#5 Cent Euro

[moaninmoonen]

[dullahandyke]

lov vending machines so much... youre telling me i get to insert coins AND i get a little treat? truly peak engineering

[zaggyzoo]

something always has to happen in the 5 minutes before your most horrible shift of the week ends 👍

[dokyeomini]

whoa i did some serious shopping

[fragmicheinfach111]

Das ist meine erste Geschichte. Jemand meinte ich solle es doch mal versuchen.

Manchmal werden Träume wahr

Teil 1

Endlich war ich da. Ich habe heute im Restaurant länger gearbeitet weil der Boss mich darum gebeten hatte. Eine Kellnerin war ausgefallen und so bin ich eingesprungen. 3 Stunden mehr sind nicht viel aber für einen Studenten zählt jeder Cent. Und mit Trinkgeld gibt's heute 70 Euro mehr. Aber egal es ist Sommer heiß und noch hell,was bedeutet ab an den See. Seit Wochen kam ich jetzt hierher, es war eine kleine versteckte Stelle die anscheinend keiner kannte. Ich mochte sie weil ich hier allein und ungestört war. Und ich keine Badehose brauchte. Ich zog mich gerade aus als eine mir bekannte Stimme sagte " spät dran heute?".

Ich kannte diese Stimme. Aber das könnte nicht sein. Ich drehte mich um und sah im Wasser den Kopf von Frau Schmidt. Sie war meine Sport und Geschichtslehrerin in der 5 bis 12 Klasse gewesen.

Das ich nackt war hatte ich vor Schreck vergessen. Sie nicht, ungeniert musterte sie meinen Körper. " Ich sagte Du bist spät dran heute. Sonnst schwimmst Du doch 2 Stunden früher." " Woher wissen sie das?" "Weil ich dich beobachtet habe die letzten Wochen. Ich wohne auf der anderen Seite und schwimme immer um diese Zeit meine Bahn hin und zurück." " Aber das müssen 400 m eine Strecke sein." "Stimmt. Und jetzt Ruhe ich mich 10 Minuten aus bevor es zurück geht." Sagte sie und kam aus dem Wasser. Ganz langsam. Als erstes sah ich ihre Wundervollen Brüste mindestens D Körpchen und gepierct in den Nippeln.Kugeln rechts und links mit einer Stange in der Mitte die durch einen Kreis ging der leicht gebogen war so daß er sich an die Brust anschmiegte. Dann kam ihr Bauch aus dem Wasser. Ein leichtes Sixpack ( ich sagte ja Sportlehrerin) mit einem Bauchnabelpiercing. 2 kleine Kugeln oben und unten mit einer Stange die durch eine größere schwarze Kugel in der Mitte ging und den Bauchnabel ausfüllte. Und was für eine Überraschung als sie ganz aus dem Wasser kam war sie auch nackt. Ihre Pussy war natürlich auch gepierct. Kurz oberhalb ihrer Schamlippen sah ich ich eine kleine Kugel. Außerdem glaube ich 2 weitere Kugeln in jeder ihrer Schamlippen gesehen zu haben. So blieb sie 2 Meter vor mir stehen.

Der Anblick war der Wahnsinn. Ich gebe zu das ich schon öfters mir vorgestellt habe wie sie aussieht während ich mir einen runtergeholt habe. Aber die Wirklichkeit war um Längen besser. Da stand eine leibhaftige Amazone vor mir.Ich muss wohl nicht erwähnen das ich einen Ständer bekam. Ihr entging es nicht. Sie starte direkt darauf. Schnell hielt ich meine Hände vor meinen Ständer um mich zu bedecken. " Nimm die Hände weg" kam es nur von Frau Schmidt. Ich sollte wohl erwähnen das sie den Spitznamen "Domina" von uns in der Schule erhalten hat. Ihr Wort war Befehl und keiner wagte es ihr zu wiedersprechen.

