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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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elkane:
Jack Dawson... Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in
1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things
in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns
the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and
in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby... Millionaire with a shady
past and fear of swimming pools.
FUCK

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elkane:
Jack Dawson... Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in
1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things
in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns
the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and
in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby... Millionaire with a shady
past and fear of swimming pools.
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vaporwavevocap: ryttu3k: darkwizardjamesmason: dienaziscum: fishcustardandclintbarton: huffingtonpost: Mom declares her daughter is done with homework in viral email. Blogger Bunmi Laditan sent her 10-year-old’s school a clear message. “Hello Maya’s teachers, Maya will be drastically reducing the amount of homework she does this year. She’s been very stressed and is starting to have physical symptoms such as chest pain and waking up at 4 a.m. worrying about her school workload. She’s not behind academically and very much enjoys school. We consulted with a tutor and a therapist suggested we lighten her workload. Doing 2-3 hours of homework after getting home at 4:30 is leaving little time for her to just be a child and enjoy family time and we’d like to avoid her sinking into a depression over this.” A++++ parenting 💜 I’ve talked with a whole cadre of child therapists and psychiatrists about this very issue. There is little conclusive evidence that homework significantly improves elementary school children’s grades, understanding of subjects, or facility with various operations, processes, etc. However, plenty of evidence suggests that ever-increasing amounts of homework for young children lead to stress, anxiety, emotional fatigue, resistance toward academics in general, lack of leisure time to build social/interpersonal skills, and poorer family relations. (My kids were doing about 3 hours a week IN KINDERGARTEN, at age 5 – so that’s ½ hour every night, after a 6.5 hour school day, or else saving it up for long slogs over the weekend, even more disruptive. And that wasn’t including reading practice!) We have stopped doing homework altogether with my 7 year old as a result of severe anxiety/depression and a learning disability. She had gotten to a place where she had so little self confidence and truly believed that she was stupid and worthless, not just because of homework of course – but every time we tried to sit down to do homework with her, it’d end in tears with her really vehemently berating herself, and no amount of encouragement could ameliorate the damage done. Now, granted, she’s got other things going on besides just an overload of school work. But in NO WAY did the homework help her, either academically or emotionally. No little kid should have to spend an hour or more each night getting through homework. Now, my deal with Siena is that if she wants to give her homework a shot, I will absolutely help her if she wishes for help, but I no longer force her to complete all of it or to work on it for some set length of time before finally throwing in the towel. Guess what? With the pressure taken off, she’s actually doing MORE independent work now, purely out of the desire to learn and practice, than she ever was before we’d decided with her therapy team and school that homework was just not a thing this kid could handle. Luckily for my older daughter my school’s 3rd-grade team decided to hand out homework only 3x/week, and the sheets take no more than 15-20 minutes to complete. That is totally reasonable for 8-9 year olds! Anyway tl;dr just because the school system may require it sure as shit doesn’t mean parents can’t, or shouldn’t, fight it. Do what’s right for your kid, and above all, let them be kids. I eventually stopped doing homework because I was overwhelmed by it. There was an article just the other day in the local paper about a primary school that’s abolishing homework! You can read it here (autoplay video, gives you a few seconds to stop it). Homework is intrusive in a young child’s life. It makes sense for adults who will likely have to bring work home with them so in college it’s good training. But for young kids. No. Seriously I’m 100% on board with this. There are high school students expected to do three or four hours and beyond worth of homework every day. It’s fucking ridiculous. And I work in elementary school where we literally have little kids develop anxiety disorder and have panic attacks over homework and testing. This shit is not normal.: Maya's Homework 5:32 PM (9 minutes ago) Bunmi Laditan to Hello Maya's teachers, Maya will be drastically reducing the amount of homework she does this year. She's been very stressed and is starting to have physical symptoms such as chest pain and waking up at 4AM worrying about her school workload. She's not behind academically and very much enjoys school. We've consulted with a tutor and a therapist suggested we lighten her workload. Doing 2-3 hours of homework after getting home at 4:30 is leaving little time for her to just be a child and enjoy family time and we'd like to avoid her sinking into a depression over this. Thank you for understanding. warmly, Bunmi vaporwavevocap: ryttu3k: darkwizardjamesmason: dienaziscum: fishcustardandclintbarton: huffingtonpost: Mom declares her daughter is done with homework in viral email. Blogger Bunmi Laditan sent her 10-year-old’s school a clear message. “Hello Maya’s teachers, Maya will be drastically reducing the amount of homework she does this year. She’s been very stressed and is starting to have physical symptoms such as chest pain and waking up at 4 a.m. worrying about her school workload. She’s not behind academically and very much enjoys school. We consulted with a tutor and a therapist suggested we lighten her workload. Doing 2-3 hours of homework after getting home at 4:30 is leaving little time for her to just be a child and enjoy family time and we’d like to avoid her sinking into a depression over this.” A++++ parenting 💜 I’ve talked with a whole cadre of child therapists and psychiatrists about this very issue. There is little conclusive evidence that homework significantly improves elementary school children’s grades, understanding of subjects, or facility with various operations, processes, etc. However, plenty of evidence suggests that ever-increasing amounts of homework for young children lead to stress, anxiety, emotional fatigue, resistance toward academics in general, lack of leisure time to build social/interpersonal skills, and poorer family relations. (My kids were doing about 3 hours a week IN KINDERGARTEN, at age 5 – so that’s ½ hour every night, after a 6.5 hour school day, or else saving it up for long slogs over the weekend, even more disruptive. And that wasn’t including reading practice!) We have stopped doing homework altogether with my 7 year old as a result of severe anxiety/depression and a learning disability. She had gotten to a place where she had so little self confidence and truly believed that she was stupid and worthless, not just because of homework of course – but every time we tried to sit down to do homework with her, it’d end in tears with her really vehemently berating herself, and no amount of encouragement could ameliorate the damage done. Now, granted, she’s got other things going on besides just an overload of school work. But in NO WAY did the homework help her, either academically or emotionally. No little kid should have to spend an hour or more each night getting through homework. Now, my deal with Siena is that if she wants to give her homework a shot, I will absolutely help her if she wishes for help, but I no longer force her to complete all of it or to work on it for some set length of time before finally throwing in the towel. Guess what? With the pressure taken off, she’s actually doing MORE independent work now, purely out of the desire to learn and practice, than she ever was before we’d decided with her therapy team and school that homework was just not a thing this kid could handle. Luckily for my older daughter my school’s 3rd-grade team decided to hand out homework only 3x/week, and the sheets take no more than 15-20 minutes to complete. That is totally reasonable for 8-9 year olds! Anyway tl;dr just because the school system may require it sure as shit doesn’t mean parents can’t, or shouldn’t, fight it. Do what’s right for your kid, and above all, let them be kids. I eventually stopped doing homework because I was overwhelmed by it. There was an article just the other day in the local paper about a primary school that’s abolishing homework! You can read it here (autoplay video, gives you a few seconds to stop it). Homework is intrusive in a young child’s life. It makes sense for adults who will likely have to bring work home with them so in college it’s good training. But for young kids. No. Seriously I’m 100% on board with this. There are high school students expected to do three or four hours and beyond worth of homework every day. It’s fucking ridiculous. And I work in elementary school where we literally have little kids develop anxiety disorder and have panic attacks over homework and testing. This shit is not normal.

vaporwavevocap:

ryttu3k:
darkwizardjamesmason:

dienaziscum:

fishcustardandclintbarton:

huffingtonpost:

Mom declares her daughter is done with homework in viral email.
Blogger Bunmi Laditan sent her 10-year-old’s school a clear message.
“Hello Maya’s teachers,
Maya will be drastically reducing the amount of homework she does this year. She’s been very stressed and is starting to have physical symptoms such as chest pain and waking up at 4 a.m. worrying about her school workload.
She’s not behind academically and very much enjoys school. We consulted with a tutor and a therapist suggested we lighten her workload. Doing 2-3 hours of homework after getting home at 4:30 is leaving little time for her to just be a child and enjoy family time and we’d like to avoid her sinking into a depression over this.”

