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2020.10.30 00:02 XPidgeX Naked mothers photos

TL;DR boyfriend constantly breaking boundaries
this is long. So prepare. My(F19) boyfriend(M22) of three years has recently showed me that he won’t changed despite what he says. This starts in the beginning. He’d always been gross. He’d always sexualized everything always making inappropriate comments about anything on tv, any girl we would see in public, strangers,friends he sexualized it all. And Right away i expressed how it makes me uncomfortable and he would simmer down but it would always come back, Until he finally stopped and then it seemed to manifest into something else. I tried to deny it but it seemed like he got a little too close to one of my friends (she wasn’t interested) but he obviously had a thing for her. This happened twice with two of my friends that he seemed to get infatuated with. And I’m not crazy. I had other people point out to me one being my mother. Fucking embarrassing.
Finally we got past that, from what I believe. Even though he still won’t admit he was into them. Fast forward to me asking him if he will stop watching porn because I know he did it a lot and it made me uncomfortable. I think it’s betrayal or cheating and I know I’m not alone on that. anyways he agreed to stop watching it. ( I let him take vids of us anyways) the night after I had asked I saw him watching porn while I was trying to go to bed. It wasn’t us, I got upset and just cried to sleep without saying anything. I confronted him the next day and he went off about how he thought I meant professional porn. Then he goes on to tell me that he would never agree to giving up porn, that he’s sorry but he will not do that for me. Keep in mind we’ve been together almost two years at this point. I was broken. He had vids of me but they weren’t enough. He refused. Until he did research and realized that the idea of porn being unfaithful is a pretty common thought. He finally stopped watching and we were doing well.
Other than the fact that he wouldn’t stop being disrespectful on social media. On Instagram he would strictly and constantly follow 2.0 nude accounts of slutty girls I was going to high school with.(he’s a college boy). He was also liking a lot of slutty photos of local girls and hit girls up for snapchats in the dms. He also hid a whole group a close female friends that he had because he didn’t think I would be okay with it. So he hid them from me. I found them because he had a group with them on Snapchat with an inappropriate title. I told him it was them or me because I wasn’t about to be okay with him having 5 close female friends that he kept secret and never even gave me a chance to be okay with. Not to mention he was the only guy friend. Just him in a fb and Snapchat group chat with like 5 girls that he never let me get to know or even know about. He chose them. I stayed anyways. He finally cut them off a few months back because they weren’t supportive of our relationship and they wouldn’t give me a chance.
Fast forward everything is good. It usually is before it gets bad. I come home and catch him jerking off to some Asian gamer girl streamer. She wasn’t even slutty she was just doing a normal video dressed appropriately and he was jerking off to her. I got obviously upset and at first he was mad till he admitted that there’s something wrong with him and he needs to fix himself. Like with everything else, we moved on. Now recently and over the past few months it has gotten so much worse. First he stopped touching me, he had surgery on his down stairs recently so I kinda just chocked it up to him being selfish and not want to do anything because his dick wasn’t healed. But then I found some things on his phone. First it was just a few inappropriate gifs of famous teen girls like woah Vicky and Danielle bregolii. I never brought that up. It was just fucking embarrassing. I usually confront him but sometimes I don’t know how.
A little while later I was using his phone and we were gaming with his friends and mine. I accidentally clicked something wrong and the clipboard on his keyboard came up. It was filled with naked of women, a few of me but mostly other girls. Girls with way different body types than I. I didn’t tell him till the next morning. He tried to lie and say they were from old girlfriends. I told him I’m not dumb he’s had hat phone for only about a year. he admitted that he got to photos off of a Facebook group chat that he had found on my messenger, it was from years ago he must scrolled a lot. (I used to get added to weird shit). He said that he thought about jerking off to them but swears he didn’t, then he admitted to jerking off (to vids of us) in the bathroom for weeks. I don’t know what to exept tell him that I’m crushed. I went though his phone again to make sure there were no more suprises and there was multiple recently watched vids on his YouTube along the lines of “too ten porn stars with amazing asses” stuff like that....
Needless to say I don’t trust him anymore and I don’t feel confident around him. I love my body and I know others do aswell but I think I’m going to start deeply hating myself. I know that boys will be boys and men are just pigs but isn’t this a little much? I know I ask for a lot, maybe too much? but he has agreed to everything and says he understands me and my boundaries but then goes ahead and crosses them all the time.
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2020.10.30 00:00 XPidgeX Naked mothers photos

TL;DR boyfriend constantly breaking boundaries
this is long. So prepare. My(F19) boyfriend(M22) of three years has recently showed me that he won’t changed despite what he says. This starts in the beginning. He’d always been gross. He’d always sexualized everything always making inappropriate comments about anything on tv, any girl we would see in public, strangers,friends he sexualized it all. And Right away i expressed how it makes me uncomfortable and he would simmer down but it would always come back, Until he finally stopped and then it seemed to manifest into something else. I tried to deny it but it seemed like he got a little too close to one of my friends (she wasn’t interested) but he obviously had a thing for her. This happened twice with two of my friends that he seemed to get infatuated with. And I’m not crazy. I had other people point out to me one being my mother. Fucking embarrassing.
Finally we got past that, from what I believe. Even though he still won’t admit he was into them. Fast forward to me asking him if he will stop watching porn because I know he did it a lot and it made me uncomfortable. I think it’s betrayal or cheating and I know I’m not alone on that. anyways he agreed to stop watching it. ( I let him take vids of us anyways) the night after I had asked I saw him watching porn while I was trying to go to bed. It wasn’t us, I got upset and just cried to sleep without saying anything. I confronted him the next day and he went off about how he thought I meant professional porn. Then he goes on to tell me that he would never agree to giving up porn, that he’s sorry but he will not do that for me. Keep in mind we’ve been together almost two years at this point. I was broken. He had vids of me but they weren’t enough. He refused. Until he did research and realized that the idea of porn being unfaithful is a pretty common thought. He finally stopped watching and we were doing well.
Other than the fact that he wouldn’t stop being disrespectful on social media. On Instagram he would strictly and constantly follow 2.0 nude accounts of slutty girls I was going to high school with.(he’s a college boy). He was also liking a lot of slutty photos of local girls and hit girls up for snapchats in the dms. He also hid a whole group a close female friends that he had because he didn’t think I would be okay with it. So he hid them from me. I found them because he had a group with them on Snapchat with an inappropriate title. I told him it was them or me because I wasn’t about to be okay with him having 5 close female friends that he kept secret and never even gave me a chance to be okay with. Not to mention he was the only guy friend. Just him in a fb and Snapchat group chat with like 5 girls that he never let me get to know or even know about. He chose them. I stayed anyways. He finally cut them off a few months back because they weren’t supportive of our relationship and they wouldn’t give me a chance.
Fast forward everything is good. It usually is before it gets bad. I come home and catch him jerking off to some Asian gamer girl streamer. She wasn’t even slutty she was just doing a normal video dressed appropriately and he was jerking off to her. I got obviously upset and at first he was mad till he admitted that there’s something wrong with him and he needs to fix himself. Like with everything else, we moved on. Now recently and over the past few months it has gotten so much worse. First he stopped touching me, he had surgery on his down stairs recently so I kinda just chocked it up to him being selfish and not want to do anything because his dick wasn’t healed. But then I found some things on his phone. First it was just a few inappropriate gifs of famous teen girls like woah Vicky and Danielle bregolii. I never brought that up. It was just fucking embarrassing. I usually confront him but sometimes I don’t know how.
A little while later I was using his phone and we were gaming with his friends and mine. I accidentally clicked something wrong and the clipboard on his keyboard came up. It was filled with naked of women, a few of me but mostly other girls. Girls with way different body types than I. I didn’t tell him till the next morning. He tried to lie and say they were from old girlfriends. I told him I’m not dumb he’s had hat phone for only about a year. he admitted that he got to photos off of a Facebook group chat that he had found on my messenger, it was from years ago he must scrolled a lot. (I used to get added to weird shit). He said that he thought about jerking off to them but swears he didn’t, then he admitted to jerking off (to vids of us) in the bathroom for weeks. I don’t know what to exept tell him that I’m crushed. I went though his phone again to make sure there were no more suprises and there was multiple recently watched vids on his YouTube along the lines of “too ten porn stars with amazing asses” stuff like that....
Needless to say I don’t trust him anymore and I don’t feel confident around him. I love my body and I know others do aswell but I think I’m going to start deeply hating myself. I know that boys will be boys and men are just pigs but isn’t this a little much? I know I ask for a lot, maybe too much? but he has agreed to everything and says he understands me and my boundaries but then goes ahead and crosses them all the time.
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2020.10.29 18:26 normancrane Don Whitman's Masterpiece

It was Danvers who finally pushed him in. We’d been feeding the fire with hardwood since the afternoon and it had gotten big as the wind picked up by nightfall, flickering cross our faces and warming our cheeks better than a gas heater. He didn’t even scream when he fell. The flames just swallowed him up—sparks shooting out like hot vomit. He knew what he’d done. He knew it was wrong. When he lifted himself up and came out of the fire he stood dead still, staring at us, smiling like we’d done him a favour. Maybe he thought he deserved to turn into ash. Maybe he did deserve it. I know I kept my fingers tight round the handle of the axe just the same till he keeled over and Cauley had touched the corpse with his foot and we knew he was dead. The three of us, we kept silent for a long while after that. There was just the sound of wood burning and it was better that way. None of us touched the body but none of us looked away, either: you could still make out his face, unmistakable, when the rest of him was dark and formless. He was a face on a pile. Then the wind started taking bits and pieces and carrying them away. Like I told the police, he didn’t touch me, but I knew some of the kids he’d done it to. He’d done it to Danvers. I remember once when all the other kids were gone, I’d stayed after class, Mr Gregor bent himself close to my ear and told me the real story. “You’re a wicked one,” he said when he was done, “just like Don Whitman.”
They used to scare us with Don Whitman, the adults: the other teachers, our parents, the priest. But no one ever explained it. They’d just say, “You better do what we want or else Don Whitman will come back and get you.” Mr Gregor was the only one ever to tell it to me with details. He told it different, too. He said he remembered because he was the same age as Don Whitman and they went to the same school. He said that what the others say they remember is like Cain and Abel or Little Red Riding Hood. Even the landscape tells the fairy tale. After it happened, Don Whitman’s school got torn down, then his house. And the bells in the Church got changed: the ones they rang after Elizabeth Cartwell had come back hysterical with the news.
You can’t tear down or change a man’s memory, Mr Gregor told me.
Once you see, it’s forever.
Elizabeth Cartwell’s parents moved away as soon as the police investigation finished. A lot of people moved away. But Mr Gregor showed me a newspaper from Hill City, North Dakota from some years later. The paper was yellow but you could read the black print fine. The story was about a girl who’d killed herself. The photo was of Elizabeth Cartwell. As he held it out for me to see, his hand shook and I felt his breath grow warmer against the skin around my neck. Nothing made him shake as much as what happened to Elizabeth Cartwell, not even the details.
Don Whitman was seventeen when he did it. He was handsome, with wide shoulders and played football. All the girls liked him. He was going to go to college. Maybe that’s why they thought he was ready: they thought he was a man. They thought he’d be with them. It was a school night when they woke him and drove out to the old pumping station, so that he could see everything for himself. They wanted to make him a part of it just like they were. If he saw, he would want it just like they did. I was always told that he drove out there by himself, but Mr Gregor told me that’s part of the lie. He said Don Whitman’s father was in the car with the mayor and the chief of police. He said, “How would he have found the place by himself—why would he have gone looking?”
The place is in a wood not far from the border. Of course, the whole underground is filled with cement now, but you can still see where the opening used to be: a fat tube sticking out of the ground, just big enough for a man to crawl down into. There was a hatch on it then, and thick locks. The hatch was sound-proof. If you stood right beside it, you couldn’t hear a thing, but as soon as you opened the hatch you could smell the insides and hear the moans start to drift upwards into the world. A steel ladder led down. Mr Gregor says they all knew about it, everyone: all the adults. They’d all been down that ladder. All of them had seen it.
Don Whitman went down the ladder, too. He must have smelled the insides grow stronger and heard the moaning echo louder with every rung but he kept going. On the ground above, his father spoke to the mayor and they both felt proud. Don Whitman must have been more scared of coming up and disappointing them than of not going down to the limit. But when he reached the bottom, the very bottom, and put his feet to the hard concrete and saw it before his own eyes, something inside of him must have broken—
“They sugarcoat it and they make a child’s game of it because they’re too scared to remember the truth,” Mr Gregor told me. “They can’t forget it, but it’s a stain to them, so they cover it up and pretend that everything’s clean.”
Don Whitman saw the vastness of the interlocking chambers and, within them, the writhing, ecstatic, swollen no-people of the underground, human-like but non-human, cross-bred mammals draped in plaster-white skin pinned to numb faces, men, women and children, male and female, naked, scared, dirty, with humans—humans Don Whitman knew and recognized—among them, on them and under them, hitting them, squeezing them, making them hurt, making monstrous sounds with them, all under slowly rotating heat lamps, all open and together, one before another, and then someone, someone Don Whitman knew, must have put a hand on Don Whitman’s shoulder and Don Whitman would have asked, “But what now, what am I supposed to do?” and then, from somewhere deep within the chambers, from a place not even Don Whitman would ever see, a voice answered:
“Anything.”
Mr Gregor pulled away from me and I felt my body turn cold. Icy sweat crawled under my collar and below my thighs.