Wie von selbst gingen meine Hände nach unten. " Geht doch kleiner"( klein? Ich war 1.79m sie 1.80m. ich 19 sie 39) Sie musterte mich vielleicht 20 Sekunden dann kam sie näher. Als Sie noch einen halben Meter von mir entfernt war, spürte ich wie ihre rechte Hand meinen Penis umschloss und sie ihn langsam wichste.

"Das will ich schon lange tun kleiner. Schon seit ich dich das erste mal hier nackt gesehen habe. Du hast mich aber nicht bemerkt. " "Lange tun? Ich verstehe nicht sie sind doch meine Lehrerin. Das dürfen wir nicht!" " Falsch. Ich war deine Lehrerin. Ich bin seit 2 Monaten nicht mehr deine Lehrerin." Sagte sie mit einem Lächeln auf den Lippen. Oh Gott Sie hatte Recht. Das hier war nicht mehr verboten.

Ihr Lächeln wurde immer breiter und dann ging sie ging sie in die Knie. Mein Schwanz war nur Zentimeter von ihrem Mund entfernt und sie wichste ihn weiter und sah mit einem gemeinen Grinsen zu mir rauf. " Du weißt was jetzt passiert! Sag Stop und ich gehe!" Mal ehrlich wär hätte da Stop gesagt? Ich blieb stumm. "Guter Junge." Und dann berührte ihre Zunge meine Eichel. Leckte sie, umkreiste sie und leckte weiter. Wow das war besser als ich je gedacht habe. Und es ging gerade erst los. Jetzt um stülpte ihr ganzer Mund meinen Penis und sie bewegte ihn vor und zurück erst langsam dann immer schneller werdend. Dabei kamen ihre Lippen meinem Bauch immer näher und näher. Bis meine gesamten 19 cm in ihr waren. Ihre Hände hatte sie inzwischen auf meine Pobacken gelegt und benutzte sie als Unterstützung. Immer schneller wurde sie. Ich glaube sie wollte das ich in ihr komme. Es war so geil. Automatisch legte ich meine Hände auf ihren Kopf um sie zu ficken. FEHLER GROẞER FEHLER. Auf einmal passierten 3 Dinge auf gleichzeitig. Zuerst hörte sie auf sich zu bewegen dann gruben sich ihre Fingernägel in meine Pobacken und ich spürte ihre Zähne an meinem Schwanz.

Und wieder gingen meine Hände wie von selbst nach unten. Sofort setzte Frau Schmidt ihren Mundfick fort. Ich schwöre sie hat mich gefickt nicht ich sie. Und wieder wurde sie schneller. Aber ich wollte noch nicht kommen. Wollte nicht das Frau Schmidt aufhört mich zu ficken. Ich spürte wie der Höhepunkt immer näher kam. Ich weiss nicht wie lange sie mich gefickt hat 1 Minute 10,20,30 keine Ahnung. Dann war es soweit ich verlor den Kampf ein gewaltiger Orgasmus überkam mich, und ich spritze ihr in den Rachen. Sie hatte gemerkt das es so weit war und hatte mit ihren Lippen an meinem Bauch gestoppt damit kein Tropfen daneben ging. Als mein zucken aufhörte ging ihr Kopf langsam zurück aber ihre Lippen blieben um meine Eichel geschlossen und mit ihre Zunge liebkoste sie diese weiter. Nach 2 Minuten hörte sie auf und stand wieder auf. " Du hast länger durchgehalten als ich dachte Kleiner. Gut gemacht." Jetzt war ich derjenige der lächelte. Frau Schmidt hatte mich gelobt. Das kam nie vor. " Mir viel auf das ihre Hand meinen Penis immer noch umfasste und er schon wieder steif war. "Willst Du mehr? " Sie kam näher. Ganz nah. "Willst Du mehr Kleiner? "

"Ja " sagte ich leise. " Bitte ich will mehr." "Gut. " Sieh lies meinen Schwanz los und ging 2 Schritte zurück. " Ich wohne Bahnhofstraße 7 . Mit dem Rad einmal um den See kannst Du in 1 Stunde da sein. Brauchst Du länger bleibt die Tür zu. Sie hob ihr Rechtes Handgelenk und betätigte an ihrer Uhr einen Knopf. "Der Countdown läuft." Sagte sie mit einem Lächeln drehte sich um und ging ins Wasser um zu ihrer Wohnung zurück zu schwimmen. Ich konnte ihr nur verdutzt nachschauen.