A++++ parenting 💜

I’ve talked with a whole cadre of child therapists and psychiatrists about this very issue. There is little conclusive evidence that homework significantly improves elementary school children’s grades, understanding of subjects, or facility with various operations, processes, etc. However, plenty of evidence suggests that ever-increasing amounts of homework for young children lead to stress, anxiety, emotional fatigue, resistance toward academics in general, lack of leisure time to build social/interpersonal skills, and poorer family relations. (My kids were doing about 3 hours a week IN KINDERGARTEN, at age 5 – so that’s ½ hour every night, after a 6.5 hour school day, or else saving it up for long slogs over the weekend, even more disruptive. And that wasn’t including reading practice!)

We have stopped doing homework altogether with my 7 year old as a result of severe anxiety/depression and a learning disability. She had gotten to a place where she had so little self confidence and truly believed that she was stupid and worthless, not just because of homework of course – but every time we tried to sit down to do homework with her, it’d end in tears with her really vehemently berating herself, and no amount of encouragement could ameliorate the damage done. Now, granted, she’s got other things going on besides just an overload of school work. But in NO WAY did the homework help her, either academically or emotionally.
No little kid should have to spend an hour or more each night getting through homework. Now, my deal with Siena is that if she wants to give her homework a shot, I will absolutely help her if she wishes for help, but I no longer force her to complete all of it or to work on it for some set length of time before finally throwing in the towel.
Guess what? With the pressure taken off, she’s actually doing MORE independent work now, purely out of the desire to learn and practice, than she ever was before we’d decided with her therapy team and school that homework was just not a thing this kid could handle.
Luckily for my older daughter my school’s 3rd-grade team decided to hand out homework only 3x/week, and the sheets take no more than 15-20 minutes to complete. That is totally reasonable for 8-9 year olds!
Anyway tl;dr just because the school system may require it sure as shit doesn’t mean parents can’t, or shouldn’t, fight it. Do what’s right for your kid, and above all, let them be kids.

I eventually stopped doing homework because I was overwhelmed by it.

There was an article just the other day in the local paper about a primary school that’s abolishing homework! You can read it here (autoplay video, gives you a few seconds to stop it).

Homework is intrusive in a young child’s life. It makes sense for adults who will likely have to bring work home with them so in college it’s good training. But for young kids. No.

Seriously I’m 100% on board with this. There are high school students expected to do three or four hours and beyond worth of homework every day. It’s fucking ridiculous. And I work in elementary school where we literally have little kids develop anxiety disorder and have panic attacks over homework and testing. This shit is not normal.: Maya's Homework
5:32 PM (9 minutes ago)
Bunmi Laditan
to
Hello Maya's teachers,
Maya will be drastically reducing the amount of homework she does this year. She's been very stressed and is starting to have
physical symptoms such as chest pain and waking up at 4AM worrying about her school workload.
She's not behind academically and very much enjoys school. We've consulted with a tutor and a therapist suggested we lighten
her workload. Doing 2-3 hours of homework after getting home at 4:30 is leaving little time for her to just be a child and enjoy
family time and we'd like to avoid her sinking into a depression over this.
Thank you for understanding.
warmly, Bunmi
vaporwavevocap:

ryttu3k:
darkwizardjamesmason:

dienaziscum:

fishcustardandclintbarton:

huffingtonpost:

Mom declares her daughter is done with homework in viral email.
Blogger Bunmi Laditan sent her 10-year-old’s school a clear message.
“Hello Maya’s teachers,
Maya will be drastically reducing the amount of homework she does this year. She’s been very stressed and is starting to have physical symptoms such as chest pain and waking up at 4 a.m. worrying about her school workload.
She’s not behind academically and very much enjoys school. We consulted with a tutor and a therapist suggested we lighten her workload. Doing 2-3 hours of homework after getting home at 4:30 is leaving little time for her to just be a child and enjoy family time and we’d like to avoid her sinking into a depression over this.”

A++++ parenting 💜

I’ve talked with a whole cadre of child therapists and psychiatrists about this very issue. There is little conclusive evidence that homework significantly improves elementary school children’s grades, understanding of subjects, or facility with various operations, processes, etc. However, plenty of evidence suggests that ever-increasing amounts of homework for young children lead to stress, anxiety, emotional fatigue, resistance toward academics in general, lack of leisure time to build social/interpersonal skills, and poorer family relations. (My kids were doing about 3 hours a week IN KINDERGARTEN, at age 5 – so that’s ½ hour every night, after a 6.5 hour school day, or else saving it up for long slogs over the weekend, even more disruptive. And that wasn’t including reading practice!)

We have stopped doing homework altogether with my 7 year old as a result of severe anxiety/depression and a learning disability. She had gotten to a place where she had so little self confidence and truly believed that she was stupid and worthless, not just because of homework of course – but every time we tried to sit down to do homework with her, it’d end in tears with her really vehemently berating herself, and no amount of encouragement could ameliorate the damage done. Now, granted, she’s got other things going on besides just an overload of school work. But in NO WAY did the homework help her, either academically or emotionally.
No little kid should have to spend an hour or more each night getting through homework. Now, my deal with Siena is that if she wants to give her homework a shot, I will absolutely help her if she wishes for help, but I no longer force her to complete all of it or to work on it for some set length of time before finally throwing in the towel.
Guess what? With the pressure taken off, she’s actually doing MORE independent work now, purely out of the desire to learn and practice, than she ever was before we’d decided with her therapy team and school that homework was just not a thing this kid could handle.
Luckily for my older daughter my school’s 3rd-grade team decided to hand out homework only 3x/week, and the sheets take no more than 15-20 minutes to complete. That is totally reasonable for 8-9 year olds!
Anyway tl;dr just because the school system may require it sure as shit doesn’t mean parents can’t, or shouldn’t, fight it. Do what’s right for your kid, and above all, let them be kids.

I eventually stopped doing homework because I was overwhelmed by it.

There was an article just the other day in the local paper about a primary school that’s abolishing homework! You can read it here (autoplay video, gives you a few seconds to stop it).

Homework is intrusive in a young child’s life. It makes sense for adults who will likely have to bring work home with them so in college it’s good training. But for young kids. No.

Seriously I’m 100% on board with this. There are high school students expected to do three or four hours and beyond worth of homework every day. It’s fucking ridiculous. And I work in elementary school where we literally have little kids develop anxiety disorder and have panic attacks over homework and testing. This shit is not normal.

vaporwavevocap:

ryttu3k:
darkwizardjamesmason:

dienaziscum:

fishcustardandclintbarton:

huffingtonpost:

Mom declares her daughter is done with homework in viral email.
Blogger Bunmi Laditan sent her 10-year-old’s school a clear message.
“Hello Maya’s teachers,
Maya will be drastically reducing the amount of homework she does this year. She’s been very stressed and is starting to have physical symptoms such as chest pain and waking up at 4 a.m. worrying about her school workload.
She’s not behind academically and very much enjoys school. We consulted with a tutor and a therapist suggested we lighten her workload. Doing 2-3 hours of homework after getting home at 4:30 is leaving little time for her to just be a child and enjoy family time and we’d like to avoid her sinking into a depression over this.”