I’d been told Don Whitman had found the old pumping station and lured the police to it, that they’d called others—including Don Whitman’s father—to talk him out of any violence, but that he’d snapped and murdered them all without firing a single shot, with his bare hands, and dumped the bodies into the metal pipe sticking out of the ground, the one just wide enough for a man to fit through. Then he’d disappeared. It wasn’t until days later that Elizabeth Cartwell found the bodies and there was never any sign of Don Whitman after that. The manhunt failed. So the church bells rang, the school was torn down, the pipe was filled in and, ever since, the adults scare their children with the story of the high school boy who’d done a terrible, sinful thing and vanished into thin air.
“And why would she decide to go out there?” Mr Gregor asked—meaning Elizabeth Cartwell—his eyes dead-set through a window at the raining world outside. “It’s as transparent as a sheet of the Bible, every word of it. They all pretend to believe because they’ve all made it up together. But the police reports, the testimony, the news stories, the court records, the verdict: a sham, a falsification made truth because a thousand people and a judge repeat it, word-for-word, every night before bed.”
I tried to stand but couldn’t. My heart was pounding me back into the chair. I was thinking about my mother and father. I had only enough courage for one question, so I asked, “What happened to the no-people?”
Mr Gregor turned suddenly and laughed so fierce the rain lashed the windows even harder. He came toward me. He put a delicate hand on each of my shoulders. He bent forward until his lips were almost touching mine and, his eyes staring at me like one stares at the Devil, said:
“Buried in the concrete. Buried alive, buried dead—”
I pushed him away.
He stumbled backward without losing his balance.
I forced myself off the chair, praying that my legs would keep. My knees shook but held. In front of me, Mr Gregor rasped for air. A few long strands of his thin hair had fallen across his forehead. He was sweating.
“He was a coward, that little boy, Don Whitman. Without him, we wouldn’t need to live under the whip of elaborate lies designed by weaker people turned away and shamed by the power of the natural order of things. They trusted him, and he betrayed us all. The fools! The weakling! Imagine,” Mr Gregor hissed, “just imagine what we could have had, what we could have experienced down there, at the very bottom, in the chambers...”
His eyes spun and his chest heaved as he grew excited, but soon he lost his venom and his voice returned to normal.
Finally, he said without any nastiness, “You’re a wicked one, just like Don Whitman.”
And I ran out.
Danvers prodded me awake. I must have fallen asleep during the night because when I opened my eyes it was morning already. The sun was up and the flames gone, but the fire was still warm. Mr Gregor’s dead face still rested atop a pile of ashes. Cauley was asleep on the dirt across from us. I could tell Danvers hadn’t slept at all. He said he’d been to a farmhouse and called the police. We woke up Cauley and talked over what we’d say when they got here. We decided on something close to the truth: Mr Gregor had taken the three of us camping and, when he tried to do a bad thing, we put up a fight and knocked him into the flames. Cauley said it might be suspicious because of how easily Mr Gregor had burned, but Danvers said that some people were like that—they burned quick and whole—so we needn’t say a word about the gasoline. When the police came, they were professional and treated us fair, but when they took me aside to talk to me about the accident, every time I tried to tell them about the bad things Mr Gregor had done, they wouldn’t hear it, they just said it was a shame there’d been an accident and someone had died.
At home, I asked my parents whether Mr Gregor was a bad person for what he’d done to Danvers and others. My mother didn’t say anything. My father looked at me like he was looking at the Devil himself and said morality was not so simple and that people had differing points of view and that, in the end, much depended not on what you did, but who you did it to—like during the war, for example. There were some who deserved to be done-to and others whose privilege it was to do. Then he picked up his magazine and told me it was best not to think about such things at all.
I did keep thinking about them, and about Don Whitman, too. When I got to high school, I was too old to scare with monsters, but once in a while I’d hear one of the adults tell a kid he better do as he’d been told or Don Whitman would come back and get him. I wondered if maybe people scare others with monsters they’re most scared of themselves. I even thought about investigating: taking a pick-axe to the pumping station and cracking through concrete or investigating records of how much of it had been poured in there. But I figured the records could have been fixed and one person with a pick-axe wouldn’t get far before the police came and I didn’t trust them anymore. I also had homework to worry about and I started seeing a girl.
I’d almost forgotten about Don Whitman by the time my mother sent me out one evening with my dad’s rifle to hunt down a coyote she said had been attacking her hens. I took a bike, because it was quiet, and was roaming just beyond town when I saw something kick up dust in a field. I shot at it, missed and it scurried off. I pedaled after it until it seemingly disappeared into nowhere. I kept my eye firm on the spot I saw it last and when I got close enough, I saw there was a small hole in the ground there. I stuck the rifle in and the hole felt bigger on the inside, so I stomped all around till the hole caved and where there’d been a mouse-sized hole now there was an opening a grown man could fit through. It seemed deep, which made me curious, because there aren’t many caves around here, so I stuck my feet in but still couldn’t feel the bottom. I slid in a little further, and further still, and soon the opening was above my head and I was inside with my whole body.
It was dark but I could feel the ground sloping. When my eyes accustomed to the gloom, I saw enough to tell there was a tunnel leading into the depths and that it was big enough for me to crawl through. I didn’t have a light but I knew it was important to try the hole. Maybe there were no-people at the bottom. Mostly, though, I didn’t think—I expected: that every time I poked ahead with the rifle, I’d hit earth and the tunnel would be done.
That never happened. I descended for hours. The tunnel grew narrower and the slope sharpened. Fear tightened around my chest. I lost track of time. There wasn’t enough space to turn my body around and I’d been descending for so long it was foolish to backtrack. Surely, the tunnel led somewhere. It was not a natural tunnel, I told myself, it must lead somewhere. I should continue until I reached the end, turn around and return to the surface. The trick was to keep calm and keep moving forward.
And I was right. Several hours later the tunnel ended and I crawled out through a hollow in the wall of a huge grotto.
I stood, stretched my limbs and squinted through the dimness. I couldn’t see the other end of the grotto but the wall curved so I thought that maybe if I went along I might get to the other end. My plan of an immediate return to the surface was on hold. I had to see what lived here. Images of no-people raced through my head. I readied my rifle and proceeded, slowly at first. Where the tunnel had been packed dirt and clay, the walls and floor of the grotto were solid rock. There was moisture, too. It flowed down the walls and gathered in depressions on the floor.
Although at first the wall felt smooth, soon I began to feel a texture to it—like a washboard. The ceiling faded into view. The grotto was getting smaller. And the texture was becoming rougher, more violent. I was thinking about the texture and Mr Gregor’s burnt body when a sound sent me sprawling. My elbow banged against the rock and I nearly cried out. My heart was beating like it had beaten me into my chair in the classroom. The sound was real: faint but clear and echoing. It was the sound of continuous and rhythmic scratching.
I crawled forward, holding the rifle in front. The scratching grew louder. I thought about calling out, but suddenly felt foolish to believe in no-people or anything of that kind. It seemed more sensible to believe in large rodents or coyotes with sharp teeth. I could have turned back, but the only thing more frightening than a monster in front is a monster behind, so I pulled myself on.
In fact, I was crawling up a small hill and, when I had reached the top, I looked down and there it was:
His was a human body. Though hunched, he stood on human legs and scratched with human hands. His movements were also clearly a man’s movements. There was nothing feminine about them. His half-translucent skin was grey, almost white, and taut; and if he had any hair, I didn’t see it. His naked body was completely smooth. I looked at him for a long time with dread and disgust. His arms didn’t stop moving. Whatever they were scratching, they kept scratching. Even when he turned and his head looked at me, even as I—stunned—frozen in terror, recoiled against the wall, still his arms kept moving and his hands clawing.
For a few seconds, I thought he’d seen me, that I was done for.
I gripped the rifle tight.
But as I focused on his face, I realized he hadn’t seen me at all. He couldn’t see me. His face, so much like a colourless swollen skull, was punctuated by two black and empty eye sockets.
He turned back to face the wall he was scratching. I turned my face, too. The texture on the wall was his. The deeper the grooves, the newer the work. I put down the rifle and put my hand on the wall, letting my fingers trace the contours of the texture. It wasn’t simple lines. The scratching wasn’t meaningless. These were two words repeated over and over, sometimes on top of each other, sometimes backwards, sometimes small, sometimes each letter as big as a person, and they were all around this vast underground lair, everywhere you looked—
Two words: Don Whitman.
He’d made this grotto. I felt feverish. The sheer greatness, the determination needed to scratch out such a place with one’s bare hands. Or perhaps the insanity—the punishment. If I hadn’t been sitting, a wave of empathy would have knocked me to the wet, rocky floor. I picked up the rifle. I could put Don Whitman out of his misery. I lifted the rifle and pointed it at the distant figure writing his name pointlessly into the wall. With one pull of the trigger, I could show him infinite mercy. I steadied myself. I said a prayer.
Don Whitman stopped scratching and wailed.
I bit down on my teeth.
I hadn’t fired yet.
He grabbed his head and fell to his knees. The high-pitched sound coming from his throat was unbearable. I felt like my mind was being ripped apart. I dropped the rifle and covered my ears. Again, Don Whitman turned. This time with his entire body. He crawled a few steps toward me—still wailing—before stopping and falling silent. He raised his head. Where before had been just eye sockets now there were eyes. White, with irises. Somehow, they’d grown.
He got to his feet and I was sure that he could see me now. He was staring at me. I called his name:
“Don Whitman!”
He didn’t react. Thoughts raced through my mind: what should I do once he comes toward me? Should I defend myself or should I embrace him?
But he didn’t step forward.
He took one step back and lifted his long fingers to his face. His nails, I now saw, were thick and curved as a bird’s talons. He moved them softly from his forehead, down his cheeks and up to his eyes, into which, without warning, he pressed them so painfully that I felt my own eyes burn. When he brought his fingers back out, in each hand he held a mashed and bleeding eyeball. These he put almost greedily into his mouth, one after the other, then chewed, and swallowed.
Having nourished his body, he returned to the wall and began scratching again.
As I watched the movements of his arms, able to follow the pattern of the letters they were carving, I no longer felt like killing him. If he wanted to die, he could die: he could forego water, he could refuse to eat. He didn’t want to die. He wanted to keep scratching his name into the walls of this grotto: Don Whitman, Don Whitman, Don Whitman…
I watched him for a long time before I realized that I would have to get to the surface soon. People would begin to worry. They might start looking for me. And as much as I needed to know the logic behind Don Whitman’s grotto, I also needed food. I couldn’t live down here. I couldn’t eat my own eyes and expect them to grow back. Eventually, I would either have to return to the world above or die.
I put my hand on the grotto wall and began to mentally retrace my steps. A return would not be difficult. All I would need to do was follow—
That’s when I knew.
The geography of it hit me.
The hole I’d entered was on the outskirts of town. The tunnel sloped toward the town. That meant this grotto was below the town. The town hall, the bank, the police station, the school—all of it was lying unknowingly on top of a giant expanding cavity. One day, this cavity would be too large, the town would be too heavy, and everything would collapse into a deep and permanent handmade abyss. Don Whitman would bury the town just as the town had buried the no-people. Everything would be destroyed. Everyone would die. That was Don Whitman’s genius. That was his life’s work.
I picked up the rifle and faced Don Whitman for the final time.
He must have known that I was there. He’d heard me and had probably seen me before he pulled out his eyes, yet he just continued to scratch. Faced with death, he kept working.
As I stood there, I had no doubt that, left in peace, Don Whitman would finish his project. His will was too powerful. The result would be catastrophic. It was under these assumptions that I made the most moral and important decision of my life:
I walked away.
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2020.10.29 07:51 Madgenta Naked mothers photos

I took a drive with my dad to try and figure out where Amber Hagerman was abducted from since we used to live a few blocks away. To my surprise, there’s a beautiful mural in the previously abandoned parking lot. Does anyone have any photos that are pertinent to any unsolved mysteries?
Amber Rene Hagerman (November 25, 1986 – January 15, 1996) was a young girl abducted while riding her bike with her brother in Arlington, Texas.[16] A neighbor who witnessed the abduction called the police, and Amber's brother, Ace, went home to tell his mother and grandparents what happened. On hearing the news, Hagerman's father, Richard, called Marc Klaas, whose daughter, Polly, had been abducted and murdered in Petaluma, California, on October 1, 1993. Richard, and Amber's mother, Donna Whitson (now Donna Norris), called the news media and the FBI. They and their neighbors began searching for Amber.[17] Four days after her abduction, near midnight, Amber's body was discovered in a creek behind an apartment complex with severe laceration wounds to her neck and naked. The site of her discovery was less than five miles (8 km) from where she was abducted.
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2020.10.29 06:02 pandasparkle Naked mothers photos

Welcome! :D This is an updated list for those who purchased/swapped with me before

UPDATE: I added FWP items throughout the post, you can add as many as you want (no max) but shipping may cost extra if it becomes too heavy.