Wenn ihr wissen wollt wie es weiter geht dann sagt es mir. Ich hoffe es hat euch gefallen.

[thebusylilbee]

"Les JO, c’est super. Mais pour qui et à quel prix ? [...]

Les fan zones sont pleines de gens qui rient et pleurent ensemble devant les transmissions des épreuves ; 5 200 personnes ont été expulsées de squats et de campements de rue en Île-de-France en un an et envoyées en région sans solution de logement.

Les transports publics roulent bien et les agent·es d’accueil sont plebiscité·es pour leur bonne humeur ; les émissions de CO2 des Jeux olympiques de Paris (JOP), 1,58 million de tonnes au minimum, seront l’équivalent de ce que rejettent 150 000 personnes en France en un an.

Des athlètes couronné·es sont d’anciens enfants placés ou ont grandi dans des quartiers pauvres ; le prix des places pour la cérémonie de clôture des Jeux va de 250 à 1 600 euros – plus qu’un mois de salaire minimum.

C’est officiellement la trêve olympique, et la délégation ukrainienne a remporté deux médailles d’or (sabre et saut en hauteur), ainsi qu’une de bronze (lutte gréco-romaine), qui deviennent des symboles de résistance face à l’agression militaire russe ; les bombardements israéliens n’ont pas cessé à Gaza, visant une école transformée en refuge le 10 août, veille de la clôture des Jeux, tuant près de cent personnes selon un premier bilan. [...]

La vasque et sa flamme olympique en LED et vapeur d’eau flottant au-dessus des Tuileries émerveillent le public ; les enfants du quartier Pleyel à Saint-Denis vont subir les pots d’échappement de la voie vers l’autoroute construite collée à leur école pour les JOP.

Imaginaire collectif coupé en deux

Cette liste pourrait s’allonger encore et encore. Dans ces conditions, quelles conclusions en tirer sur la portée de l’événement ? [...]

Une situation peut être à la fois agréable et pourtant néfaste. On peut aimer boire du Coca-Cola ou de la vodka, cela n’empêche pas que ce soit mauvais pour la santé ; adorer voyager vers des pays lointains alors que les trajets en avion contribuent à la destruction du climat [...]. Les émotions, aussi fortes soient-elles, ne suffisent pas à façonner la réalité.

En 2015, les chercheurs Stefan Aykut et Amy Dahan parlaient de « schisme de réalité » pour décrire les négociations climat, car elles voulaient réduire les gaz à effet de serre sans s’attaquer à leurs principales émettrices, les industries fossiles. Elles avaient créé un théâtre de discours sans prise directe avec le problème à résoudre.

À sa manière, Paris 2024 aura été un schisme de réalité : il y a une dissociation entre le spectacle, excitant, prenant, populaire, et les conditions de sa fabrication, brutales, excluantes, coûteuses et injustes. C’est un déchirement sensible. Le sentiment d’une immense réussite s’entend dans les déclarations des organisateurs et des dirigeants politiques. La fierté et la joie s’expriment un peu partout, aux repas familiaux, entre collègues, avec ses voisins, sur les réseaux sociaux, dans les médias. Mais qui écoute la complainte, la colère et les douleurs de celles et ceux qui ont été éjecté·es de la fête ?