A++++ parenting 💜

I’ve talked with a whole cadre of child therapists and psychiatrists about this very issue. There is little conclusive evidence that homework significantly improves elementary school children’s grades, understanding of subjects, or facility with various operations, processes, etc. However, plenty of evidence suggests that ever-increasing amounts of homework for young children lead to stress, anxiety, emotional fatigue, resistance toward academics in general, lack of leisure time to build social/interpersonal skills, and poorer family relations. (My kids were doing about 3 hours a week IN KINDERGARTEN, at age 5 – so that’s ½ hour every night, after a 6.5 hour school day, or else saving it up for long slogs over the weekend, even more disruptive. And that wasn’t including reading practice!)

We have stopped doing homework altogether with my 7 year old as a result of severe anxiety/depression and a learning disability. She had gotten to a place where she had so little self confidence and truly believed that she was stupid and worthless, not just because of homework of course – but every time we tried to sit down to do homework with her, it’d end in tears with her really vehemently berating herself, and no amount of encouragement could ameliorate the damage done. Now, granted, she’s got other things going on besides just an overload of school work. But in NO WAY did the homework help her, either academically or emotionally.
No little kid should have to spend an hour or more each night getting through homework. Now, my deal with Siena is that if she wants to give her homework a shot, I will absolutely help her if she wishes for help, but I no longer force her to complete all of it or to work on it for some set length of time before finally throwing in the towel.
Guess what? With the pressure taken off, she’s actually doing MORE independent work now, purely out of the desire to learn and practice, than she ever was before we’d decided with her therapy team and school that homework was just not a thing this kid could handle.
Luckily for my older daughter my school’s 3rd-grade team decided to hand out homework only 3x/week, and the sheets take no more than 15-20 minutes to complete. That is totally reasonable for 8-9 year olds!
Anyway tl;dr just because the school system may require it sure as shit doesn’t mean parents can’t, or shouldn’t, fight it. Do what’s right for your kid, and above all, let them be kids.

I eventually stopped doing homework because I was overwhelmed by it.

There was an article just the other day in the local paper about a primary school that’s abolishing homework! You can read it here (autoplay video, gives you a few seconds to stop it).

Homework is intrusive in a young child’s life. It makes sense for adults who will likely have to bring work home with them so in college it’s good training. But for young kids. No.

Seriously I’m 100% on board with this. There are high school students expected to do three or four hours and beyond worth of homework every day. It’s fucking ridiculous. And I work in elementary school where we literally have little kids develop anxiety disorder and have panic attacks over homework and testing. This shit is not normal.: Maya's Homework
5:32 PM (9 minutes ago)
Bunmi Laditan
to
Hello Maya's teachers,
Maya will be drastically reducing the amount of homework she does this year. She's been very stressed and is starting to have
physical symptoms such as chest pain and waking up at 4AM worrying about her school workload.
She's not behind academically and very much enjoys school. We've consulted with a tutor and a therapist suggested we lighten
her workload. Doing 2-3 hours of homework after getting home at 4:30 is leaving little time for her to just be a child and enjoy
family time and we'd like to avoid her sinking into a depression over this.
Thank you for understanding.
warmly, Bunmi
vaporwavevocap:

ryttu3k:
darkwizardjamesmason:

dienaziscum:

fishcustardandclintbarton:

huffingtonpost:

Mom declares her daughter is done with homework in viral email.
Blogger Bunmi Laditan sent her 10-year-old’s school a clear message.
“Hello Maya’s teachers,
Maya will be drastically reducing the amount of homework she does this year. She’s been very stressed and is starting to have physical symptoms such as chest pain and waking up at 4 a.m. worrying about her school workload.
She’s not behind academically and very much enjoys school. We consulted with a tutor and a therapist suggested we lighten her workload. Doing 2-3 hours of homework after getting home at 4:30 is leaving little time for her to just be a child and enjoy family time and we’d like to avoid her sinking into a depression over this.”

A++++ parenting 💜

I’ve talked with a whole cadre of child therapists and psychiatrists about this very issue. There is little conclusive evidence that homework significantly improves elementary school children’s grades, understanding of subjects, or facility with various operations, processes, etc. However, plenty of evidence suggests that ever-increasing amounts of homework for young children lead to stress, anxiety, emotional fatigue, resistance toward academics in general, lack of leisure time to build social/interpersonal skills, and poorer family relations. (My kids were doing about 3 hours a week IN KINDERGARTEN, at age 5 – so that’s ½ hour every night, after a 6.5 hour school day, or else saving it up for long slogs over the weekend, even more disruptive. And that wasn’t including reading practice!)

We have stopped doing homework altogether with my 7 year old as a result of severe anxiety/depression and a learning disability. She had gotten to a place where she had so little self confidence and truly believed that she was stupid and worthless, not just because of homework of course – but every time we tried to sit down to do homework with her, it’d end in tears with her really vehemently berating herself, and no amount of encouragement could ameliorate the damage done. Now, granted, she’s got other things going on besides just an overload of school work. But in NO WAY did the homework help her, either academically or emotionally.
No little kid should have to spend an hour or more each night getting through homework. Now, my deal with Siena is that if she wants to give her homework a shot, I will absolutely help her if she wishes for help, but I no longer force her to complete all of it or to work on it for some set length of time before finally throwing in the towel.
Guess what? With the pressure taken off, she’s actually doing MORE independent work now, purely out of the desire to learn and practice, than she ever was before we’d decided with her therapy team and school that homework was just not a thing this kid could handle.
Luckily for my older daughter my school’s 3rd-grade team decided to hand out homework only 3x/week, and the sheets take no more than 15-20 minutes to complete. That is totally reasonable for 8-9 year olds!
Anyway tl;dr just because the school system may require it sure as shit doesn’t mean parents can’t, or shouldn’t, fight it. Do what’s right for your kid, and above all, let them be kids.

I eventually stopped doing homework because I was overwhelmed by it.

There was an article just the other day in the local paper about a primary school that’s abolishing homework! You can read it here (autoplay video, gives you a few seconds to stop it).

Homework is intrusive in a young child’s life. It makes sense for adults who will likely have to bring work home with them so in college it’s good training. But for young kids. No.

Seriously I’m 100% on board with this. There are high school students expected to do three or four hours and beyond worth of homework every day. It’s fucking ridiculous. And I work in elementary school where we literally have little kids develop anxiety disorder and have panic attacks over homework and testing. This shit is not normal.

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thats deep tho: James @CaucasianJames if it weren't for that iceberg sinking the titanic we never would have gotten the movie that launched leonardo into stardom no wonder he's so passionate about climate change he owes icebergs his whole career thats deep tho

thats deep tho: James
@CaucasianJames
if it weren't for that iceberg sinking the
titanic we never would have gotten the
movie that launched leonardo into
stardom no wonder he's so passionate
about climate change he owes
icebergs his whole career
thats deep tho

thats deep tho: James
@CaucasianJames
if it weren't for that iceberg sinking the
titanic we never would have gotten the
movie that launched leonardo into
stardom no wonder he's so passionate
about climate change he owes
icebergs his whole career
thats deep tho

thats deep tho

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sinking: James @CaucasianJames if it weren't for that iceberg sinking the titanic we never would have gotten the movie that launched leonardo into stardom no wonder he's so passionate about climate change he owes icebergs his whole career

sinking: James
@CaucasianJames
if it weren't for that iceberg sinking the
titanic we never would have gotten the
movie that launched leonardo into
stardom no wonder he's so passionate
about climate change he owes icebergs
his whole career

sinking: James
@CaucasianJames
if it weren't for that iceberg sinking the
titanic we never would have gotten the
movie that launched leonardo into
stardom no wonder he's so passionate
about climate change he owes icebergs
his whole career

