brother to cook for us while she was passed-out drunk on the couch.
My father has fought for us for as long as I can remember, while my mother was busy getting drinking straight-vodka and brainwashing us to think my father was the evil one.
I nearly starved at age 6 because my mother was too drunk to cook half of the time. I had to dress my 4 year old sister for school, at age six. I had to walk in heavy snow at age 6 with my 4 year old sister to a bus stop to ride to school.
My father has fought a long, long time to get custody of us. He deeply loves us. My mother has never, ever done anything like that. She has never nursed me when I had the flu, or kissed me goodnight, or told me she loved me. She has never taught me how to tie my shoes, or how to brush my hair, or how to take care of myself.
Yes, my mother carried me, and three other kids, to term and successfully gave birth, but only has my father put 100% of his life into something that should require two people to do.

Still a good one

gaylibertariansc:
queer-anna:

matriarchyforeveryone:

michaelam1978:
I love this! Judge Judy schools a naïve

and obviously disappointed mom who thinks dad doesn’t have any right to their child.
The mother carried that girl nine months in her stomach and then pushed her out of her body. No, the father does NOT have even remotely the same rights to the child as the mother!

My mother carried me for nine months in her stomach and then pushed me out of her body.
My mother also got drunk and refused to feed me or my three siblings and forced my oldest brother to cook for us while she was passed-out drunk on the couch.
My father has fought for us for as long as I can remember, while my mother was busy getting drinking straight-vodka and brainwashing us to think my father was the evil one.
I nearly starved at age 6 because my mother was too drunk to cook half of the time. I had to dress my 4 year old sister for school, at age six. I had to walk in heavy snow at age 6 with my 4 year old sister to a bus stop to ride to school.
My father has fought a long, long time to get custody of us. He deeply loves us. My mother has never, ever done anything like that. She has never nursed me when I had the flu, or kissed me goodnight, or told me she loved me. She has never taught me how to tie my shoes, or how to brush my hair, or how to take care of myself.
Yes, my mother carried me, and three other kids, to term and successfully gave birth, but only has my father put 100% of his life into something that should require two people to do.

Still a good one
: You're the mother, he's
That's not what l've
been told but...
the father. He has as
much right to take that
child as you do.
ns

Well, if you've gotten
different advice, you
Okay.
were mistaken.

..including judges and
probation officers, who
still don't get that
message...
In this country, fathers
are not second-class
citizens. I know there
are a lot of people out
there...

...but fathers are not
Not always. Sometimes
second-class citizens.
it's 50-50 but it's a
Sometimes they're
actually better parents.
case-by-case basis.

But anybody that says.it's not yours. It's both
to me 'he can't take my of yours. You made her
daughter with him...
together.
gaylibertariansc:
queer-anna:

matriarchyforeveryone:

michaelam1978:
I love this! Judge Judy schools a naïve

and obviously disappointed mom who thinks dad doesn’t have any right to their child.
The mother carried that girl nine months in her stomach and then pushed her out of her body. No, the father does NOT have even remotely the same rights to the child as the mother!

My mother carried me for nine months in her stomach and then pushed me out of her body.
My mother also got drunk and refused to feed me or my three siblings and forced my oldest brother to cook for us while she was passed-out drunk on the couch.
My father has fought for us for as long as I can remember, while my mother was busy getting drinking straight-vodka and brainwashing us to think my father was the evil one.
I nearly starved at age 6 because my mother was too drunk to cook half of the time. I had to dress my 4 year old sister for school, at age six. I had to walk in heavy snow at age 6 with my 4 year old sister to a bus stop to ride to school.
My father has fought a long, long time to get custody of us. He deeply loves us. My mother has never, ever done anything like that. She has never nursed me when I had the flu, or kissed me goodnight, or told me she loved me. She has never taught me how to tie my shoes, or how to brush my hair, or how to take care of myself.
Yes, my mother carried me, and three other kids, to term and successfully gave birth, but only has my father put 100% of his life into something that should require two people to do.

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Welcome to the real world little girl!: alex @_gaylex I kissed my girlfriend on the cheek while waiting to cash out at Walmart and this little girl stared at us in amazement and said: "No one told me girls can kiss girls! That's so cool!" 8/12/18, 3:31 PM 1,031 Retweets 4,981 Likes Welcome to the real world little girl!