BN = Brand new, BNIB = Brand new in box, SU = Slightly used
Makeup Primers:
Becca Backlight Priming Filter Face Primer BNIB $16
Becca First Light Priming Filter Face Primer BNIB $16
Benefit The PoreFessional Pore Smoothing Face Primer Full Size 0.75 oz BNIB $14 each x3
Bobbi Brown Primer Plus Radiance SPF 35 80% left $5 PENDING
Cover FX Blurring Primer 1.0 oz 80% left $5
Elf Poreless Putty Primer BNIB $6 each x2
Smashbox Photo Finish Foundation Primer Color Correcting Adjust Travel Size 0.50 BN $9
Smashbox Photo Finish Foundation Primer Minimize Pores Primer Full Size 1 oz BNIB $19
Smashbox Photo Finish Foundation Primer Radiance 1 oz BNIB $15
Smashbox Photo Finish Foundation Primer Smooth and Blur 1 oz BNIB $19
Wet n Wild PhotoFocus Water Drop Primer 0.68 oz “Coconut”, “Cucumber”, “Rose (x2)” BN $4 each
Foundations, Concealers, Powders:
Anastasia Beverly Hills Luminous Foundation 1 oz BNIB $20
Clinique BIY Blend It Yourself Pigment Drops “130 MF-G” BNIB $12
Clinique Even Better All Over Concealer + Eraser “WN 04 Bone” BNIB $16
Clinique Even Better Makeup Broad Spectrum SPF 15 BNIB $16
Clinique Superbalanced Makeup “27 Alasbaster N” Used $5
Erborian Korean Skin Therapy CC Cream Radiance Color Corrector Broad Spectrum SPF25 “Golden” 1.5 oz PENDING x1 $20 0.5 oz x2 $10
It Cosmetics Bye Bye Under Eye Full Coverage Anti Aging Waterproof Concealer “Medium” BNIB $18
Nyx Born To Glow Naturally Radiant Foundation 1.01 oz SU $5
Smashbox Studio Skin Hydrating Foundation 1 oz BNIB $20
Tarte Creaseless Concealer “Light Medium Neutral” BNIB $13
Tarte Rainforest of Sea Wipeout Color-Correcting Palette SU (W/ Box) $16
Tarte Shape Tape Concealer “Light Neutral” BNIB $14
Too Faced Born This Way Ethereal Setting Powder “Translucent” BNIB $17 each x2 1 PENDING
Too Faced Super Coverage Multi Use Sculpting Concealer “Warm Beige” BNIB $16
Ulta Beauty Youthful Glow Foundation 1.1 oz BNIB $6
Urban Decay Naked Skin Weightless Complete Coverage Concealer 0.16 oz “Light Warm” BNIB $12
Urban Decay Naked Skin Weightless Complete Coverage Concealer 0.16 oz “Light Warm” SU $6 or FWP PENDING
Urban Decay Naked Skin Color Correcting Fluid 0.21 oz “Orange” SU $6 or FWP PENDING
Urban Decay Naked Skin Color Correcting Fluid 0.21 oz “Green” SU $6 or FWP PENDING
Setting Sprays:
Colourpop Crystal Setting Spray “Aquamarine”, “Aventurine” BNIB $10 each
Flower Beauty Seal the Deal Hydrating Setting Spray Dewy Finish 3.04 oz BN $7
Flower Beauty Seal the Deal Long Lasting Setting Spray Matte Finish 3.04 oz BN $7
Jane Iredale Pommisst Hydration Spray 3.04 oz BN $15 each x2
J.Cat Beauty Spray Set Go Makeup Setting Spray Aloe Vera Infused BN $2 Or FWP
Mac Prep + Prime Fix+ Spray Full Size 3.4 oz BNIB $16 each x2
Milani Make It Last Setting Spray Full Size 2.03 oz BN $5 each x7
PUR Haze Mist Setting Spray CBD Replenishing Facial Setting Spray BNIB $10
Revlon Photoready Prep, Set, Refresh Mist Sprayed a few times $3 or FWP
Urban Decay All Nighter Setting Spray 4.0 oz BNIB $19
Wet n Wild PhotoFocus 3-in-1 Primer Water 1.52 oz “Coconut”, “Cucumber”, “Rose (x2)” BN $4 each
Eyebrows:
Anastasia Beverly Hills Brow Wiz Skinny Brow Pencil Full Size: Shades Chocolate (x14), Dark Brown (x3), Ebony (x6), Medium Brown (x13), Soft Brown (x12) BNIB $12 each
Anastasia Beverly Hills Brow Definer Triangular Brow Pencil Full Size: Shades Chocolate (x2), Medium Brown (x3), Soft Brown (x2) BNIB $13 each
Benefit Goof Proof Brow Pencil Easy Shape & Fill Full Size: Shades 3 (x2), 3.5 (x3), 4.5 (x3), 5 (x1) Full Size BNIB $14 each
Benefit KaBrow Cream Gel Eyebrow Color Full Size: Shade “3” BN no box $10
Benefit Soft & Natural Brows Kit Shade 6 Includes Full Size Goof Proof Brow Pencil, High Brow Pencil, mini 24hr Brow Setter, and Shaping Stencils BNIB $20
Elf Clear Brow & Lash Mascara “Clear” BN $1 or FWP
NYX Control Freak Eyebrow Gel BN $3 each x3 or FWP
Eyes:
Ardell Baby Demi x3 & Baby Wispies x4 BN $2 each
Ardell Demi Wispies 4 pack BN $6 each x5
Benefit They’re Real Mascara Full Size BNIB $14 PENDING
Burt’s Bees Nourishing Eyeliner “Soft Black” $1 or FWP
Covergirl Clean Fresh Mascara “Extreme Black” BN $2 or FWP
It Cosmetics Superhero Elastic Stretch Volumizing Mascara Full Size BN $12
Kiss Lash Couture “Gala” BN $3 each x3
Lancome Monsieur Big Mascara Full Size BN $15
Laura Geller Glamlash Dramatic Volumizing Mascara “Black” BN $10
Loreal Lash Paradise Mascara “Blackest Black” BN $5
Milani Stay Put Eyeliner “03 Duchess” BN $4
NYX Glitter “Blue (Sealed)”, “Bronze (BN)”, “Crystal (BN)”, “Gold (BN)”, “Red (BN)”, “Style Star (BN)”, “Teal(SU) ” $2 each or $9 for all
NYX Jumbo Eye Pencil “Milk” BN $3 each x2
Tarte Tarteteist Metallic Shadow “Shake Down” BNIB $5 each x2
TheBalm Overshadow The Sexpots Loose Eyeshadow “No Money, No Honey” BN $5
Ulta Beauty Glitter Eye Top Coat “Born To Shine” BN $2 or FWP
Ulta Beauty Perfect Pair Eyeshadow Duo Includes “Petite” and “Beauty Junkie” BNIB $6
Ulta Beauty Eyeliner Pencil “Blackout” BN $1 or FWP
Ulta Beauty Gel Eyeliner Pencil “Blackout” BN $2 x2 or FWP
Ulta Beauty Matte Eye Primer “Nude” BN $5
Ulta Beauty Plush Drama Volumizing Mascara BN $4
Ulta Beauty Bold Ambition Volumizing & Conditioning Mascara BN $4
Ulta Beauty Limitless Lashes Lengthening & Volumizing Mascara BN $4 x2
Urban Decay 24/7 Glide On Waterproof Eye Pencil Full Size “Perversion” BNIB $15 each x3
Cheeks (Highlighters, Blushes, Bronzers):
Becca Shimmering Skin Perfector Pressed “Rose Gold” Mini size 0.085 oz BNIB $9
Benefit Hoola Bronzer Full Size BN $15
Cover fx Custom Enhancer Drops “Moonlight” BNIB $27
Covergirl Clean Fresh Cooling Glow Stick “400 So Gilty” BN $4
Essence Pure Nude Highlighter “Be My Highlight” SU $3 or FWP
Kora Organics Rose Quartz Luminizer Swatched $5 or FWP PENDING
Makeup Revolution Ultra Strobe Stick “Peach Lightening” BN $2 each x2 or FWP
Makeup Revolution The One Sculpt Contour Stick “Contour” x2 BNIB $2 each or FWP
Makeup Revolution Highlighting Palette “Fierce Mind” BN $8
Models Own Sculpt & Glow Highlighter Stick “Incandescent 03” BNIB $3 or FWP
NYX Whipped Wonderland Liquid Highlighter Limited Edition “LH001 Flight of the Fairy” BNIB $7
NYX Away We Glow Illuminating Powder “Brick Road” BN $5
Ofra Eyeshadow/Highlighter Single “Bliss” BN $9 each x2 x1
Physicians Formula Bronze Booster Glow Boosting Pressed Bronzer “Medium to Dark” Swatched $4 or FWP
Physicians Formula Murumuru Butter Blush “Natural Glow” BN $5
Physicians Formula Murumuru Butter Blush “Plum Rose” SU $3
Physicians Formula Murumuru Butter Highlighter “Pearl” BN $5
Tarte Park Ave Princess Amazonian Clay Bronzer Full size BNIB $15
Wet n Wild Color Icon Bronzer “Palm Beach Ready” BN $2
Wet n Wild Color Icon Bronzer “Ticket to Brazil” BN $2
Wet n Wild Color Icon Bronzer “Reserve Your Cabana” SU $2 or FWP
Wet n Wild Megaglo Illuminating Palette “320 Catwalk Pink” SU $2 or FWP
Wet n Wild Megoglo Hello Halo Liquid Highlighter “Halo, Goodbye” BN $3 or FWP
Wet n Wild Megaglo Highlighting Bar Limited edition “Earth” BN $10
Wet n Wild Megaglo Highlighting Gold Bar “Holly Gold Head” BN $4
Wet n Wild Megaglo Loose Highlighting Powder Limited edition “Moon Tears”, “Written in the Stars” BN $10 each
Ulta Beauty Duo Chrome Illuminator “Prismatic Mermaid” BN $4 x2
Palettes:
Colourpop Blue Moon Eyeshadow Palette SU $7
Colourpop iluvsarahii Chic-y Palette Not used but one shade is broken & mirror is not glued to palette $7
Dose of Colors Hidden Treasures Palette BNIB $25
Dose of Colors Marvelous Mauves Eyeshadow Palette BNIB $17
KVD Shade & Light Eyeshadow Palette Slightly Swatched $28
Laura Geller Montauk Escape Eye and Face Palette SU $15
Makeup Revolution Reload Eyeshadow Palette “Vitality”, “Newtrals 3” BN $5 each
Makeup Revolution Love Conquers All Eyeshadow Palette BN $5
Makeup Revolution #Selfie Eyeshadow Palette BNIB $5
Milani Everyday Eyes Eyeshadow Palette “05 Earthy Elements” SU $3
Lorac Unzipped Desert Sunset Eyeshadow Palette (No mini eyeshadow primer) SU $17
Smashbox Cover Shot Golden Hour Eye Palette BNIB $12
Too Faced Sweet Peach Eyeshadow Palette BNIB $30
Vera Mona Lotus Eyeshadow Palette Swatched $10
Wet n Wild ColorIcon Eyeshadow Quad Limited Edition “Secret Garden Rendezvous” BN $3
Magnetic Palettes: Ofra (includes blush) BN $10 each x2 , Colourpop $10 each x2
Lips (Highend)
Anastasia Beverly Hills Lip Gloss “Luna” BNIB $10
BareMinerals Gen Nude Buttercream Lipgloss “Tantalize” BNIB $8
BareMinerals BarePro Longwear Lipstick “Petal” BNIB $9
Becca Liquid Crystal Lip Topper Glow Gloss “Champagne Dream x Bellini” BNIB $9
Bite Beauty Amuse Bouche Liquified Lip “Chai”, “Yucca” SU $5 each
Buxom Full On Lip Polish Full Size BNIB “Debbie” (x3, one w/ no box), “Hailey”, “Maddy” (no box), “Sarah”, “Trixie”, “White Russian” (no box) $9 each
Dose of Colors Liquid Matte Lipstick “Cork”, “Mood” SU $5 each
Juice Beauty Phyto Pigments Liquid Lip “18 Gwyneth” BNIB $10
Lime Crime Diamond Crusher “Lit”, “Trip”, “Unicorn” BNIB $10 each
Lime Crime Lip Glaze (Butter + Glaze) “Rosemary” BNIB $10
Lime Crime Velvetine Liquid Matte Liquid “Bleached” BNIB $12 each x2
Lipstick Queen “Morning Sunshine” Lipstick BNIB $19 each x2
Lipstick Queen Invisible Lip Liner BNIB $9 each x2
MAC Patrick Starrr Retro Matte Lipstick “Hey Boy, Hey” BN $19
MAC Patrick Starrr Retro Matte Lipstick “Mamastarrr” BNIB $15
MAC Patrick Starrr Lipglass “Mamastarrr” BNIB $20
MAC Patrick Starrr Lipglass “Queen P” BN $10
MAC Matte Lipstick “Marrakesh” x2 BNIB $10 each
MAC Very Valuable Lipglass Mini Kit 1 BNIB $6
Ofra Long Lasting Liquid Lipstick “Bel Air BN”, “Laguna Beach (x2)” BNIB $12, “Las Olas (SU)” $9, “Mina (x2 one w/out box) $12, “Monaco (x3 one w/out box) BNIB $12
Smashbox Always On Cream to Matte Lipstick "Stepping Out" BNIB $9
Smashbox Always On Liquid Lipstick “Spoiler Alert” BNIB $9
Stila Lip Glaze “Ruby Grapefruit DW” BN $5
Stila Shine Fever Lip Vinyl “Speedway” BNIB $9
Stila Stay All Day Liquid Lipstick “Dolce”, “Firenze”, “Forzo”, “Siena” SU $4 each
Tarte Lip Paint “Bling” (SU) $4, “Bounce” (New) $7, “Get It” (SU) $4, “TBT” (New) $7
Tarte Tarteist Lip Crayon “Blackout” BNIB $3
TheBalm Plump Your Pucker Lip Gloss “Exaggerate” BNIB $9
Too Faced Melted Latex Liquified High Shine Lipstick “Hopeless Romantic” “Safe Word” BN $7 each
Too Faced Melted Liquified Long Wear Lipstick “Sugar” SU $6
Too Faced Tutti Frutti Juicy Fruits Comfort Lip Glaze “Who Gives A Fig?” BNIB $6
Urban Decay Kristen Leanne Liquid Lipstick “Forgive”& “Forget” BNIB $18
Urban Decay Ultra Cushion Lip Gloss “Shadowheart” BNIB $8
Urban Decay Vice Special Effects Lip Topcoat “Copycat” BNIB $5
Woosh Beauty Spin-On Lip Gloss “Glam Peach” BNIB $9
Lips (Drugstore): BUY INDIVIDUALLY OR FWP (Take as much as you want)
Colourpop Disney Villains Ultra Glossy Lip “Puppies!!! (Prismatic)” BNIB $10
Colourpop Lippie Stix “Only You (Creme)” BNIB $6
Colourpop Lippie Stix “Kapish (Matte X)”, “Topanga (Satin)” SU $2 each or FWP
Elf Beautifully Bare Satin Lipstick “Touch of Berry” BNIB $3 each x3 or FWP
Elf Gotta Glow Lip Tint “Perfect Berry” BNIB $2 or FWP
Essence Shine Shine Shine Lipgloss “Behind the Scenes (Clear)” $2 each x2
Fizz & Bubble Lip Scrub “Cherry Slush x2”, “Sugar Tart” BN $5 each “Watermelon (not sealed but not used)” $2 or FWP