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sinking: IT DOESN'T EVEN FEEL LIKE I'M DROWNING ANYMORE MY ARMS ARE TIRED AND MY LEGS HAVE GIVEN UP I'M NOT EVEN TRYING TO SAVE MYSELF NOW AND I DON'T THINK ANYONE ELSE IS EITHER THIS ISN'T DROWNING THIS IS SINKING

sinking: IT DOESN'T EVEN FEEL LIKE I'M DROWNING
ANYMORE MY ARMS ARE TIRED AND MY LEGS
HAVE GIVEN UP I'M NOT EVEN TRYING TO
SAVE MYSELF NOW AND I DON'T THINK
ANYONE ELSE IS EITHER THIS ISN'T
DROWNING THIS IS SINKING

sinking: IT DOESN'T EVEN FEEL LIKE I'M DROWNING
ANYMORE MY ARMS ARE TIRED AND MY LEGS
HAVE GIVEN UP I'M NOT EVEN TRYING TO
SAVE MYSELF NOW AND I DON'T THINK
ANYONE ELSE IS EITHER THIS ISN'T
DROWNING THIS IS SINKING

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It all makes sense: James @CaucasianJames if it weren't for that iceberg sinking the titanic we never would have gotten the movie that launched leonardo into stardom no wonder he's so passionate about climate change he owes icebergs his whole career It all makes sense

It all makes sense: James
@CaucasianJames
if it weren't for that iceberg sinking the
titanic we never would have gotten the
movie that launched leonardo into
stardom no wonder he's so passionate
about climate change he owes icebergs
his whole career
It all makes sense

It all makes sense: James
@CaucasianJames
if it weren't for that iceberg sinking the
titanic we never would have gotten the
movie that launched leonardo into
stardom no wonder he's so passionate
about climate change he owes icebergs
his whole career
It all makes sense

It all makes sense

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32 Of Today’s Freshest Pics And Memes: Titanic starts sinking Lobsters in the kitchen: 32 Of Today’s Freshest Pics And Memes

32 Of Today’s Freshest Pics And Memes: Titanic starts sinking
Lobsters in the kitchen:
32 Of Today’s Freshest Pics And Memes

32 Of Today’s Freshest Pics And Memes: Titanic starts sinking
Lobsters in the kitchen:
32 Of Today’s Freshest Pics And Memes

32 Of Today’s Freshest Pics And Memes

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sinking: Titanic: *sinking* Lobsters in the kitchen: u/Sir-Funkmeister The revolution has beguh

sinking: Titanic: *sinking*
Lobsters in the kitchen:
u/Sir-Funkmeister
The revolution has beguh

sinking: Titanic: *sinking*
Lobsters in the kitchen:
u/Sir-Funkmeister
The revolution has beguh

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laughoutloud-club: The Lights On Your Car Dash: Ever wondered what the lights on your car dash mean? Dave Squishy Drunk Cyclone Ghosts All the doofers Robot In Can OwL? doors are open you idiot go Sto Arms Lanky Let it Traveliliia TURBINE Face Wind Your With TIVATED KneeWind A Dalek Are Melting Beach Balls The Genie This Comets Confusing Really TRIANGLES Comets'' Bloo Is Ready Fast Comots ABS) (ESP Lots Everywhere YES The key FLEX SPANISH YOUR ABS of things is sinking in a river THE META PICTURE laughoutloud-club: The Lights On Your Car Dash

laughoutloud-club:

The Lights On Your Car Dash: Ever wondered what the lights on your car
dash mean?
Dave
Squishy Drunk Cyclone Ghosts All the
doofers Robot In Can
OwL?
doors are
open you
idiot
go
Sto
Arms Lanky Let it
Traveliliia TURBINE Face Wind Your
With TIVATED KneeWind A
Dalek
Are
Melting
Beach Balls
The Genie This Comets Confusing Really TRIANGLES
Comets''
Bloo
Is Ready
Fast
Comots
ABS) (ESP
Lots Everywhere YES The key
FLEX SPANISH
YOUR
ABS
of
things
is sinking
in a river
THE META PICTURE
laughoutloud-club:

The Lights On Your Car Dash

laughoutloud-club:

The Lights On Your Car Dash: Ever wondered what the lights on your car
dash mean?
Dave
Squishy Drunk Cyclone Ghosts All the
doofers Robot In Can
OwL?
doors are
open you
idiot
go
Sto
Arms Lanky Let it
Traveliliia TURBINE Face Wind Your
With TIVATED KneeWind A
Dalek
Are
Melting
Beach Balls
The Genie This Comets Confusing Really TRIANGLES
Comets''
Bloo
Is Ready
Fast
Comots
ABS) (ESP
Lots Everywhere YES The key
FLEX SPANISH
YOUR
ABS
of
things
is sinking
in a river
THE META PICTURE
laughoutloud-club:

The Lights On Your Car Dash

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requiem-on-water: Sinking. by Erica Coburn: requiem-on-water: Sinking. by Erica Coburn

requiem-on-water:

Sinking. by

Erica Coburn: requiem-on-water:

Sinking. by

Erica Coburn

requiem-on-water:

Sinking. by

Erica Coburn: requiem-on-water:

Sinking. by

Erica Coburn

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sinking: 井78 CAPTAIN! WE ARE SINKING TENKINS, FoR THE LAST FuckING TIME... SRGRAFos MOM

sinking: 井78
CAPTAIN!
WE ARE SINKING
TENKINS,
FoR THE
LAST FuckING
TIME...
SRGRAFos MOM

sinking: 井78
CAPTAIN!
WE ARE SINKING
TENKINS,
FoR THE
LAST FuckING
TIME...
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Dont know why but I find this funny: 井78 CAPTAIN! WE ARE SINKING TENKINS, FoR THE LAST FucKING TIME... o 00 O SRGRAFos MoM Dont know why but I find this funny

Dont know why but I find this funny: 井78
CAPTAIN!
WE ARE SINKING
TENKINS,
FoR THE
LAST FucKING
TIME...
o 00 O
SRGRAFos MoM
Dont know why but I find this funny

Dont know why but I find this funny: 井78
CAPTAIN!
WE ARE SINKING
TENKINS,
FoR THE
LAST FucKING
TIME...
o 00 O
SRGRAFos MoM
Dont know why but I find this funny

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old-spaghetti-factory: riderumbra: danguy96: johnny-jacobite: johnny-jacobite: did-you-kno: Due to a lot of really crappy things happening on April 15th, like US Tax Day, Abraham Lincoln dying, and the Titanic sinking, the date has become informally known as National That Sucks Day. Source Don’t forget the Boston marathon bombing ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME They say “Beware the Ides of March”, but I think we should keep an eye out for the Ides of April as well, from now on. Add another to the list Feels bad man: did you know? Due to a lot of really crappy things happening on April 15th, like US Tax Day, Abraham Lincoln dying, and the Titanic sinking, the date has become informally known as National That Sucks Day NATIONAL THAT SUCKS LO DAY DIDYOUKNOWFACTS.CoM PHOTO: THATSUCKS.NET old-spaghetti-factory: riderumbra: danguy96: johnny-jacobite: johnny-jacobite: did-you-kno: Due to a lot of really crappy things happening on April 15th, like US Tax Day, Abraham Lincoln dying, and the Titanic sinking, the date has become informally known as National That Sucks Day. Source Don’t forget the Boston marathon bombing ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME They say “Beware the Ides of March”, but I think we should keep an eye out for the Ides of April as well, from now on. Add another to the list Feels bad man

old-spaghetti-factory:

riderumbra:

danguy96:

johnny-jacobite:

johnny-jacobite:

did-you-kno:

Due to a lot of really crappy things
happening on April 15th, like US Tax Day,
Abraham Lincoln dying, and the Titanic
sinking, the date has become informally
known as National That Sucks Day. Source

Don’t forget the Boston marathon bombing

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

They say “Beware the Ides of March”, but I think we should keep an eye out for the Ides of April as well, from now on.