Welcome to the real world little girl!: alex
@_gaylex
I kissed my girlfriend on the cheek while
waiting to cash out at Walmart and this
little girl stared at us in amazement and
said:
"No one told me girls can kiss girls!
That's so cool!"
8/12/18, 3:31 PM
1,031 Retweets 4,981 Likes
Welcome to the real world little girl!

Welcome to the real world little girl!: alex
@_gaylex
I kissed my girlfriend on the cheek while
waiting to cash out at Walmart and this
little girl stared at us in amazement and
said:
"No one told me girls can kiss girls!
That's so cool!"
8/12/18, 3:31 PM
1,031 Retweets 4,981 Likes
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awesomesthesia: Lol. ^ω^: @luvdior being kissed in your sleep is.. like.. the purest form of love jé cadre @jesstake Unless you are home alone awesomesthesia: Lol. ^ω^

awesomesthesia:

Lol. ^ω^: @luvdior
being kissed in your sleep is.. like.. the
purest form of love
jé cadre
@jesstake
Unless you are home alone
awesomesthesia:

Lol. ^ω^

awesomesthesia:

Lol. ^ω^: @luvdior
being kissed in your sleep is.. like.. the
purest form of love
jé cadre
@jesstake
Unless you are home alone
awesomesthesia:

Lol. ^ω^

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tenderblues: Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe: "Try it again," I said. "Kiss me." "No," he said "Kiss me." "No." And then he smiled. "You kiss me." I placed my hand on the back of his neck. I pulled him toward me. And kissed him. I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him And he kept kissing me back. tenderblues: Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

tenderblues:
Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe: "Try it again," I said. "Kiss me."
"No," he said
"Kiss me."
"No." And then he smiled. "You kiss me."
I placed my hand on the back of his neck. I pulled
him toward me. And kissed him. I kissed him. And
I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him
And he kept kissing me back.
tenderblues:
Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

tenderblues:
Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe: "Try it again," I said. "Kiss me."
"No," he said
"Kiss me."
"No." And then he smiled. "You kiss me."
I placed my hand on the back of his neck. I pulled
him toward me. And kissed him. I kissed him. And
I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him
And he kept kissing me back.
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Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

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Kissed: "When you kissed me I realized that maybe existing wasn't such a bad thing if I got to be with you." 05

Kissed: "When you kissed me I realized that
maybe existing wasn't such a bad thing
if I got to be with you."
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Kissed: "When you kissed me I realized that
maybe existing wasn't such a bad thing
if I got to be with you."
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skylessnights: ♪ Wait For Me To Come Home ♪: #911onFOX FOX SI will remember how you kissed me S skylessnights: ♪ Wait For Me To Come Home ♪

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♪ Wait For Me To Come Home ♪: #911onFOX
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♪ Wait For Me To Come Home ♪

skylessnights:

♪ Wait For Me To Come Home ♪: #911onFOX
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Kissed: I SHOULD MAVE KISSED YOU LONGER

Kissed: I SHOULD
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KISSED YOU
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A classic: I'VE KISSED THE LIPS THAT KISSED YOU!!! A classic

A classic: I'VE KISSED THE
LIPS THAT KISSED
YOU!!!
A classic

A classic: I'VE KISSED THE
LIPS THAT KISSED
YOU!!!
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Kissed: There are strong independent women who still want their hands held and foreheads kissed. RELATIONSHIP RULES

Kissed: There are strong
independent women
who still want their
hands held and
foreheads kissed.
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independent women
who still want their
hands held and
foreheads kissed.
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This Transition Got Me: 21 Boss at Zambrero 3 kilometres away For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul. Looking for anal also X Incto This Transition Got Me

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3 kilometres away
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but
into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed,
but my soul.
Looking for anal also
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For it was not into my ear you whispered, but
into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed,
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Looking for anal also
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Ah; The Good Ol’ Days: /KidsAreFuckingStupid The wonders of childhood When I was little,1 thought sex was just kissing while you were naked and one time when i got out of the shower kissed my cat on the head and then I remembered I was naked and ran downstairs.crying saying that I had sex with the cat You should have seen my moms face. My Mum Me explaieng how fucked my cat Reddit Ah; The Good Ol’ Days