Jeffree Star Velour Lip Scrub “Rootbeer” SU exp: 1/19 $2 or Fwp
LA Girl Glitter Magic Shimmer Shifting Lip Color “Champagne Fizz” BN $2 each x2 or FWP
Loreal Limited Edition Balmain Lipstick “Fever” BN $8
Makeup Revolution Lipstick “Chauffuer” BN $2 or FWP
Maybelline Baby Lips Lip Balm “Beam of Blush (Crystal)“ BN $1 or FWP
Maybelline Colorsensational Lipstick “379 Fuchsia For Me x3”, “565 Almond Rose” BN $3 each or FWP
Noyah Organic Lip Balm "Spearmint", "Vanilla" BN $2 each or FWP
NYX Lip Lingerie Gloss “Euro Trash” & NYX Lip Lingerie Matte Liquid Lipstick “Exotic” BN $4 each
NYX Simply Nude Lip Cream “Sable” Used $1 or FWP
NYX Soft Matte Lip Cream “Copenhagen”, “Paris” PENDING, “Prague” PENDING BN $3 each or FWP
NYX Suede Matte Lip Liner “Subversive Socialite” BN $3 each x2 or FWP
Palladio Matte Liquid Lip Color Casey Holmes Collab “Rescue” SU $4 or FWP
Physician’s Formula Argan Wear Ultra Nourishing Argan Lip Oil BN $2 or FWP
Rimmel London Exaggerate Full Colour Lip Liner “063 Eastend Snob” BN $3 or FWP
Skinfix Lip Coconut Mint “Natural Watermelon Mint x2” BN $2 each or FWP
Sleek Major Matte Lip Cream “Rioja Red” BN $1 or FWP
Sleek Shattered Glass Lip Topper “Bad Moon”, “Hoax” BN $2 each or FWP
Soap & Glory Poutstanding Lip Contouring Crayon “No Candy Do” BNIB $5 x2 each or FWP
Ulta Beauty Jelly Gloss Lip Gel $1 or FWP
Ulta Beauty Lip Plumping Transforming Top Coat “Ethereal” BN $2 or FWP
Ulta Beauty Luxe Lipstick “Mischievous”, “Social Status (x3)” BN $2 each or FWP
Ulta Beauty Peach Lip Balm BN $2 or FWP
Ulta Beauty Shiny Sheer Lip Gloss “Pink” BN $2 or FWP
Ulta Beauty Tinted Juice Infused Lip Oil “Passionate Peach” BN $5 each x2
Victoria’s Secret Lip Silk Sheer Gloss “Fearless” $2 or FWP
Victoria’s Secret Velvet Matte Cream Lip Stain “Perfection” BN $4
Wet N Wild Megalast Liquid Catsuit “Darkness Falls”,” Goth Topic”, SU $1 each or FWP
Wet N Wild Megalast Liquid Catsuit “Shady Witch”, “Nudist Peach” “Ride on My Copper x3 (Metallic)” BN $2 each or FWP
Wet N Wild PerfectPout Lip Scrub Limited Edition “Citrus Elixir” Not sealed but not used $2 or FWP
Skincare: BareMineral Complexion Rescue Defense Radiant Protective Veil SPF 30 1.7 oz BNIB $29
Becca Skin Love Glow Elixir 0.98 oz BNIB $16
CellTrion Skincure Real Complexion Cream Ex BNIB $10
Clinique ID Cartridge for Pores & Uneven Texture 0.34 oz BNIB $10
Clinique ID Dramatically different hydrating jelly 3.9 oz BNIB $19
Clinique 3 Step Skincare System Dry Combination Skin Type 2 includes Dramatically different moisturizing lotion (0.5 oz), Liquid Facial Soap Mild (1 oz), Clarifying Lotion 2 (1 oz) $8
Clinique Dewy Delights Set: Includes Moisture Surge 72 Hr Auto Replenishing Hydrator 0.5 oz, Moisture Surge Overnight Mask 1 oz, Moisture Surge Face Spray Thirsty Skin Relief 1 oz, Chubby Stick Moisturizing Lip Colour Balm “Woppin’ Watermelon” BNIB $19
Colourpop Fourth Ray Feelin’ Plumpy Face Milk Kit 3 x 0.47 oz BNIB $18
Crepe Erase Flaw-Fix Eye Cream 0.5 oz BNIB $35
DermaDoctor Wrinkle Revenge Rescue & Protect Eye Balm 0.5 oz BNIB $35
Dermalogica Daily Microfoliant SU $30
Dermalogica Intensive Moisture Balance 1.7 oz BNIB $29 each
Dermalogica Phyto-Nature Firming Serum BNIB (Retail Price $145) $95
Elizabeth Arden Ceramide Lift and Firm Eye Cream Sunscreen SPF 15 BNIB $20 Elizabeth Arden Visible Difference Skin Balancing Exfoliating Cleanser (Combination) 4.2 oz BN $10
Foreo Day Cleanser Awakening Radiance Yogurt 2 oz BNIB $10
Foreo Night Cleanser Celestial Melting Gel 2 oz BNIB $10
First Aid Beauty Pure Skin Face Cleanser 5.0 oz $12 each x3
First Aid Beauty Ultra Repair Cream 2 oz SU $6 PENDING
First Aid Beauty Ultra Repair Cream 6 oz: “Honeysuckle” BN $25
Formula 10.0.6 Masks: Be Berry Awake Energizing Peel Mask, Be Berry Bright Exfoliating Mud Mask, Be Berry Clear Illuminating Peel Mask, Be Berry Fresh Balancing Mud Mask, Be Berry Smooth Moisturizing Peel Mask, Pores Be Pure Skin-Clarifying Mud Mask $5 each or $20 for all
Glow Recipe Avocado Sleep Set Includes Avocado Melt Sleeping Mask 2.7 oz & Sleeping Mask BNIB $30
Glow Recipe Watermelon Glow Sleeping Mask 1 oz BN $10 x2
H20 + Rapids Probiotic Sorbet Moisturizer 1.7 oz BNIB $15
IT Cosmetic Confidence In An Eye Cream 0.5 oz BNIB $20
Kate Somerville EradiKate Acne Treatment 1 oz BNIB $18
Kate Somerville ExfoliKate Intensive Exfoliating Treatment 2 oz BN $60
Kiwi Botanicals Purifying Honey Melt Facial Cleanser 3.1 oz BN $6
Kopari Coconut Face Cream 2.5 oz BNIB $25
Kopari Coconut Melt 5.1 oz BN $15 each
Kopari Coconut Rose Toner 5.1 oz BNIB $19
Kopari Coconut TLC Kit: Includes Coconut melt (2.5 oz), and Lip glossy (0.35 oz) BNIB $19
Mario Badescu Vitamin C Serum 1 oz BN $30
Murad Age Reform Hydo-Dynamic Ultimate Moisture 1.7 oz BNIB $39
Murad Hydrating Toner 6 oz BN $15
Murad Resurgence Retinol Youth Renewal Serum 1.0 oz BNIB (Retail Price $89) $65
No 7 Early Defense Glow Activating Serum 1 oz BN $18
Oars + Alps Wake Up Eye Stick 0.5 oz BNIB $10
OLAY Complete Daily Moisturizer SPF 15 Combination/Oily 6 oz BNIB $6
Peter Thomas Roth Hungarian Thermal Water Moisturizer 0.64 oz $15
Peter Thomas Roth Max Complexion Correction Pads Super Size 90 Pads BNIB $46
Philosophy Clear Days Ahead Oil Free Salicylic Acid Acne Treatment Cleanser 3 oz $6
ProactivMD Blackhead Dissolving Gel 1 oz BNIB $10
Shea Moisture African Black Soap Bamboo Charcoal Detoxifying Drying Lotion BN $7
SkinFood Strawberry Black Sugar Mask Wash Off exp. 7/2020 BN $6
Soap & Glory Scrub Atomic Daily Face Polish 3.3 oz BNIB $6
Soap & Glory Scrub Your Nose In It Two Minute T-Zone Detox Scrub 5 oz BN $5 PENDING
Tony Moly Peach Punch Sherbet Cleansing Balm 2.82 oz $10
Too Cool For School Pumpkin Sleeping Pack 100 ml (3.38 oz) BNIB $10
Ulta Beauty 24k Magic Metallic Peel Off Mask Rose Gold 3.4 oz BN $9
Ulta Beauty Hydraburst Leave On Mask 1.7 oz BN $9
UpCircle Face Scrub Floral Blend $4
Body Care: Ahava Deadsea Water Mineral Hand Cream 1.3 oz BN $4 each x3 or FWP
Ahava Smoothing Body Lotion Superfood Kale & Turmeric 1.3 oz $3 x2 or FWP
Bath & Body Works Fragrance Mist “Carried Away” (Sprayed a few times), “Charmed Life” (Usage Shown), “Frosted Snowberry” (Usage Shown), “Into The Night” (BN) 8 oz $6 each
Bath & Body Works Body Lotion “Sweet Pea” 8 oz $5
Bath & Body Works Aromatherapy Stress Relief Body Cream 8 oz $10
H20+ Beauty Oasis Body Gel Moisturizer (2 oz) & Sea Green Body Butter (1 oz) BN $2 each or FWP
Hempz Herbal Body Moisturizer 2.25 oz “Star Jasmine & Vanilla” (Limited Edition) BN $8
Hempz Herbal Body Moisturizer 17 oz: “Cinnamon Sugar & Vanilla Butter Creme (Limited Edition)” BN $20
Hempz Herbal Body Moisturizer 17 oz: “Mandarin Orange & Key Lime (Limited Edition)” BN $20
Hempz Herbal Body Moisturizer 17 oz: “Original" Summer Edition Packaging BN $15
Hempz Herbal Body Moisturizer 21 oz: “Original” BN $30
Neutrogena Ultra Sheer Dry Touch Sunscreen SPF 45 BN 2 pack $10
Pacifica After Sun Body Spray 6 oz” “Blood Orange” Sprayed 1x $5
Pacifica After Sun Body Spray 6 oz: “Pineapple Flower” Sprayed 1x $5
Pacifica Mineral SPF 50 Body Butter 5 oz: “Blood Orange” SU $5
Physicians Formula Body Butter 0.5 oz BN $8
Rituals The Ritual of Sakura Magic Touch Body Cream 2.3 oz “Organic Rice Milk & Cherry Blossom” x4 BN $5 each or FWP
Ulta Beauty Body Lotion “Sweet Grapefruit” BN $5
Victoria’s Secret Fragrance Mist “Ravishing Love” Usage shown $5
Victoria’s Secret Body Lotion “Exotic Bloom” 8 oz BN $8
Victoria’s Secret Pink Body Mist and Body Lotion Mini “Warm & Cozy” 2.5 oz BN $3 each
(Free Rituals The Ritual of Ayurveda Hand Balm 0.33 oz “Indian Rose & Sweet Almond Oil” BN x2 w/ $10 body care purchase, while supplies last)
Haircare: American Crew Fiber Cream 3.3 oz $5
Bed Head Superstar Queen For a Day Thickening Spray 10.2 oz BN $8
Matrix Biolage Thermal Active Repair Gloss Lightweight Serum 3.0 oz SU $2 PENDING
Honest Beauty Truly Restored Leave In Conditioner 4.2 oz BN $8 each
Matrix Total Results 20 Miracle Creator 6.8 oz BN $8
Pravana The Perfect Blonde Seal & Protect Leave In 10.1 oz BN $12
Redken Pillow Proof Blow Dry Express Primer 5.7 oz $10 each x2 or $16 for both (defective bottle will come free w/ purchase of one or both x1)
Redken One United All in One Multi Benefit Treatment 13.5 oz $15
Redken Set Includes deluxe size: All Soft shampoo and conditioner, One United, Triple Take 32 hairspray BNIB $8 each x5
Applicators & Tools: It Brushes for Ulta Velvet Luxe Buffing Foundation No 301 BNIB $30
Lime Crime Hot Stuff Brush Set BNIB $15 X5
MAC 164 Brush BN $18
MAC 141 S Brush BN $18
Morphe M321, M330, M506, M505, M514 eye brushes BN $3 each
Real Techniques Brush Crush Cosmic Sponge Duo BNIB $5
Tangle Teezer On the Go Detangling Hairbrush Hello Kitty BNIB $13
Tarte Mermaid Eyelash Curler BN $5
Wet N Wild Smokey Liner Brush, Small Eyeshadow, Large Eyeshadow brushes $1 each
Nail Polish: OPI Nail Lacquer “Have A Grape Summer”, “N-Iceland” BN $5 each
Sally Hansen Miracle Gel Set “131 Coral Carnival” BNIB $10
Free: Sally Hansen Complete Salon Manicure Mini Nail Polish “231 Red My Lips” w/ $10 nail purchase
Fragrances: Clean Rain & Pear Rollerball 0.17 oz BN $9 each x2
Clinique Happy 0.14 oz BNIB $8
Define Me Hair Fragrance Mist Delphine 0.1 oz BN (Came half filled) $3 each
DKNY Nectar Love Rollerball EDP 0.1 oz $9 each
Giorgio Armani Si Pasione EDP 0.25 oz BNIB $12 each x2
Jimmy Choo Fever 0.15 oz $9 BNIB each x2
Kate Spade Walk On Air BN $10
Kate Spade Walk On Air Sunshine Rollerball .34 oz BNIB $15
Philosophy Amazing Grace 0.35 oz BN $10
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Deluxe sizes
Eyes:
Eyebrow:
Eyeliner:
Mascara:
Face:
Blush:
Bronzer:
Highlighter:
Primer:
Sunscreen: * Cotz Face Natural Tinted SPF 40 Sunscreen exp 11/20 0.18 oz x3
Setting Spray:
Foundation & Concealer:
Powder:
Lips:
Lip gloss:
Lipstick:
Skincare:
Algenist:
Cerave Moisturizing Lotion 1 oz
Clarins:
Clinique:
Curel Set: Moisture Facial Lotion Enrich & Intensive Moisture Facial Cream
Dr. Brandt Needles No More 3-D Filler Mask .35 oz PENDING
Dermadoctor Lucky Bamboo Fermented Wasabi Pressed Serum 0.34 oz x3 1 PENDING
Dermalogica:
Earthly Body Miracle Oil 0.34 oz x2
Elemis Pro Collagen Marine Cream Anti Aging 0.5 oz PENDING
Elizabeth Arden * Eight Hour Cream Skin Protectant 0.5 oz * Prevage Day Anti Aging Moisture Cream SPF 30 PENDING
Estee Lauder Revitalizing Supreme + PENDING
Exuviance:
First Aid Beauty Ultra Repair Hydrating Serum 0.25 oz
Glamglow Glowstarter Mega Illuminating Moisturizer “Nude Glow” 0.24 oz & 0.5 oz
Hey Honey Good Morning Honey Silk Facial Serum 0.34 oz x3
It Cosmetics Confidence in A Gel Lotion 0.17 oz x2
Juice Beauty Stem Cellular Anti Wrinkle Booster Serum 0.26 oz x4
La Roche-Posay: * Effaclar Mat Moisturizer 3ml * Lipikar Balm Intense Repair Moisturizing Cream 0.5 oz * Lipikar Lotion Daily Repair Moisturizer Lotion 0.5 oz
Mario Badescu: * Aloe Vera Toner 1 oz x3 * Cucumber Cleansing Lotion 1 oz x2 * Glycolic Acid Toner 1 oz * Facial Spray w Aloe, Cucumber, & Green Tea 1 oz * Rose Hips Mask 0.5 oz x3 * Witch Hazel & Lavender Toner 1 oz x2
Murad: * Hydration: Night Fix Enzyme Treatment 0.17 oz * Hydro-Dynamic Ultimate Moisture 0.25 oz PENDING * Intensive-C Radiance Peel Environmental Shield 0.33 oz * Resurgence Replenishing Multi-Acid Peel 0.33 oz * Revitalizer Recovery Serum 0.17 oz x2