Add another to the list

Feels bad man: did you know?
Due to a lot of really crappy things
happening on April 15th, like US Tax Day,
Abraham Lincoln dying, and the Titanic
sinking, the date has become informally
known as National That Sucks Day
NATIONAL
THAT
SUCKS
LO
DAY
DIDYOUKNOWFACTS.CoM
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riderumbra:

danguy96:

johnny-jacobite:

johnny-jacobite:

did-you-kno:

Due to a lot of really crappy things
happening on April 15th, like US Tax Day,
Abraham Lincoln dying, and the Titanic
sinking, the date has become informally
known as National That Sucks Day. Source

Don’t forget the Boston marathon bombing

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

They say “Beware the Ides of March”, but I think we should keep an eye out for the Ides of April as well, from now on.

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riderumbra:

danguy96:

johnny-jacobite:

johnny-jacobite:

did-you-kno:

Due to a lot of really crappy things
happening on April 15th, like US Tax Day,
Abraham Lincoln dying, and the Titanic
sinking, the date has become informally
known as National That Sucks Day. Source

Don’t forget the Boston marathon bombing

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

They say “Beware the Ides of March”, but I think we should keep an eye out for the Ides of April as well, from now on.

Add another to the list

Feels bad man: did you know?
Due to a lot of really crappy things
happening on April 15th, like US Tax Day,
Abraham Lincoln dying, and the Titanic
sinking, the date has become informally
known as National That Sucks Day
NATIONAL
THAT
SUCKS
LO
DAY
DIDYOUKNOWFACTS.CoM
PHOTO: THATSUCKS.NET
old-spaghetti-factory:

riderumbra:

danguy96:

johnny-jacobite:

johnny-jacobite:

did-you-kno:

Due to a lot of really crappy things
happening on April 15th, like US Tax Day,
Abraham Lincoln dying, and the Titanic
sinking, the date has become informally
known as National That Sucks Day. Source

Don’t forget the Boston marathon bombing

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

They say “Beware the Ides of March”, but I think we should keep an eye out for the Ides of April as well, from now on.

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Seriously what the hell is wrong with today: When you hear about the Notre Dame burning down and realize it's the same day as Lincoln's death, the Titanic sinking, and the start of the Tiananmen Square protests which also happens to be the same day as American Tax day Seriously what the hell is wrong with today

Seriously what the hell is wrong with today: When you hear about the Notre Dame burning down
and realize it's the same day as Lincoln's death, the
Titanic sinking, and the start of the Tiananmen
Square protests which also happens to be the same
day as American Tax day
Seriously what the hell is wrong with today

Seriously what the hell is wrong with today: When you hear about the Notre Dame burning down
and realize it's the same day as Lincoln's death, the
Titanic sinking, and the start of the Tiananmen
Square protests which also happens to be the same
day as American Tax day
Seriously what the hell is wrong with today

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Seriously what the hell is wrong with today by Honest_Fault MORE MEMES: When you hear about the Notre Dame burning down and realize it's the same day as Lincoln's death, the Titanic sinking, and the start of the Tiananmen Square protests which also happens to be the same day as American Tax day Seriously what the hell is wrong with today by Honest_Fault MORE MEMES

Seriously what the hell is wrong with today by Honest_Fault
MORE MEMES: When you hear about the Notre Dame burning down
and realize it's the same day as Lincoln's death, the
Titanic sinking, and the start of the Tiananmen
Square protests which also happens to be the same
day as American Tax day
Seriously what the hell is wrong with today by Honest_Fault
MORE MEMES

Seriously what the hell is wrong with today by Honest_Fault
MORE MEMES: When you hear about the Notre Dame burning down
and realize it's the same day as Lincoln's death, the
Titanic sinking, and the start of the Tiananmen
Square protests which also happens to be the same
day as American Tax day
Seriously what the hell is wrong with today by Honest_Fault
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Look Around & Notice The Mindset Of The People Around You... Too Much Negativity & Drama Is A Sign Of A Sinking Ship.... 💯 #LifeLessons [via QWorldstar]: You can fuck your whole life up hanging out with people who have no goals or ambitions. aQWORLDSTAR Look Around & Notice The Mindset Of The People Around You... Too Much Negativity & Drama Is A Sign Of A Sinking Ship.... 💯 #LifeLessons [via QWorldstar]

Look Around & Notice The Mindset Of The People Around You... Too Much Negativity & Drama Is A Sign Of A Sinking Ship.... 💯 #LifeLessons [via QWorldstar]: You can fuck your whole life up hanging
out with people who have no goals or
ambitions.
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Look Around & Notice The Mindset Of The People Around You... Too Much Negativity & Drama Is A Sign Of A Sinking Ship.... 💯 #LifeLessons [via QWorldstar]

Look Around & Notice The Mindset Of The People Around You... Too Much Negativity & Drama Is A Sign Of A Sinking Ship.... 💯 #LifeLessons [via QWorldstar]: You can fuck your whole life up hanging
out with people who have no goals or
ambitions.
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Man being reacued after the sinking of the titanic - 1912: l Itanic survivor drifting ashore on a piece of debris after 18 days df floating in the ocearn Man being reacued after the sinking of the titanic - 1912

Man being reacued after the sinking of the titanic - 1912: l Itanic survivor drifting ashore on a
piece of debris after 18 days df
floating in the ocearn
Man being reacued after the sinking of the titanic - 1912

Man being reacued after the sinking of the titanic - 1912: l Itanic survivor drifting ashore on a
piece of debris after 18 days df
floating in the ocearn
Man being reacued after the sinking of the titanic - 1912

Man being reacued after the sinking of the titanic - 1912

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luthienne:Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides: -that sinking feeling of oh no here we go again luthienne:Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

luthienne:Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides: -that sinking feeling of oh no here we go again
luthienne:Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

luthienne:Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides: -that sinking feeling of oh no here we go again
luthienne:Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

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Titanic before sinking 1912: Either that iceberg is gonna move aside or l am, and my momma didn't raise no pussy. Titanic before sinking 1912

Titanic before sinking 1912: Either that iceberg is
gonna move aside or l
am, and my momma
didn't raise no pussy.
Titanic before sinking 1912

Titanic before sinking 1912: Either that iceberg is
gonna move aside or l
am, and my momma
didn't raise no pussy.
Titanic before sinking 1912

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sinking: "Oscar" a cat that served on 3 warships. One German, two British, all sank in action. The cat survived each sinking, floating away on wooden planks to rescue. The cat was known as "unsinkable sam"

sinking: "Oscar" a cat that served on 3 warships.
One German, two British, all sank in action.
The cat survived each sinking,
floating away on wooden planks to rescue.
The cat was known as "unsinkable sam"

sinking: "Oscar" a cat that served on 3 warships.
One German, two British, all sank in action.
The cat survived each sinking,
floating away on wooden planks to rescue.
The cat was known as "unsinkable sam"

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We made it (@saqmemes): Titanic: "is sinking* lobsters on board: We made it (@saqmemes)

We made it (@saqmemes): Titanic: "is sinking*
lobsters on board:
We made it (@saqmemes)

We made it (@saqmemes): Titanic: "is sinking*
lobsters on board:
We made it (@saqmemes)

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Argument [OC]: CAP'N EGO, OUR ARGUMENT IS SINKING! THE ENEMY HAS AN OVERWHELMING AMOUNT OF EVIDENCE! SS CLIMATECHANGE IS AUD MAN MADE T REAL CLIMA I NEED OPTIONS, RATIONALITY THERE'S ONLY TWO, SIR CAPTAIN E GO WEIGHED HIS OPTIONS CAREFULLY FOR 0.3 SECONDS s SUPPORT POLLOW, SHARE ○ @weirdofozz f@weirdofozz PATREON weirdofozz Argument [OC]

