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elephant trunk snakes are completely aquatic and covered with tiny, velvety scales and baggy skin that make it almost impossible for adults to move around on land!

that's okay though, because wild elephant trunk snakes tend to pick up a thick covering of algae on those weird scales that gives them extra camouflage in the water and makes them all look like they're sporting punk-rock hairdos.

so HERE HAVE SOME MORE

(regretfully it doesn't look NEARLY as cool out of the water, though)

i am feeling very emotional ..this is unusual for me

this book is finally out of my mind and onto pages out now around the world. the idea that it will genuinely help people - make them laugh and feel closer to me, makes me feel like all the struggles i have been through have been worth something.

please, save yourself any time you would lose by not feeling as happy and peaceful as you deserve to. you aren’t broken or built that way, we all have the power to change how we feel and just have to understand how.

i am only here because of your support and the kindness and patience you have given me. thank you.

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My son is diagnosed with langerhans cell hitosytiosis LCH..I was about to make a Gofundme but It's not available here in Philippines..😢💔

If anyone could kindly/patiently help us in any amount and by spreading my fundraiser, it would really mean a lot to us.

I'm making this post short.. but if you all wanted to know,I have a previous post in my blog..

Spread love and godbless.

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I'm 26 years old. I've been with my husband since I was 16 and he was 20. I know now that he was attracted to me because I was young and manipulatable but at the time I was so flattered that an older college guy wanted to be in a relationship with me.

Looking back there were a lot of red flags. He didn't like any of my friends and he told me who I could hang out with and when. He told me that my school work wasn't important because I was going to be a stay-at-home wife after high school while he went out and earned a living. As teenager living in a household that was unstable and on the brink of collapse, the idea of having a strong man take care of me was very appealing and so I overlooked the red flags.

He liked to get me drunk. He'd take me to his shitty apartment and he would load me up with Mike's Hard Lemonade and Smirnoff Ice and then we'd fool around. I had a lot of pregnancy scares from 16-17 because he didn't like to wear a condom and when I was drinking it was harder for me to insist. When I was 18, I got on the pill at least. He was always pushing my boundaries in the bedroom. I'd say no to something and he'd give me the silent treatment until I let him do it. Or he'd just do it even though I said I didn't want to.

He graduated college the year I graduated high school, and we moved in together. From the beginning, he was controlling, keeping tabs on me and watching the bank account like a hawk, but I chalked it up to needing to be frugal. We were really poor, but he promised to take care of me.

Eventually, though, I had to get a job to make ends meet. He didn't like that. The first time he hit me was when I told him I'd been interviewing for jobs. It wouldn't be the last.

God, just. Ten years I let him tell me I was helpless without him, I was weak, and stupid, and only he would ever love me. I let him hit me. I let him separate me from my friends and family. I let him kick my cat.

But I'm done. I'm going to get me and Midnight out of here.

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