No 7: * Early Defense Glow Activator Serum 0.16 oz x2 * Restore & Renew Face & Neck Serum 0.16 oz x2
Origins: * Drink Up Intensive Overnight Mask 1 oz PENDING * High Potency Night-A-Mins Renewal Cream 0.5 oz x2 * Plantscription Anti Aging power serum x2
Perricone: * Cold Plasma Plus + Sub-D/Neck 0.25 oz x3 PENDING * High Potent Face Firm Activator 0.25 oz
Peter Thomas Roth Cucumber Gel Mask 0.47 oz x4
Philosophy: * Purity 3-in-1 Cleanser 1 oz x12 * Purity Moisturizer x2 * Time in a bottle resist and renew repair serum 0.1 oz x2 * Ultimate miracle work fix eye power treatment fill and firm 0.1 oz x2
Proactiv Green Tea Moisturizer .33 oz x2
Skin & Co Truffle Therapy: * Polishing Micro Exfoliating Truffle Face Gommage 1 oz x2 * Essential Face Toner 1 oz
Skyn Iceland Icelandic Youth Serum
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Tula Breakout Star Oil Free Acne Moisturizer 0.5 oz x3 PENDING
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2020.10.28 11:44 readingrachelx Naked mothers photos

NEW YORK

"Eboni K. Williams may be new to the “Real Housewives of New York,” but that’s not going to stop her from being herself.
The “Holding Court with Eboni K. Williams” podcast host, 37, announced earlier this month that she was joining “RHONY” as its first black cast member — and told Page Six in an exclusive interview that she’s excited to bring a new perspective to the show when Season 13 premieres in 2021.
“I’m a huge fan of the entire ‘Housewives’ franchise,” Williams said. “But it was so glaringly obvious to me and I think the rest of the country that you can’t have a show about New York and not have a black woman’s lens represented … So for 12 years, that had been the case. I do think people were making efforts around it. I’m not sure as to why it never happened until now.”
The attorney said “it’s been an adjustment” for her to share her personal life on camera, but Season 13 “is gonna be unlike anything ‘RHONY’ fans have ever seen.”
“You know, of course, the obvious thing is I’m black. Eboni K. Williams, nice to meet you. Right? And we will have those conversations because they’re authentic. Because they’re relevant. Because we can’t not have them, especially in this moment where our country is going through a racial revolution. And I think it’s overdue,” she said.
While Garcelle Beauvais said she felt “pressure” when she joined “The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills” as its first black cast member, Williams said she looks at her experience differently.
“I call it a gracious responsibility because I am new to ‘Housewives.’ I am new to Bravo. But I’m actually not new to being the first black woman in a space,” she said. “I’m not very rainbows and sunshine and kumbaya. That’s just not my style.”
She also said that adding more diversity to the show is better for everyone’s “bottom line.”
“So when we talk — I talk about diversity and increasing opportunities for black people in this country specifically, it’s really not about like, ‘Oh, it’s the right thing to do…’ I don’t really think that argument works because if that were the case, if people were gonna do what was the right thing to do, it would’ve been done a long time ago. So the argument that I really stick to is it’s good for business. It is good for business to make the pie bigger. It is good for everybody’s bottom line to have an offering of content,” she said.
“An offering of whatever it is, if it’s law, if it’s academia, if it’s finance and real estate, in this case, television, where more people get to see themselves and their experience is represented in a fuller way because it’s not displacing white people. It’s not like they kicked off all the white ‘Housewives’ to bring me on.”
The television host is currently recuperating from a cast trip to the Hamptons, which she said was like “last year’s Hamptons trip times, at least one hundred.”
During last year’s trip to Ramona Singer’s home, Leah McSweeney ended up throwing tiki torches around the backyard after the women got drunk and she ended up naked in the pool with Sonja Morgan and Tinsley Mortimer.
“I feel like I know everybody a lot better,” she added. “And I think they know me a lot better. So here we go!”
She noted that social distancing measures and precautions were taken for the trip and whenever the women are filming, especially since a crew member tested positive for COVID-19 earlier in production.
Williams teased that fans can get to know her ahead of Season 13 by reading her book, “Pretty Powerful: Appearance, Substance, and Success,” but that they can look forward to seeing “a fuller woman that is looking to define family for herself. That loves love and is not going to give up on love. That is, I have a very strong sense of humor that some people get some people don’t. We’ll see. And I just have a big heart.”
"Bethenny Frankel interviewed Hillary Clinton for her new podcast, “Just B With Bethenny.”
In September, Clinton, 73, tweeted, “Couldn’t ask for better company,” when her own podcast, “You and Me Both With Hillary Clinton,” was featured alongside Frankel’s as a top-ranking podcast. Frankel, 49, reposted the tweet on her Instagram.
“I was humbled and flabbergasted when she agreed to be a guest,” the former “Real Housewives of New York” star wrote on Instagram on Tuesday. “This is a conversation with no agenda. She didn’t ask for questions ahead of time, nothing was off limits, and she agreed to talk for 45 minutes—a lot of time for a busy woman.”
Frankel reiterated that their discussion was not political, but rather a conversation “between two opinionated, intelligent, and often polarizing women.”
On the new episode, Frankel asked Clinton for her mantra, stating that her own was either “Come from a place of yes,” “Pros play hurt”‘ or, “If you can’t run with the big dogs, stay chained to the porch.”
“Mine is, ‘Keep going and be grateful,'” Clinton responded (via People). “When you’re knocked down, which everybody is, you’ve got to find a way to get back up. Maybe you get to your knees first and then you grab on something, you pull yourself up. Keep going and be grateful. Everyday.”
Frankel, who quit “RHONY” in August 2019, added that she has “never loved any job that I have had more.”
“I have already learned so much about myself, life, success, relationships, and how infinitely similar and different we are at the same time,” the former reality star said. “If we only listen to people with our own point of view, we will be stuck inside our own heads talking to different versions of ourselves.”
Frankel concluded by saying she is “proud” of her interviews and “grateful for the time that I am given to explore the many nontraditional routes to success.”
Her former “RHONY” co-star Dorinda Medley commented, “Impressive."
BRAVO
“Watch What Happens Live With Andy Cohen” is a rollicking talk show on Bravo. Its host, Mr. Cohen, is the network’s in-house yenta and debate moderator among its many warring reality TV personalities.
Typical topics of conversation in his delightful, boozy clubhouse used to include whether the guests have had plastic surgery and whether they would burn outfits they wore in the 1990s. But since it’s 2020, Mr. Cohen grills his guests on whether their castmates are practicing safe coronavirus hygiene.
“Which housewife was most guilty of not following proper social distancing guidelines?” Mr. Cohen recently asked Shannon Storms Beador, of “The Real Housewives of Orange County,” a show in its 15th season that follows the travails of six mostly blonde women as they live, laugh, love and throw wine at each other in Southern California.
Ms. Beador replied, “Kelly Dodd,” and Mr. Cohen said, “I’m stunned!” his voice dripping with faux shock.
Ms. Dodd — who now goes by her married name, Leventhal, on social media — has been skeptical about mask wearing on Instagram, and when several of her more than 900,000 followers challenged her, she snapped back: “it’s not a pandemic anymore!! Did you read the CDC numbers!! My platform isn’t to be a sheep [sheep emoji] my platform is to be an independent thinker!”
Ms. Leventhal is not the only reality star to be criticized for her coronavirus hygiene, or lack thereof. Big Ed of “90 Day Fiancé” on TLC was taken to task on social media for cozying up to fans without a mask. Kristin Cavallari, the star of “Very Cavallari,” which recently finished its final season on the E! Network, was slammed for taking a luxury trip to the Bahamas in mid-March, after parts of the United States were put on lockdown.
But Ms. Leventhal does stand out for her very vocal skepticism of masks, and longtime viewers have noticed, with some podcasters and fan pages boycotting the new season of her show in part because of her spread of coronavirus misinformation. (The Times tried to contact Ms. Leventhal for comment through Bravo, and the network said she was not available.)
She’s not the only one super-spreading anti-mask sentiments. Siggy Flicker, a former Real Housewife of New Jersey, has posted anti-mask memes on her Instagram, which has more than 400,000 followers.
In a comment about masks, she wrote: “i hate them and only wear them when i need to walk into a restaurant or supermarket. how do you feel about being a beautiful sheep.” Some of Ms. Flicker’s views go far beyond an opposition to masks. She has also used QAnon-related slogans on social media and has posted misinformation about the source of Covid-19.
If you have made it this far into the article and are not already an obsessive fan of reality TV, you may be thinking: Who cares what these people say about coronavirus? But there is research that shows the health-related behaviors of reality stars can affect viewers’ behavior, and now that these personalities have popular social media platforms, their claims have an unmediated reach as we hit another peak in coronavirus cases.
With the caveat that we don’t really know the impact of mask wearing from influencers because the pandemic is so new, “reality TV research has been linked to health behavior for the past couple of decades,” said Mark Flynn, an associate professor of communication and media studies at Emmanuel College in Boston. Mr. Flynn has published research on reality stars drinking, smoking and sexual activity, as well as the impact of social media on body image.
There’s also evidence that celebrity endorsement of a discredited link between vaccines and autism has contributed to much more skepticism of vaccines among Americans. It’s also possible that, currently, “these media figures might have an outsize role” in altering our behavior, said Kristen Elmore, a research associate at the Bronfenbrenner Center for Translational Research at Cornell University.
That could be because in-person interactions with friends and family, who are typically influential in our health choices, are curtailed because of the pandemic.
What’s more, viewers can see themselves in reality stars and influencers in a way they don’t with actors on scripted television or movies, even if the reality stars’ lives are more gilded and their houses are supersized.