Argument [OC]: CAP'N EGO, OUR ARGUMENT
IS SINKING! THE ENEMY HAS AN
OVERWHELMING AMOUNT OF
EVIDENCE!
SS CLIMATECHANGE IS
AUD MAN MADE
T REAL
CLIMA
I NEED OPTIONS, RATIONALITY
THERE'S ONLY TWO, SIR
CAPTAIN E
GO WEIGHED HIS OPTIONS
CAREFULLY FOR 0.3 SECONDS
s SUPPORT
POLLOW, SHARE
○ @weirdofozz
f@weirdofozz
PATREON weirdofozz
Argument [OC]

Argument [OC]: CAP'N EGO, OUR ARGUMENT
IS SINKING! THE ENEMY HAS AN
OVERWHELMING AMOUNT OF
EVIDENCE!
SS CLIMATECHANGE IS
AUD MAN MADE
T REAL
CLIMA
I NEED OPTIONS, RATIONALITY
THERE'S ONLY TWO, SIR
CAPTAIN E
GO WEIGHED HIS OPTIONS
CAREFULLY FOR 0.3 SECONDS
s SUPPORT
POLLOW, SHARE
○ @weirdofozz
f@weirdofozz
PATREON weirdofozz
Argument [OC]

Argument [OC]

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Is it true that the Supernatural fandom has a screenshot/gif for everything?: education did you know? There was a cat named Unsinkable Sam that survived the sinking of three separate vessels during WWIL edur.com cation.tumb education.tumblr.com kaleighbytheway At what point do you go from "unsinkable" to "ship sinker". Because I feel like three sinkings is probably enough to cross that line. spnfan1912 ll interrogate the cat Source: education Is it true that the Supernatural fandom has a screenshot/gif for everything?

Is it true that the Supernatural fandom has a screenshot/gif for everything?: education
did you know?
There was a cat named Unsinkable
Sam that survived the sinking of three
separate vessels during WWIL
edur.com
cation.tumb
education.tumblr.com
kaleighbytheway
At what point do you go from
"unsinkable" to "ship sinker". Because I
feel like three sinkings is probably
enough to cross that line.
spnfan1912
ll interrogate the cat
Source: education
Is it true that the Supernatural fandom has a screenshot/gif for everything?

Is it true that the Supernatural fandom has a screenshot/gif for everything?: education
did you know?
There was a cat named Unsinkable
Sam that survived the sinking of three
separate vessels during WWIL
edur.com
cation.tumb
education.tumblr.com
kaleighbytheway
At what point do you go from
"unsinkable" to "ship sinker". Because I
feel like three sinkings is probably
enough to cross that line.
spnfan1912
ll interrogate the cat
Source: education
Is it true that the Supernatural fandom has a screenshot/gif for everything?

Is it true that the Supernatural fandom has a screenshot/gif for everything?

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caitor: Frank talking about certain tattoos of his. : I got the 'Forget me not', after we did the video Ghost Of You. We were in this boat and it started sinking. I really thought that we were done for. We were all dress up as soldiers and the boat started to capsize and water came up to my chest but I got pulled out. I remember my life passing before my eyes and kind of accepting my faith. I got the tattoo to remember that feeling of the end and that I was pretty OK with it. I found out that I wasn't afraid of death. It was scary, I mean I shit myself but at the same time it was a relief. I thought OK, it's time to go and I was fine with it. I think I've done a lot of things that I've always wanted to do andl was happy with the way I lived my life. It was the worst tattoo to get. I had the day off and the next day I had to go and play and it had swollen up and it just felt like my entire arm was just jiggling as I was playing. It was awful. For some reason my upper arms don't heal as well as the rest of the body. I also have a tattoo on my thigh that says: 'Live your day as if it was your last' and I try to live my life that way. ORGET ME NOT caitor: Frank talking about certain tattoos of his.

caitor:
Frank talking about certain tattoos of his.
: I got the 'Forget me not', after we did the
video Ghost Of You. We were in this boat and
it started sinking. I really thought that we
were done for. We were all dress up as
soldiers and the boat started to capsize and
water came up to my chest but I got pulled
out. I remember my life passing before my
eyes and kind of accepting my faith. I got the
tattoo to remember that feeling of the end
and that I was pretty OK with it. I found out
that I wasn't afraid of death. It was scary, I
mean I shit myself but at the same time it
was a relief. I thought OK, it's time to go and
I was fine with it. I think I've done a lot of
things that I've always wanted to do andl
was happy with the way I lived my life. It was
the worst tattoo to get. I had the day off and
the next day I had to go and play and it had
swollen up and it just felt like my entire arm
was just jiggling as I was playing. It was
awful. For some reason my upper arms don't
heal as well as the rest of the body. I also
have a tattoo on my thigh that says: 'Live
your day as if it was your last' and I try
to live my life that way.

ORGET ME
NOT
caitor:
Frank talking about certain tattoos of his.

caitor:
Frank talking about certain tattoos of his.
: I got the 'Forget me not', after we did the
video Ghost Of You. We were in this boat and
it started sinking. I really thought that we
were done for. We were all dress up as
soldiers and the boat started to capsize and
water came up to my chest but I got pulled
out. I remember my life passing before my
eyes and kind of accepting my faith. I got the
tattoo to remember that feeling of the end
and that I was pretty OK with it. I found out
that I wasn't afraid of death. It was scary, I
mean I shit myself but at the same time it
was a relief. I thought OK, it's time to go and
I was fine with it. I think I've done a lot of
things that I've always wanted to do andl
was happy with the way I lived my life. It was
the worst tattoo to get. I had the day off and
the next day I had to go and play and it had
swollen up and it just felt like my entire arm
was just jiggling as I was playing. It was
awful. For some reason my upper arms don't
heal as well as the rest of the body. I also
have a tattoo on my thigh that says: 'Live
your day as if it was your last' and I try
to live my life that way.

ORGET ME
NOT
caitor:
Frank talking about certain tattoos of his.

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awesomesthesia: What are you sinking about?: (ON A YACHT) ME: raises glass* to our new "YAKT" HER: the "c" is silent ME: *staring out at the horizon* yes it's very tranquil, ur right keBen 83 awesomesthesia: What are you sinking about?

awesomesthesia:

What are you sinking about?: (ON A YACHT)
ME: raises glass* to our new "YAKT"
HER: the "c" is silent
ME: *staring out at the horizon* yes it's very
tranquil, ur right
keBen
83
awesomesthesia:

What are you sinking about?

awesomesthesia:

What are you sinking about?: (ON A YACHT)
ME: raises glass* to our new "YAKT"
HER: the "c" is silent
ME: *staring out at the horizon* yes it's very
tranquil, ur right
keBen
83
awesomesthesia:

What are you sinking about?

awesomesthesia: What are you sinking about?

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Dont judge an aunt by her cover.: Carmen Maria Machado @carmenmmachado Hi, it's me, your weird gay aunt. I'm coming to Christmas in my Subaru while drinking an unsweetened espresso beverage and listening to a podcast about the sinking of the Lusitania. I got you books. Dont judge an aunt by her cover.

Dont judge an aunt by her cover.: Carmen Maria Machado
@carmenmmachado
Hi, it's me, your weird gay aunt. I'm
coming to Christmas in my Subaru
while drinking an unsweetened
espresso beverage and listening
to a podcast about the sinking of
the Lusitania. I got you books.
Dont judge an aunt by her cover.

Dont judge an aunt by her cover.: Carmen Maria Machado
@carmenmmachado
Hi, it's me, your weird gay aunt. I'm
coming to Christmas in my Subaru
while drinking an unsweetened
espresso beverage and listening
to a podcast about the sinking of
the Lusitania. I got you books.
Dont judge an aunt by her cover.