Ah; The Good Ol’ Days: /KidsAreFuckingStupid
The wonders of childhood
When I was little,1 thought sex was just kissing while you
were naked and one time when i got out of the shower
kissed my cat on the head and then I remembered I was
naked and ran downstairs.crying saying that I had sex with
the cat You should have seen my moms face.
My Mum
Me explaieng how
fucked my cat
Reddit
Ah; The Good Ol’ Days

Ah; The Good Ol’ Days: /KidsAreFuckingStupid
The wonders of childhood
When I was little,1 thought sex was just kissing while you
were naked and one time when i got out of the shower
kissed my cat on the head and then I remembered I was
naked and ran downstairs.crying saying that I had sex with
the cat You should have seen my moms face.
My Mum
Me explaieng how
fucked my cat
Reddit
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Kissed: You kissed my flaws and made them perfect. You touched my fears and made me brave. You loved my brokenness and made me whole. -Anita Krizzan-

Kissed: You kissed my flaws
and made them perfect.
You touched my fears
and made me brave.
You loved my brokenness
and made me whole.
-Anita Krizzan-

Kissed: You kissed my flaws
and made them perfect.
You touched my fears
and made me brave.
You loved my brokenness
and made me whole.
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Kissed: "He kissed her. Without warning, without permission. Without even deciding to do it, but simply because he couldn't have done anything else. He needed that breath she was holding. It belonged to him, and he wanted it back." 03

Kissed: "He kissed her. Without
warning, without permission.
Without even deciding to do it,
but simply because he couldn't
have done anything else. He
needed that breath she was
holding. It belonged to him, and
he wanted it back."
03

Kissed: "He kissed her. Without
warning, without permission.
Without even deciding to do it,
but simply because he couldn't
have done anything else. He
needed that breath she was
holding. It belonged to him, and
he wanted it back."
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Honestly didn’t think I’d make it this far😬: 6:27 LTEO Ashley YOU MATCHED WITH ASHLEY ON 9/5/19 heyyo! Today 6:12 PM Hey are you a Minecraft fence?? Because I can't get over you what if we kissed.... in my minecraft house But what if I put my bed next to yours in our Minecraft house haha jk jk... unlessss what're you tryna imply You should come over tonight 0 Just so I can show you my minecraft world though Sent Type a message Send GIF Honestly didn’t think I’d make it this far😬

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LTEO
Ashley
YOU MATCHED WITH ASHLEY ON 9/5/19
heyyo!
Today 6:12 PM
Hey are you a Minecraft fence??
Because I can't get over you
what if we kissed.... in my
minecraft house
But what if I put my bed next to yours in
our Minecraft house haha jk
jk... unlessss
what're you tryna imply
You should come over tonight 0
Just so I can show you my minecraft
world though
Sent
Type a message
Send
GIF
Honestly didn’t think I’d make it this far😬

Honestly didn’t think I’d make it this far😬: 6:27
LTEO
Ashley
YOU MATCHED WITH ASHLEY ON 9/5/19
heyyo!
Today 6:12 PM
Hey are you a Minecraft fence??
Because I can't get over you
what if we kissed.... in my
minecraft house
But what if I put my bed next to yours in
our Minecraft house haha jk
jk... unlessss
what're you tryna imply
You should come over tonight 0
Just so I can show you my minecraft
world though
Sent
Type a message
Send
GIF
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Kissed: we were kissed by poems, taken away by seas of prose. RUDY VITKAUSKAS

Kissed: we were kissed by poems,
taken away by
seas of prose.
RUDY VITKAUSKAS

Kissed: we were kissed by poems,
taken away by
seas of prose.
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Kissed: PROUD f course we've been to first base This is 2013 You quvs have french kissed already? PROUD First base is anal

Kissed: PROUD
f course we've been
to first base
This is 2013

You quvs have
french kissed already?

PROUD
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Kissed: PROUD
f course we've been
to first base
This is 2013

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Kissed: If you had to spend the rest of your life with the last person you kissed... Would you be happy? RELATIONSHIP RULES

Kissed: If you had to spend the rest
of your life with the last person
you kissed... Would you
be happy?
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Kissed: If you had to spend the rest
of your life with the last person
you kissed... Would you
be happy?
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