“Maybe they’re not like me, but they’re still real people,” Mr. Flynn said. And we are watching them live through the coronavirus, just like us. The virus has made an appearance not just on various Housewives franchises, but also on “Keeping Up With the Kardashians” and “90 Day Fiancé.”
Brian J. Moylan, who recaps the Real Housewives franchise for Vulture and wrote an essay about the impact of the pandemic on Bravo shows, believes that reality TV fans exist on a spectrum of sincerity and irony, and the earnest fans are the ones at risk. “I think there are some fans who are very sincere in their fandom and love Kelly Dodd, and they want to be a housewife and have all this drama and have this affluent lifestyle, and they might think: ‘Kelly Dodd’s not wearing a mask and she has a point,’” he said.
But it’s possible that watching reality stars who are spreading virus misinformation get pilloried by commenters and their castmates may be beneficial. Reality show cast members and influencers are what academics refer to as “super-peers,” which means we’re watching them try out risky and outrageous behavior we possibly haven’t experienced ourselves, and seeing what the response is, Mr. Flynn said. If the response is bad, earnest viewers may be deterred from copying them.
“I think that if these characters modeled good behavior, or at least indicated they were concerned about mask wearing and the virus, that would have a positive effect on viewers,” said Peter Christenson, an emeritus professor of rhetoric and media studies at Lewis and Clark College in Portland, Ore.
There has been a lot of good behavior by housewives, too. “The Real Housewives of New York City” filmed an in-person reunion episode, and “all the women tweeted their looks with accompanying masks,” Mr. Moylan said. “It showed people ‘we can be safe and be stylish and bring the housewivesey-ness of it to the pandemic.’”
Mr. Cohen, the Bravo impresario, has also been a beacon of good science, chronicling his own case of the virus in March and pushing back on misinformation during reunions and on “Watch What Happens Live.”
Though there have been reports of filming suspensions because of coronavirus exposures during new seasons of Bravo reality shows, “the health and safety of our cast and crews are our top priority,” a Bravo spokeswoman said. “Our shows have resumed production with comprehensive health and safety plans.”
Of course, our current president is a former reality star, and his messaging on mask wearing has been muddled. As Mr. Christenson pointed out, the president’s rallies, where many maskless Americans congregate without practicing social distancing, are like a reality show unto themselves. “Trump is holding all these in-person events, but they’re also on television, so the effect of that is magnified,” he said.
The politicization of mask wearing is an issue that is playing out both on our screens and in our homes. Mr. Christenson said that reality TV is like “a fun-house mirror”: an image of us as a society, but one that is distorted. You may want to get off this carnival ride, but it doesn’t seem like it’s stopping any time soon."
BEVERLY HILLS
"Kathy Hilton has joined the cast of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills."
A source confirms to PEOPLE that the mother of Paris Hilton and Nicky Hilton Rothschild will star in the Bravo franchise's upcoming season 11 alongside her sister Kyle Richards. (Their other sister, Kim Richards, previously appeared on RHOBH for five seasons.)
Kyle, 51, addressed the possibility of Kathy, 61, joining the cast back in 2019 during an appearance on Watch What Happens Live with Andy Cohen following Lisa Vanderpump's exit.
“I mean, I would be happy … I’ve had one sister on, why not have another sister on?” Kyle said. “My sister Kathy is actually — people don’t know this, but she’s one the funniest people there is. She’s a practical joker and she’s very, very funny. So I think she would be an amazing Housewife, actually.”
ORANGE COUNTY
"Kelly Dodd continued her rant against Rick Leventhal‘s ex-fiancée, Lauren Sivan, on Instagram over the weekend after first taking aim at Lauren in the comments section of one of her Instagram posts last week.
Days after the Real Housewives of Orange County star told Lauren, a Los Angeles-based reporter, that Rick’s daughter Veronica “hated” her and poked fun at Lauren for not having kids of her own, Kelly slammed Lauren as a “stage 5 clinger” and suggested she lied about being sexually harassed by Harvey Weinstein and Roger Ailes as Lauren responded to a fan who labeled Kelly as “jealous.”
On October 23, after seeing a report regarding her feud with Lauren on the Real Housewives Franchise page on Instagram, Kelly, who married Rick earlier this month, fueled the drama between them.
“This chick is such a wanna be stage 5 clinger it’s embarrassing… Rick has text messages telling her to stop glomming on to me and Kelly to gain more followers,” Kelly wrote in a comment. “She friended me first and DM’d me first. She is so desperate for attention she did the [#MeToo] movement. The girl needs to move on get her own marriage and kids. His daughter showed us pics of her head cut [off] because she hated her as a teen. Rick will tell you she never ever raised his kids! She’s a liar. Go [away] desperado you are washed up!!”
After a fan came across Kelly’s comment and suggested she was giving Lauren a “bigger platform” by creating drama with her, Kelly agreed with the woman before proceeding to diss Lauren again.
“You are right!! She’s so beneath me!! Washed up loser in life,” Kelly wrote along with a heart emoji.
While Lauren didn’t react to Kelly’s statements in the comments section of the post, she did respond to a fan on her own Instagram page who accused Kelly of acting out because she’s “jealous.”
“Looking through your IG I get why Kelly is jealous, you’re beautiful, young and you did something right because your step children still love you,” the fan commented. “I’m sorry you have to deal with Sociopath Kelly. And why is she stalking you? Because she is jealous.”
“Honestly no idea,” Lauren replied.
Rick and Lauren got engaged after one year of dating before calling off their 2006 wedding without an explanation."
ATLANTA
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2020.10.27 17:15 Dietmar-Brem Naked mothers photos

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--warning the report contains experienced accounts of physical and sexual violence--
-My martyrdom- One evening we were stuck in the mud with the car when my husband wanted to take me home. Since I saw no other way out, I called my parents to help us. When my parents arrived, my father first beat up my husband. Then my father helped him pull the car out of the mud and took me home. On the way, my mother cried bitterly and whimpered: "My child will die, my child will not enter paradise. My father was worried about his reputation in the assembly. He had a ministry within the congregation called ministry assistant. He cried out during the drive: "Because of you, I am losing my office! I was terrified because I knew what was ahead. My father used to tell us when we were kids that if we ever really messed up, he would stamp his hand so hard on our face that a clear print of each finger would be visible. Now it was to be. When I got home, my father punched me in the face. So hard that I fell. When I got up, he struck again. I fell to the ground again. Over and over again. My attempt to lock myself in my room failed. Because of the strong blows to my face, I could not run fast enough. I ran up the stairs and my father ran after me. He grabbed me by my arm so tightly that I still had bruises from it days later. Afterwards he tore my pants off and hit me several times on my naked buttocks. My mother cried only in the background. She overheard everything and did nothing about it. She just kept repeating over and over again: "My child is going to die." After he had taken out all his anger on me, I had to call my then still niece-husband and tell him that we were no longer a couple and that he was a big mistake. Then I was allowed to go to my bed. I called my husband secretly at night and told him that I was sorry and that I did not want to lose him. He also did not want to lose me. In the night I thought about exactly what I would do. I wanted to give my father exactly one day to apologize to me and accept what had happened. If he really apologized, I would tell him that he would have to live with the fact that I no longer want to be a witness. That was my plan. From that point on, I knew that everything would change. The next day I took the bus to school. Nobody dared to talk to me. I had tears in my eyes. Still on the bus I got a call from my father. He cried and asked me to come home after school to talk about everything. He knew very well that he had made a big mistake. I promised him to come home and I had the hope that my plan would work out. At school my friends saw me and were shocked. The first sentence that fell was: "Shit, it happened." We went to the bathroom and they checked me out. My body was completely covered with bruises, the handprint still clearly visible on my face. Just in case, they took pictures of my injuries. My teachers noticed it too but I didn't want to confide in them yet. Back at home, I was only allowed to listen to reproaches. For some reason, my father felt like a victim. He kept saying that we had betrayed him with our secret relationship. To this day I have not understood it. Among other things, he wanted to know why I hadn't told him much earlier that I was interested in a worldly person. Then one could have tackled the problem earlier and it would not have come to that in the first place. I replied daringly that I did not want to prevent it. Again and again we remained silent. On the way to bed I met my brother who said to my face, "You are no longer my sister! That hurt. My brother was always my everything. Even as children, we rarely fought, always kept together, protected each other. We were one heart and soul. We were often envied for our brotherly love. And now this. Somehow I had not expected this from him. When I went to bed I still hadn't heard an excuse. My father made me realize that he was the victim and made me feel like the sin in person. Now I had to leave. I could not stay any longer. That very night I packed all my school supplies and a change of clothes. My school backpack was never so full and heavy. The next day I asked a friend to accompany me to the police station and she agreed. When I arrived at the police station, I accused my father of assault. They took a report and took photos of my injuries and asked my companion to submit the photos from the day before. I made it clear to the police officer that I did not want to return home. The policeman immediately contacted the local women's shelter and informed them of the situation. They arranged a meeting point where I was to be picked up by the women on site. The policeman told me that I had to let my parents know. If I did not come home and they did not know about it, they could file a missing person's report. I was too scared of that so I called my grandparents and told them for the first time what had happened. They agreed to inform my parents so I would not have to do it. Shortly after that I got one call after another from my father, but I ignored it. When we arrived at school, we explained to our teacher that we had gone to the police to file a report. Shortly after, the secretary came into the classroom and asked me to come with her because my father was on the phone and verbally "folded" her. My friends next to me took my hands and held them. They too were now afraid. I looked at my teacher in panic, my eyes began to water and I said, "I don't want this, no, I don't want to talk to my father! My teacher immediately understood that the complaint to the police was related to this call from my father. She went outside the door with me and the secretary and I explained the situation to both of them. The whole incident and also who the complaint to the police was against. During this time my friends explained to the rest of the class what had happened, as the confusion was great among the rest of the class. My teacher asked me to go to class and stay calm, she is now taking care of my father. When she came back, she said: "I told your father that he has to accept that you don't want to talk to him and that he shouldn't bother the school anymore because otherwise we will contact the police. My fear was greater than ever. It is one thing if you know what is happening. But if you don't know what is in front of you, then you become very different. With what my father had already done, I was scared to death. Not only me, but the class also feared for my life. In every break I always had a group of classmates around me. One of them always took turns holding my hand so that I wouldn't get lost. Also on the way to the women's shelter I was not alone. I was the first in the women's shelter who was there because of domestic violence from my father. For days my father tried to call, but I did not answer one. My fear of what would happen to me was just too great. While I was still in the shelter, I wrote a letter to the elders of the congregation and told them everything that had happened. I also specified what my father had done to me and my husband but nothing happened. He kept his office and did not get a punishment for beating me and my husband. It was simply swept under the table. I spent two months in a women's shelter. After that I moved to my new family, my current husband and his parents. We had some teething troubles because of my past. But we struggled together. My leaving was not possible without my husband, his family, my friends at school during my education, my best friend Maria, who also supported me, and my grandparents.
-Trauma- Until today I still suffer from the consequences of my past. Again and again I had contact breakdowns with my parents. Often these were from me, because I did not want to hear a lecture every time we talked to each other. At every opportunity they preached to me. My brother still only talks to me when he has to. He ignores my calls and messages. From time to time I manage to talk to him by chance. But only when he does not know that I am calling or that I am on site. The rest of my family ignores me completely except for a cousin who has been excluded for several years now. I only see my other cousins and cousins at funerals. There are actually still a few cousins and cousins to whom I now have some contact again. They too are not Jehovah's Witnesses but have avoided me. The reason for this became known to me only some time ago. One of our uncles, who is a Witness, told said cousins I was a whore and a drug addict. This scared them so much that they did not even talk to me. When I found out about it, I explained what he meant by that. I was a whore in his eyes because I lived with a man and had illegitimate sex. I was a drug addict because I consumed cigarettes. They were stunned by the distorted view of our uncle. These were things they did themselves. They wanted to know why he made such a harmless, from their point of view, drastic portrayal. This is what all those who read this will now ask themselves. Well, Jehovah's Witnesses break off all contact with dropouts, even the families. Even when they meet on the street, dropouts are ignored. This kind of withdrawal of love is intended to encourage dropouts to come back. My uncle chose this wording so that I don't have any contact with non-witness family members and they also avoid me. From the point of view of a Jehovah's Witness this is completely correct although everyone knows that this is just a scam to shock others. Again and again I hear rumors about me. That I have never killed anybody yet is astonishing to me. Meanwhile I can laugh about it. Now I have a new family and my friends. Also my grandparents are still there for me.