Dont judge an aunt by her cover.

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Dramatic footage of Titanic sinking 1912. (colorized): Dramatic footage of Titanic sinking 1912. (colorized)

Dramatic footage of Titanic sinking 1912. (colorized): Dramatic footage of Titanic sinking 1912. (colorized)

Dramatic footage of Titanic sinking 1912. (colorized): Dramatic footage of Titanic sinking 1912. (colorized)

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its been an honor: taco-bell-rey Porn blogs still posting porn until December 17th is the equivalent of the band playing while the Titanic was sinking. its been an honor

its been an honor: taco-bell-rey
Porn blogs still posting porn until December
17th is the equivalent of the band playing while
the Titanic was sinking.
its been an honor

its been an honor: taco-bell-rey
Porn blogs still posting porn until December
17th is the equivalent of the band playing while
the Titanic was sinking.
its been an honor

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sinking: Stella Williams @Montaillac "We've hit an iceberg and are sinking." "Quick, change the captain!"

sinking: Stella Williams
@Montaillac
"We've hit an iceberg and are sinking."
"Quick, change the captain!"

sinking: Stella Williams
@Montaillac
"We've hit an iceberg and are sinking."
"Quick, change the captain!"

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starkexpos: withironhands: Avengers (1963) #5 I have never laughed at a single panel so hard in my life. : BUT THOR, SON OF ODIN,LORD OF ASGARD.DONOT BEG THE GROUND GROWS MOLTEN...ITS BECOMING SOFT I'M SINKING FOR HELP.! INTO IT starkexpos: withironhands: Avengers (1963) #5 I have never laughed at a single panel so hard in my life.

starkexpos:

withironhands:

Avengers (1963) #5

I have never laughed at a single panel so hard in my life.
: BUT THOR, SON OF ODIN,LORD
OF ASGARD.DONOT BEG
THE GROUND GROWS
MOLTEN...ITS BECOMING
SOFT I'M SINKING
FOR HELP.!
INTO IT
starkexpos:

withironhands:

Avengers (1963) #5

I have never laughed at a single panel so hard in my life.

starkexpos:

withironhands:

Avengers (1963) #5

I have never laughed at a single panel so hard in my life.
: BUT THOR, SON OF ODIN,LORD
OF ASGARD.DONOT BEG
THE GROUND GROWS
MOLTEN...ITS BECOMING
SOFT I'M SINKING
FOR HELP.!
INTO IT
starkexpos:

withironhands:

Avengers (1963) #5

I have never laughed at a single panel so hard in my life.

starkexpos: withironhands: Avengers (1963) #5 I have never laughed at a single panel so hard in my life.

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fakehistory: A photograph of the captain and a sailor taken moments before the sinking of Titanic. (Circa 1912): Either that iceberg is gonna move aside or l am, and my momma didn't raise no pussy. fakehistory: A photograph of the captain and a sailor taken moments before the sinking of Titanic. (Circa 1912)

fakehistory:

A photograph of the captain and a sailor taken moments before the sinking of Titanic. (Circa 1912): Either that iceberg is
gonna move aside or l
am, and my momma
didn't raise no pussy.
fakehistory:

A photograph of the captain and a sailor taken moments before the sinking of Titanic. (Circa 1912)

fakehistory:

A photograph of the captain and a sailor taken moments before the sinking of Titanic. (Circa 1912): Either that iceberg is
gonna move aside or l
am, and my momma
didn't raise no pussy.
fakehistory:

A photograph of the captain and a sailor taken moments before the sinking of Titanic. (Circa 1912)

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A photograph of the captain and a sailor taken moments before the sinking of Titanic. (Circa 1912): Either that iceberg is gonna move aside or l am, and my momma didn't raise no pussy. A photograph of the captain and a sailor taken moments before the sinking of Titanic. (Circa 1912)

A photograph of the captain and a sailor taken moments before the sinking of Titanic. (Circa 1912): Either that iceberg is
gonna move aside or l
am, and my momma
didn't raise no pussy.
A photograph of the captain and a sailor taken moments before the sinking of Titanic. (Circa 1912)

A photograph of the captain and a sailor taken moments before the sinking of Titanic. (Circa 1912): Either that iceberg is
gonna move aside or l
am, and my momma
didn't raise no pussy.
A photograph of the captain and a sailor taken moments before the sinking of Titanic. (Circa 1912)

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Tourists had to wade through water to see the sights in Venice, Italy due to the exceptional level of the 'acqua alta' or 'High Tide' that reached 156 cm. Venetian schools and hospitals were closed by the authorities, and citizens were advised against leaving their homes. Photo: Stefano Mazzola-Awakening-Getty Images venice italy flood water sinking tourists: Tourists had to wade through water to see the sights in Venice, Italy due to the exceptional level of the 'acqua alta' or 'High Tide' that reached 156 cm. Venetian schools and hospitals were closed by the authorities, and citizens were advised against leaving their homes. Photo: Stefano Mazzola-Awakening-Getty Images venice italy flood water sinking tourists

Tourists had to wade through water to see the sights in Venice, Italy due to the exceptional level of the 'acqua alta' or 'High Tide' that reached 156 cm. Venetian schools and hospitals were closed by the authorities, and citizens were advised against leaving their homes. Photo: Stefano Mazzola-Awakening-Getty Images venice italy flood water sinking tourists: Tourists had to wade through water to see the sights in Venice, Italy due to the exceptional level of the 'acqua alta' or 'High Tide' that reached 156 cm. Venetian schools and hospitals were closed by the authorities, and citizens were advised against leaving their homes. Photo: Stefano Mazzola-Awakening-Getty Images venice italy flood water sinking tourists

Tourists had to wade through water to see the sights in Venice, Italy due to the exceptional level of the 'acqua alta' or 'High Tide' that reached 156 cm. Venetian schools and hospitals were closed by the authorities, and citizens were advised against leaving their homes. Photo: Stefano Mazzola-Awakening-Getty Images venice italy flood water sinking tourists: Tourists had to wade through water to see the sights in Venice, Italy due to the exceptional level of the 'acqua alta' or 'High Tide' that reached 156 cm. Venetian schools and hospitals were closed by the authorities, and citizens were advised against leaving their homes. Photo: Stefano Mazzola-Awakening-Getty Images venice italy flood water sinking tourists

Tourists had to wade through water to see the sights in Venice, Italy due to the exceptional level of the 'acqua alta' or 'High Tide' tha...

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sinking: "You never stopped waiting for him, did you? Your heart still skips a beat when your phone lights up and there's still a sinking feeling when it's not him who texted you. You're still waiting. You'll always be waiting. But he won't come back. And you know it."

sinking: "You never stopped waiting for him, did you?
Your heart still skips a beat when your phone
lights up and there's still a sinking feeling when
it's not him who texted you. You're still waiting.
You'll always be waiting. But he won't come
back. And you know it."

sinking: "You never stopped waiting for him, did you?
Your heart still skips a beat when your phone
lights up and there's still a sinking feeling when
it's not him who texted you. You're still waiting.
You'll always be waiting. But he won't come
back. And you know it."