-Family celebration- After my expulsion, there were always problems. My grandparents had invited to their 55th wedding anniversary. Now I was the only one excluded on my mother's side of the family. This was not a problem for my grandparents, since they themselves were never Jehovah's Witnesses. But for the rest it was obviously a problem. My grandfather came up to me and said that it might be better if I didn't show up because he didn't want to be stressed. My grandma did not quite agree with that. I explained to him that this was playing into Jehovah's Witness's cards and that he was encouraging her. He received the bill shortly after when he told the family that I would not appear. My cousin told him that he was happy unless, as Grandpa knew, he could not, could not and would not want to sit at the table with me. It was not compatible with his faith. My grandfather was angry about this statement and made it clear to my cousin that this had absolutely nothing to do with his faith. I got married in 2017. It was a beautiful wedding in a very small circle. I did not want a big wedding ceremony. Actually I didn't want a celebration at all, because I knew that if my parents didn't show up, this would be the topic of the evening again. However, my husband's family had wanted a celebration, which is completely understandable. We gladly fulfilled their wish, but agreed on a small circle. Otherwise it would look pretty stupid if I only had my five guests consisting of my grandparents, my best friend and my cousin with his partner as guests, while my husband could fill half a hall with his cousins, uncles and aunts. Each of his guests would then constantly ask me why so few of them appeared on my site and I would have to explain in detail why. That is exhausting. That was already back then in school with the holidays. On my wedding day I did not want to have to think about it all the time. So we were only 15 people including two small children. We had a civil wedding ceremony and then a wonderful and delicious meal in a star restaurant. And still this theme came up during the day. To be honest, I had less of a problem with my parents not being there. We had not even invited them. Weddings with Jehovah's Witnesses and non-Jehovah's Witnesses are exhausting because at least one of the Jehovah's Witnesses always preached to the non-Jehovah's Witnesses. Most of the time this was my father. At every available opportunity. I really didn't feel like that if they had come. For that reason alone, I was not invited. Besides, I didn't want anyone to put their faith above their own flesh and blood. And that is exactly what nobody understands. Especially not my mother-in-law. She would really give everything for her children and grandchildren. Even her own life. Since we have known each other this is a topic. How can you abandon your child like that. Blood is thicker than water. Only not with Jehovah's Witnesses. Family celebrations of this kind are never spared this topic, which is why I always go to such celebrations with joy but also with a slight stomachache. A year later my brother got married. He hadn't invited me but had the decency to call me and say, "Please understand, I would love to have you there but then hardly anyone else would come. The other guests have already told me that. And my wife wants a big wedding, I want to offer her that too". Under the circumstances I did not even want to go to the wedding. I would have just been annoyed. Some time later Sofia posted her brother's wedding pictures on Facebook. In the meantime Sofia had also excluded herself and is now even baptized Catholic. However, she was at this wedding. But on the pictures you could also see my aunt and my cousins. I found that strange. Why did they not have a problem with Sofia being at the wedding but nobody would come to a wedding if I was there. When I talked to my father about it, he yelled at me. If I came to the wedding, even he would not come. My brother would only have been polite when he said that he would like me to come. In truth, he didn't want me to come either. A good relationship with God is more important. I replied that it is crazy to want to build a relationship with someone who has never revealed his existence to you and then prefers it to a flesh and blood person. He continued to shout: "Stop it now! You know exactly what the truth is and that Jehovah is the only true God. You believe it yourself..." I interrupted him, "No, I do not believe that, on the contrary. I do not even believe in a God. The Bible contradicts itself several times, and there is no proof of a God. Every religion is based on faith and blind following of its followers!" The discussion went on. Whether I believe that the Bible contradicts itself and whether there is proof of a God or not. Gradually this became too stupid for me. I don't say something like this to annoy anybody but because it is my personal opinion. But since he didn't want to see it and is convinced that my grandparents and parents-in-law told me so, I just hung up. By the way, he still thinks that to this day.
-Triggers that torture me to this day- But I still suffer from other consequences. So-called triggers. If I am not invited to family gatherings by the Jehovah's Witnesses' family, I am not interested. I don't need to celebrate with people who pronounce me dead just because I don't share their views. However, it is different when I am at family celebrations of my husband's family. I have mastered Christmas in the meantime. Until 2018 it was uncomfortable for me to celebrate Christmas. But the following year I was the hostess at my own request. I made Christmas at our home exactly the way I always imagined it when I was a child. This was the first time that I was not uncomfortable celebrating Christmas. On the contrary. I enjoyed it and had fun even in the pre-Christmas period. To my husband's displeasure, as he quickly realized that I had to make up for 27 Christmases, at least from the amount of decorations. Nevertheless we had a wonderful Christmas. Birthdays are still a challenge. They trigger an uneasiness, even almost a nausea like a stomach flu. I can't sing along to birthday songs. Not only because my singing voice borders on bodily harm. I can't get a single note out. It makes me feel out of place. Just like back in kindergarten. Like I'm not allowed to be there. I hate getting presents for my birthday. Again and again the thought shoots up "you are not allowed to accept this". I don't want to feel like that. I want to be happy about presents like my little nephews. Instead, I always have this feeling that I'm not allowed to do something like that. And that still after 9 years. On the other hand, I like to give presents to others. I think it is great when the recipients are happy. I always make the greatest effort to find a nice gift or even to tinker. However, I have a problem with giving it to them myself. I let my husband do that. Because also there the thought "you must not do that" comes again and again. The presentees often don't know how much I rack my brains and how much time it took me. Also not what effort I make to find the right thing. They only see my husband who gives them the gift and that although he usually has not given it a thought. Since we know each other, I choose the gifts, but he hands them over. Do not misunderstand me. I don't want everyone to know that the gift was chosen by me. I just want to get rid of this disgusting feeling. It also doesn't go away when my husband hands over the presents. But it gives me the opportunity to hide inside. Imagine that this only happens when I give presents on birthdays. This is one of many triggers. There are always things in everyday life that trigger me. The smallest little things that a normal person doesn't consciously think about trigger nausea or fear in me. To this day I get palpitations when there is a thunderstorm. As a child I always thought that Armageddon was coming.
-following my narrow gauge training - Another consequence is my career. As a child my parents did not attach much importance to homework. It was more important that I read the Bible and the Watchtower. My parents didn't tell me not to do my homework but they didn't want me to do it either. This is great for a child. So I just didn't do my homework. Unfortunately this led to bad grades and then to a bad school leaving certificate. I graduated from secondary school with an average of 4.0. Accordingly, I only have a two-year training as a helper, which often only brings me the minimum wage and also rarely permanent contracts. If my parents had really cared about my school education like other parents did, I could have had a better education. I am still young and have now applied for a new education. However, it is uncertain whether I will get it because I also had to show my diploma. That had not left a good impression. On the whole, I am getting better and better at coping with life without Jehovah's Witnesses and my family. It is still amazing how long it takes to process. One thing that helps me is to question every decision I make and every feeling I have. How exactly it comes about and what the trigger is. When I am clear about this, it is easier to process it.
-My summary- Finally, I would like to make it clear why Jehovah's Witnesses are a cult to me. They themselves say that they serve God with all their heart, soul and mind as it is written in the Bible. In fact, they serve a small group of people who set the rules for them similar to the Pope in the Catholic Church. This group calls itself the Governing Body and they are always inventing new things to harass their members. At least I always felt that way. A sect is, according to Google's definition, a community that radically and unilaterally advocates its own ideologies or religious principles, which do not always correspond to basic ethical values of society. This is precisely the case with Jehovah's Witnesses. Absolute fidelity is required, without ifs and buts. There is no questioning of pre-determined rules and no questioning of decisions made by the governing body or the elders. This can result in excommunication. Own research is only allowed if it is done with the literature of the witnesses themselves. Secular views are not tolerated. Even absolute devotion is in my opinion a symptom of sects. Don't get me wrong, this is not about giving the Witnesses all their money or possessions. It is about mental control and dependence. Jehovah's Witnesses are watching each other very closely and also themselves. They are brought up in such a way that they have to accuse themselves for every sin. Even those that others don't see at all because, for example, they only take place in the head. This means that if they have even one wrong thought, they go to the elders and ask for help. There are many more aspects. But I think most of them will already agree with me on these aspects. Some of them are like in the middle ages and that in the middle of our society. I wish I could warn everyone about this sect. That I will never be able to do that is clear to me. But if I can help even one person in any way with my story, it is already worth a lot.
-A life report by Nadine from North Rhine-Westphalia, Germany -Sent and released for publication on October 24, 2020 -The names have been changed Translation: automatically with deepl.com
Original published in German on Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/100033042465520/posts/353930605718352/
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2020.10.25 15:26 kalenryan13 Naked mothers photos

Most people easily remember their last conversation with a loved one before their death, just because it’s the last they saw of them. But I don’t remember my final conversation with my cousin, Matt, solely because it was the last time I saw him.
It was a rainy day. The air was foggy, a thick curtain of mist drowning the city.
“Coffee’s real cold.” he remarked, taking a sip from it.
A few droplets poured onto the glass. We were seated inside a booth in a small coffee shop on the corner of a bustling city street.
“We shouldn’t have come here. Always crappy service.” I responded.
A mob of people held umbrellas and shielded themselves from the onslaught of water that burst from the sky. The clouds, which had been swollen and puffy during the last few days, had finally decided to let loose and rain hell upon the world. I took a sip from my glass of coffee, and spat it back out, feeling cold droplets leak down my throat. I coughed.
“It’s terrible.” I stated.
“It was your idea to come here.”
“Yeah, last time I came, it was still better than this.”
“Hey, so, I know what you wanted to talk about, Carson.” Matt said to me.
I pursed my lips and nodded my head.
“You want me to talk about it?”
“I want you to listen, first. Jackson’s an ass. Try not to let him get to you too much.”
I frowned and looked outside again, watching the people go by, staring at their faces. Sore eyes, cheeks slick with tears, and solemn expressions. Leaning my head against the window and watching the crowd, I murmured to Matt.
“He did everything for me and then drifted away, before he fucked my girlfriend. People change, I guess. Cold-hearted piece of-”
One of the faces outside caught my eye. It was a man with dark hair and pronounced features. He flashed his pearly teeth, forming an ear-to-ear grin. Soulless, empty eyes, that seemed to smile just as wide, though with looming purposelessness. He wore a sleek, yellow raincoat, slick with rainfall. The hood was pulled over his head. His smile grew wider, and he stared at Matt. I shot Matt a glance, and he narrowed his eyes. The man began to walk across the street, coming closer to the coffee shop. He had a strange glow about him, as though the fog didn’t affect him and he could be seen clearly through it. He didn’t check both ways when he crossed the street. A car, rolling down the road, honked when they almost crashed into him. He continued to walk.
“Who the hell is that? Matt? Matt, do you know him?” I asked.
Matt only stared out the window, his jaw gaping. The man approached. He stood in place and he smiled. His eyes did not wander back and forth, trained solely on Matt. My cousin stared back, his former squint turning into a prolonged gaze. He produced a weak, seemingly plastic smile in response. The man’s teeth gleamed as the headlights of a passing car reflected off of it. He carefully turned around and walked away. The smile disappeared in an instant, and replaced itself with the look of a soldier standing at attention. Matt and I trained our sights on the man as he walked away, off into the distance, out of our view. The mist consumed him. He was gone.
“Yeah. People change.” Matt said after a long moment of silence, then stared at me.
“We can talk about this in the car.” I replied.
We drove along the city streets. I explained it all to him. One of those typical, ‘they ripped my heart out’ conversations that lasts for hours and results in the realization that you don’t need them anymore, them being my best friend and my girlfriend. I went home and tossed and turned for a while. My mind was still just as cloudy as the world was outside. I cleared the fog by watching reruns on TV. I closed my eyes halfway through an episode. Rest came eventually. I had work the next day and went to that without a problem. The week went on as usual, until I received a phone call later one night, one from my mother. I answered the phone, and I could hear sobbing on the other end.
“Mom? Mom, what’s wrong?”
She sniffled and spoke a few words. Emptiness. Emptiness is the only word I can use to describe it. I lowered my head, threw myself onto my bed, and laid there for hours. It was the calm before the storm, feeling nothing but a pit at the bottom of my stomach. Disbelief was still inhibiting realization. I didn’t try to sleep and instead listened to Mumford and Sons, my favorite band, for much of that night. Time progressed. I started to punch my pillows. The funeral came. I walked over to the casket, knowing they had kept it closed for morbid reasons. I’d heard enough about the grizzly conditions they’d found him in. I begged God for change, for this to be just like Lazarus in the Bible, come forth, Lazarus, rise from the tomb or whatever the hell it said. I never used to pray. That night I found myself praying as I drove home, praying as I showered, praying as I washed the dishes, and praying as I fell asleep. It was a storm cloud hanging over my head; looking down would make it go away, but you could still hear the thunder.
I skipped work for the rest of that week and came back the next Monday. Every few minutes, something would distract me. I shook my leg, tried to keep it still, and then gave in to the shaking again. I tapped my pen against my desk and cracked the joints in my fingers. My computer screen sat before me. Images flashed on it; my girlfriend, Jackson, and Matt. My girlfriend, Taylor, and Jackson’s smiles looked so fake compared to Matt’s now. I went through my computer and deleted every single picture I had left of Jackson and Taylor. This was followed by the memory of my cousin and I, sitting in the shop. Cold coffee. His face. The man’s face, his smile. The man walking into the mist. The moment where we shook hands and he patted me on the back and told me everything would be alright one last time.
“Carson, are you okay?” somebody tapped me on the shoulder.
I spun around, feeling myself choke up, and something wet drizzling down my cheek. I wiped it away and sniffled.
“I’m so, so sorry for your loss. You can go home, if you need to.” my boss said calmly.
“Yes, that’d be good. Thank you for understanding, Mr. Johnson.”
“Carson, you know everybody just calls me Michael.”
“Sorry.” I said, standing up.
I pushed my chair in behind me, gathered my things, and started the walk for the parking lot, which was across from the office. More mist and rain. A sheet of water splashed over my shirt as a car passed me in the street, laying on their horn. They rolled their window down.
“Watch where you’re going, buddy!” shouted a gruff voice.
I didn’t bother to look at who was driving. I looked next to my car, unlocking the doors. Someone was parked in the spot next to mine who I had never seen before. She had long, blonde hair. She turned her head slowly, a smile growing on her lips. Chills coursed through me. I got into my sedan and shut the door, starting the car. I shot her one last glance, seeing her impossibly white teeth once more. I didn’t smile or wave, and instead threw the car into drive and pulled forward out of my space, zoomed across the parking lot, then proceeded to cruise along the roads back to my apartment. I felt shivers running down my back as I thought of the woman in the car again, and that sickening smile that she wore. Her eyes never blinked. She didn’t even seem to be breathing. Sleep didn’t come easily that night. I threw the sheets off of me, feeling hot and cold rushes winding through my skin. Sweat pooled up in my armpits. I closed my eyes and tried to give in to the blackness. I managed to surrender myself to sleep in time.