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Not gonna beg: BUT THOR SON OF ODIN,LORD OF ASGARD. DOES NOT BEG THE GROUND GROWS FOR HELP. SOFT IPA SINKING INTO IT Not gonna beg

Not gonna beg: BUT THOR SON OF ODIN,LORD
OF ASGARD. DOES NOT BEG
THE GROUND GROWS
FOR HELP.
SOFT IPA SINKING
INTO IT
Not gonna beg

Not gonna beg: BUT THOR SON OF ODIN,LORD
OF ASGARD. DOES NOT BEG
THE GROUND GROWS
FOR HELP.
SOFT IPA SINKING
INTO IT
Not gonna beg

Not gonna beg

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sinking: Skinny Legend @iSkinnyLegend Did you know that during the sinking of the Titanic, violinist Mariah Carey (photographed below, 1912) was the only orchestra member that kept on playing. Witnesses say she refused to run to safety saying "I won't stop for them chickens is ash & l'm lotion." She went down a hero. PRADANGEL @angelictears She actually survived because she was so skinny she floated on the water when the ship went down. Afterwards she went on to release some of the best selling albums ever. Truly a hero and we love history

sinking: Skinny Legend
@iSkinnyLegend
Did you know that during the sinking of
the Titanic, violinist Mariah Carey
(photographed below, 1912) was the
only orchestra member that kept on
playing. Witnesses say she refused to
run to safety saying "I won't stop for
them chickens is ash & l'm lotion." She
went down a hero.

PRADANGEL
@angelictears
She actually survived because she was
so skinny she floated on the water when
the ship went down. Afterwards she
went on to release some of the best
selling albums ever. Truly a hero and we
love history

sinking: Skinny Legend
@iSkinnyLegend
Did you know that during the sinking of
the Titanic, violinist Mariah Carey
(photographed below, 1912) was the
only orchestra member that kept on
playing. Witnesses say she refused to
run to safety saying "I won't stop for
them chickens is ash & l'm lotion." She
went down a hero.

PRADANGEL
@angelictears
She actually survived because she was
so skinny she floated on the water when
the ship went down. Afterwards she
went on to release some of the best
selling albums ever. Truly a hero and we
love history

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That sinking feeling in your stomach: End of school day at 2:10 Dentist appointment at 3:00 That sinking feeling in your stomach

That sinking feeling in your stomach: End of school
day at 2:10
Dentist
appointment at
3:00
That sinking feeling in your stomach

That sinking feeling in your stomach: End of school
day at 2:10
Dentist
appointment at
3:00
That sinking feeling in your stomach

That sinking feeling in your stomach

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You are probably wondering, where’s your favorite @unclesamsmisguidedchildren Facebook page? One of the largest Veteran-owned patriotic brands and Facebook Pages was censored by Zuckerberg and the silence is deafening from well known Conservatives. That’s right, Facebook took down our 2.2 million follower page. It is owned by Latino Marine Veteran Rick Ferran, also known as “Tank”- a nickname given to him by his followers. Uncle Sam’s Misguided Children If you understood the amount of time, money, and heart invested in the creation of Uncle Sam’s Misguided Children, you would only begin to feel what Rick and his team have felt over the years. Is Rick perfect? No. Is he a great American – absolutely yes. As a single father who tries valiantly to provide for his daughter, Facebook has taken away his livelihood and ability to provide for her. He has invested his entire life, all of his hard-earned money, and his heart into creating the patriotic clothing brand known as Uncle Sam’s Misguided Children. Seven days a week. That’s how much Rick and his team work. They have provided content for Facebook since the brand’s inception in 2009. At first sinking $50,000 into Facebook ads, he quickly learned that it was not producing what he needed for his store that has grown to 2,600 products. Through the loss of FIVE Facebook pages since 2009, counting the latest one at 2.2+ million followers, the company has take huge hits from the discriminatory business practices of Mark Zuckerberg. We have literally lost millions of dollars by Facebook’s actions over the years. We brought millions of dollars to Facebook so they could advertise to our organic following…they made money off us, but they’ve taken away our ability to make money. At one point we had a warehouse where our products were stored. It had to be closed after one of the first page take downs. If they had left us alone, we’d have 10 million followers by now. That must be why Zuckerberg is afraid. Rick has conducted hundreds and hundreds of podcasts with veterans and people in the news. People like James O’Keefe, Lt Col Allen West, Dinesh D’Souza, John Tiegen, Kris Paronto, patriots of all races and lifestyle: THIS LATINO MARINE VETERAN'S LIFE'S WORK DESTROYED BY ZUCKERBERG'S CENSORSHIP AGENDA You are probably wondering, where’s your favorite @unclesamsmisguidedchildren Facebook page? One of the largest Veteran-owned patriotic brands and Facebook Pages was censored by Zuckerberg and the silence is deafening from well known Conservatives. That’s right, Facebook took down our 2.2 million follower page. It is owned by Latino Marine Veteran Rick Ferran, also known as “Tank”- a nickname given to him by his followers. Uncle Sam’s Misguided Children If you understood the amount of time, money, and heart invested in the creation of Uncle Sam’s Misguided Children, you would only begin to feel what Rick and his team have felt over the years. Is Rick perfect? No. Is he a great American – absolutely yes. As a single father who tries valiantly to provide for his daughter, Facebook has taken away his livelihood and ability to provide for her. He has invested his entire life, all of his hard-earned money, and his heart into creating the patriotic clothing brand known as Uncle Sam’s Misguided Children. Seven days a week. That’s how much Rick and his team work. They have provided content for Facebook since the brand’s inception in 2009. At first sinking $50,000 into Facebook ads, he quickly learned that it was not producing what he needed for his store that has grown to 2,600 products. Through the loss of FIVE Facebook pages since 2009, counting the latest one at 2.2+ million followers, the company has take huge hits from the discriminatory business practices of Mark Zuckerberg. We have literally lost millions of dollars by Facebook’s actions over the years. We brought millions of dollars to Facebook so they could advertise to our organic following…they made money off us, but they’ve taken away our ability to make money. At one point we had a warehouse where our products were stored. It had to be closed after one of the first page take downs. If they had left us alone, we’d have 10 million followers by now. That must be why Zuckerberg is afraid. Rick has conducted hundreds and hundreds of podcasts with veterans and people in the news. People like James O’Keefe, Lt Col Allen West, Dinesh D’Souza, John Tiegen, Kris Paronto, patriots of all races and lifestyle

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starkexpos: withironhands: Avengers (1963) #5 I have never laughed at a single panel so hard in my life. : BUT THOR, SON OF ODIN,LORD OF ASGARD.DONOT BEG THE GROUND GROWS MOLTEN...ITS BECOMING SOFT I'M SINKING FOR HELP.! INTO IT starkexpos: withironhands: Avengers (1963) #5 I have never laughed at a single panel so hard in my life.

starkexpos:
withironhands:

Avengers (1963) #5

I have never laughed at a single panel so hard in my life.
: BUT THOR, SON OF ODIN,LORD
OF ASGARD.DONOT BEG
THE GROUND GROWS
MOLTEN...ITS BECOMING
SOFT I'M SINKING
FOR HELP.!
INTO IT
starkexpos:
withironhands:

Avengers (1963) #5

I have never laughed at a single panel so hard in my life.

starkexpos:
withironhands:

Avengers (1963) #5

I have never laughed at a single panel so hard in my life.
: BUT THOR, SON OF ODIN,LORD
OF ASGARD.DONOT BEG
THE GROUND GROWS
MOLTEN...ITS BECOMING
SOFT I'M SINKING
FOR HELP.!
INTO IT
starkexpos:
withironhands:

Avengers (1963) #5

I have never laughed at a single panel so hard in my life.

starkexpos: withironhands: Avengers (1963) #5 I have never laughed at a single panel so hard in my life.

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Sinking of titanic (1912): Titanic: *sails* lceberg: I'm gonna stop you right there Sinking of titanic (1912)

Sinking of titanic (1912): Titanic: *sails*
lceberg:
I'm gonna stop
you right there
Sinking of titanic (1912)

Sinking of titanic (1912): Titanic: *sails*
lceberg:
I'm gonna stop
you right there
Sinking of titanic (1912)

Sinking of titanic (1912)

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