I woke up with a stuffy nose and a sore throat. I coughed and looked around my bedroom. It was still dark, with light filtering in from the closed blinds, leaving everything a shade of gray and white. There was a looming shadow in the corner of my room, and I saw a whitish gleam coming from the silhouette, like a reflection, or a trick of the light. I knew, though, that there wasn’t a lamp or coat rack in that corner of the room. My heart pulsed a few times. I felt the blood circulating through me grow thicker, almost defensive, like archers lining a castle wall during a Medieval siege. I jolted forward, glaring at the dark spot. It shifted. I felt eyes piercing into me.
“Who’s there?” I asked.
Nothing in response.
“I’m not playing any games.” I said, my voice sounding withered and defeated.
The gleam in the shadows faded away, and the darkness was broken apart as the sun began to shine brighter through the closed blinds. I sighed, stood up, and began to walk around my bedroom, pacing back and forth. The day continued on. I showed up to work and slugged through it all. I kicked my leg against the ground, tapping a pen against the table. That reminded me of the time where Matt and I, during our history class in middle school, had gotten detention after we continued to tap our pens against our desks. The teacher had started off by giving us a warning. By his third or fourth warning, his face was tomato red and I thought steam would start blowing out of his ears. I remember the two of us laughing about it at lunch with Jackson. Lost in my thoughts, I almost didn’t hear Michael behind me.
“Can you come to my office, Carson?”
I set the pen down and turned around.
“Ummm… yeah. I’ll be there in a moment.”
Michael didn’t say another word and walked away. I looked to him, only to see the back of his suit and his legs carrying him back to his office. I stood and followed, catching the eyes of my fellow employees as I went. I saw a smile flash at me but didn’t recognize who they were. I swallowed and then kept my head pointed down, watching the carpeted floor underneath my feet change colors as I entered another section of the office. Michael’s door was left open, and I didn’t bother to knock. He had multiple awards and trophies sat on the edge of his desk, a laptop open in front of him. He was leaning back in his chair and cracked his knuckles.
“Have a seat.” he said.
He gestured to one of the chairs. I took a spot, sitting down like there was a nail about to jab into my ass, and stared at him.
“This… isn’t an easy conversation to have. You’re a great worker, and a great man, Carson. I’m not going to fire you. That’s not what this is about. But I don’t like seeing you this way. I miss the Carson that walks in and shouts ‘good morning’ every day. I’ve got an offer to make you. I’ve got a good friend, Jenna Gray. She’s a therapist. I’m sure I could get you an appointment with her for free, and maybe even multiple appointments without pay. If you don’t go to her, at least do something. Read a motivational book. Get your feelings out. You know I’m here for you, too, Carson. Take the time to heal, but don’t let yourself get stuck in the mud. I miss your pranks and your energy.”
Noticing the silhouette of a trophy in the corner of the room, I nodded my head.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
I agreed to see Jenna sometime soon, and Michael told me he would try to get an appointment or two set up. Work got out at five. I walked across the street and to the parking lot. Along the way, I caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. I looked up. Parked next to my car was the smiling woman. Only this time, I watched as her teeth parted, and a snaking, inhuman tongue curled out from it. She didn’t say anything and flicked it at me. Flecks of spit shot between her teeth. Her eyes were still stony and shiny, like polished marble. I sprinted to my car and threw the door open. I launched myself into the driver’s seat, stabbed the key into the ignition, and started the car. I peeled out of the lot. I didn’t look back once and found my apartment using an alternative route. Once inside, I sat at the kitchen table. I cradled my face in my hands, rubbed my eyes, and looked around. I hadn’t turned any of the lights on yet. Grayish light covered the apartment. I turned on a small lamp in the kitchen’s corner and leaned against the wall.
The next day, after work, I went to my appointment to go see Jenna. The fog had broken apart during the afternoon. The horizon was painted sky blue, and a glowing yellow plate hung in the sky, beaming rays of sunshine down on my skin. A cool breeze twisted through the air as I stepped out of my car, closing the door behind me. There were a few windows spaced out between the drab bricks. A bell rang as the door opened. There was a mother watching her son play with trucks on the floor; his hair was matted, and his clothes were wrinkled. There were bags underneath his eyes. I stood and watched the boy play for a while; when the mother looked up at me, I almost expected a smile to spread wide across her face. I found nothing but a frown and two hazy eyes staring back at me. I stared for a moment; then I blinked and found a seat.
There was a door on the left with a plaque on it that read JENNA GRAY in thick, golden letters. My sight was trained on the two words like a sniper following its target. I turned my head to look outside again; the sunlight disappeared as fluffy, gray clouds loomed closer, reminding me of warships. The door squeaked, and my head snapped back to the plaque. A filthy, unshaven man coughed and thanked Jenna as he stepped out of her room. With the man gone, I saw Jenna in the doorframe. Her long, blonde hair almost covered her face-wide grin, and her teeth sparkled, bathed in the dim light of the office. She didn’t speak a word to me. I began to take steps backwards, my breath coming in gasps. I felt the collective eyes of the other clients in the waiting room all staring at me. Jenna’s mouth opened, and a tongue began to slither out from between her red lipstick. I don’t remember the seconds between sprinting from the office and getting home. I just remember lying in my bed, naked and shivering from a cold shower, thinking to myself, the woman in the car.
I came to work the day after and performed worse than I ever had since Matt died. I’d woken up early and parked, and planned to leave late, too. While I was at work, I researched and found Jenna Gray’s website and looked for a photo of her on it. Jenna had brunette hair instead of blonde. Different eye colors and facial structures, too. In the middle of the day, I fell half-asleep. When I woke up, thunder cracked and wind screamed all around me. Blue stripes of lightning could be seen through my open window. Rain spilled in as the woman climbed through, the smile still stuck onto her face. I curled into a ball on the other side of the room, clutching a knife in my hand. I pointed it at her and muttered,
“I’m not playing any games.”
Nothing in return but the smile.
I blinked the sleep out of my eyes and looked around the office. Nobody was making any phone calls, and there was no conversation across the room between coworkers. Only the sound of fingertips hitting their keyboards. My head throbbed, and I winced. I thought about trying to go home. I remembered how many days I had already taken off. I think I managed to create the illusion of productivity, writing a few expense reports, long breaks of pen tapping in between each paragraph. I listened to the clock in the cubicle over as it ticked with each passing second. My shaky hands produced errors twice more often than they had the day before. I found myself deleting whole sentences and retyping them.
“Doing good, Carson.” Michael patted me on the back. “You’ve got this.”
I nodded my head.
“Thanks Michael.”
I felt him walk away and didn’t turn to look. Michael told me I needed to go home when I asked to stay longer. I swallowed but didn’t argue. I clocked out and crossed the street with a thumping heart. I could see the familiar car parked next to my own. I reached into my pocket, produced my phone, and turned on the camera app. I took longer strides and was at the woman’s window. She was still there. Her teeth were the first thing I saw. A tongue unfurled itself like a scroll opening. Slobber dripped from her lower lip. I snapped a picture of her and jammed myself into the driver’s seat. The car was in reverse and out of the parking lot in seconds. I almost hit a pedestrian as I went out. I heard their shouts echoing behind me. Shivers raced through my body; the shaking fit continued until I reached the apartment parking lot. I didn’t park the car, and held a foot on the brake instead. I opened the photos app. The woman was outlined with static, as if she had been there in the photo and was cropped out. My stomach flipped like a pancake.
I didn’t sleep whatsoever that night. Light seeping through my blinds was enough to make me jump. My hands trembled and a layer of cold sweat covered me. The headache never left. My body felt spring-loaded, like my bones were going to shoot through my skin. I ate breakfast in a hurry the next morning and parked my car in a small lot, just down the street from my office building. A streetlamp nearby provided enough dull orange light for me to use the stick of deodorant I kept in the glovebox; I had forgotten to shower. Tires rolled across the concrete. My eyes shot over and met another pair of eyes. Stone-cold eyes. I threw my door open, closed it, and locked the doors. I heard another car lock, looked back, and saw the woman standing outside of her car. Her mouth formed a toothless grin. Two tongues slipped out this time. I checked her license plate; there was no number on it. Just a sheet of white metal. I sprinted into the office.
I didn’t get a lot of work done the next day. I took the most pen tapping breaks that I ever had. Michael appeared behind me again, clapping a hand on my shoulder. He murmured his congratulations and sauntered off back to his office. I looked outside as a flock of crows, like little fighter jets, soared by. I ate a cold ham sandwich for lunch, and went back to work. I stared at the crumpled up wrapper that sat in the trash can, shook my head, and tapped my pen against the desk. I felt a hand on my shoulder, turning around to see Matt. He was only there for a second. Long enough for me to see the crazed grin on his face before he disappeared. I froze, my mouth gaping open. My heart jumped a few times. The day started to come to a close. People began to leave the office. Intentionally, I’d left a large task undone.
“Do you think you’re well enough to get it done tonight?” Michael asked, tossing me the keys to the office.
“I’ll try. No promises.” my throat was dry.
“You can lock up, then. Thank you, Carson. Lots of respect for you.”
“Yup.” I replied.
He left the office. I heard the door closing behind him and looked around my cubicle. There was a picture frame in the back corner, with papers piled on top of it. I reached out, brushing the pages aside. Underneath was a framed photograph of Jackson and I on the first day of sixth grade. I stared at him, mostly; his blonde hair was spiked and crusty with gel. Now his face appeared devilish, like that of a mischievous kid. I wished he was in front of me right now; my hands needed to beat something. Glass shards stuck out from my bloodied knuckles after I’d brought my fist against the picture four or five times. With the glass broken, I tore out the photograph inside. My hands ripped it to pieces without me having to think about it. I dropped the remains over the trash bucket in my corner, and they drifted down like snowflakes. I launched the wooden frame into the trash afterwards. My breath came in shaky gasps now. I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair.
I heard scratching from across the office. Didn’t rouse me. The scratches came again, louder. My head shot up. I squinted and looked at the window on the other side of the office. Most of the lights were out, leaving the building a dim, lifeless color. Fog built up outside, and rain poured down in sheets. Raindrops raced down the glass. A message scratched into the glass was lit up on the window. I shook my head. The urge to stay sitting was powerful. Curiosity yanked me by the hair and dragged me over to the scratches on the window. My first thought was, it’s just a nightmare, Carson. It’s a fucking nightmare and nothing more, so don’t go screaming running out of here. Written from the inside of the office, it read, YOU DON’T SMILE BACK. The balloon that had been inflating since that day in the coffee shop with Matt had just burst. I heard a loud POP in the back of my head.
I ran back to my desk, gathered my things, and dashed out of the office, shutting off all the lights as I went. I locked the door behind me, crossed the parking lot, and got into my car. The woman’s car wasn’t there. The next thing I remembered was being back in my apartment. I’m still there as I write this. I’ve gone to work every single day, for three days, and haven’t seen the woman once. I’ve seen her in my dreams almost every night now; it’s just a replay of that nightmarish daydream I had during work. Rolling thunder. Howling wind. Pouring rain. Her in the windowsill, climbing in, while I cower in the corner with a blade I’m too afraid to use. That sensation of being spring-loaded has grown. Matt’s cause of death was never released. I think I understand why now. Yesterday, my other cousin, Grant, gave me a call. I answered the phone with a grumbling,
“Hey, Grant.”
“Carson? How’re you holding up, man?”
I drew in a deep sigh. I looked out the window next to me, watching the crows find their way through the fog.
“Holdin’ up, I guess.”
I heard Grant swallow through the static.
“Listen, Carson… I’ve got… I’ve got some fucked up news for you. About Matt.”
I waited. A few more crows flapped by, this time closer to my window.
“Wha- what is it?” I stammered.
Grant’s words came out choked.
“His bones stabbed through his skin, Carson. Like his body couldn’t contain them.” he explained. “That’s how he died.”
It was like a rotten, decomposing hole in my chest had begun to gnaw away at my flesh. A few more crows flew by the window. This time there was something on the glass. A smiley-face was scratched into it, done from the inside.
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2020.10.20 02:47 Runaway-rain Makeup yard sale! Nothing is explicitly priced. Brands like Tatcha, Urban Decay, Mac, Stila, Keyvn Aucoin, Benefit, ABH abound, and they're ready for a new home! Let's negotiate some bundles!

Nothing is priced. Tell me what you want to pay and we'll see if we can negotiate. Bundles are preferred, as I really need money for my 4-month-old, but I also need this stuff outta here ASAP.
Almost everything is BNIB. So please don't lowball me. Otherwise, I'm reasonable and nice (or so I'd like to think)
Payment is through PayPal goods and services, and we will figure out the most cost effective way to ship together!
Now, to the makeup!!
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10 brand new ABH liquid lipsticks, conveniently stored in a collectable pink sparkly box (Retails for $68)
Shades Include:
Bellimi, Allison, Starfish, Dusty Rose, Pink Punch, Chrome Violet, Chrome Bronze, Trust Issues and Chrome Red
Bundle also includes:

Asking $75 for this bundle. Plus, I'm open to throwing in one or two freebies 😁
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New IT cosmetics 3 brush set (Verification) ($42 retail)
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