Si le prix à payer en « nettoyage social », en élitisme commercial (le prix des billets, du merchandising et d’un séjour à Paris) et en destructions environnementales (climat, arbres coupés au parc Georges-Valbon, jardins ouvriers détruits à Aubervilliers et pollution de l’air à Saint-Denis), est considéré comme acceptable, le risque est d’abaisser les critères d’exigence démocratique, sociale et écologique pour la suite.

Car si un pouvoir peut décider un tel événement sans consulter la population, en cédant aux exigences d’une association croulant sous les accusations de corruption (le CIO), en engageant au moins 10 milliards d’euros sans transparence sur le coût final en argent public, et en multipliant les promesses écologiques intenables, alors pourquoi ne pas continuer ?"

[itstimewehavesomesoliddick]

Your windows license is tied to your fucking motherboard? So I just get shafted because I had a defective one that had to be replaced? The fuck kind of scam are they running here

Fuck you bill I'll get it from a slav for 5 euros and you won't see a single cent I'm never upgrading to windows 11 eat shit

[dreamy-love222]

I used to write really long love letters to the boys I have had a crush on and hide them in my room.

My first love letter I wrote was when I was 11. It was In French my first language (at home we mainly talked French and sometimes the Tunisian dialect but even our dialect was different from the main dialect which was mostly Arabic with a bit of French words (because France colonised Tunisia) and English words because Americanisation of the Tunisian dialect…

So I wrote this letter on the weekend when I was in my grandmother’s old home in the Zahra (Tunisia) (my grandparents bought in the 80s) (they sold it in 2020 so they can live closer to my aunts because they grew old)

I spent 4 hours on this letter, it was about 6 pages long, I was confessing my undying love for Amir, see amir was a really interesting boy. He was the first in our class yet he was always causing trouble. I knew him since I was 5 years old and his mother was friends with my mom. He was cute but what really made me admire him is his intelligence. He pretended to not be serious about his studies but he was, his dad told him he has to be the first in order to do Judo after school. So he did everything to be the first. I admired his drive and his motivation to get what he want.

I remember in a math exam there was the mention of a dinar. That was the first time we ever got told to solve a problem with a dinar in it (dinar is like a euro) 1 dinar is 1000 millims (like cents) we were 7 or something so we didn’t know that. Except Amir. I know it doesn’t sound impressive but it was to me at that time. The problem was like Zayneb had 1 dinar that she got from her grandparents to buy candy. She bought 9 pieces for 50 millims (equivalent of cents)

How many millims does she have left

I also liked the attention he used to give me. He used to sit behind me in class and used to pull on my hair lol.

The teachers always complain about how nosy and not serious he is and how he makes his friends not pay attention in class.

He knew I knew how to draw because everyone in class knows and after lunch time we had free time and I would draw. Sometimes he would shyly ask me to draw him Mario/pikachu/sonic.

Since I was a kind little girl I would draw him what he wanted and the way his eyes sparkled when he sees my finished artwork made my day.

I was really good at sports too. So I would play soccers with the boys when I was younger than 10.

I was bullied from the age of 7 till I got out of this school. At 7 a traumatic sexual event happened to me, before that I was skinny and healthy. I never binged, I liked candy like all kids but one lolly would be enough for the day. But I started gaining weight. I remember I was 37kg at 8 years old and my classmates made fun of me for being that weight. Also became really closed off and I had a few accidents where I peed myself because someone touched me agressively behind my back and I got flashbacks of my nanny touching me… I became the weird girl that peed herself. No one would let that go. But still Amir continued to treat me the way he always have. He wouldn’t ignore me. Would sometimes tease me, never mentioned my accidents! He treated me normally when all the girls and boys in our class either ignored me or made fun of me.

When I didn’t have flashbacks I completely forgot what had happened to me (trauma related amnesia)

Everyone noticed how I started behaving. I became even more quiet and shy.

I was always melancholic. I used to always think about why my Daddy was so far away, why he had to leave to work in Paris as an orthopaedic surgeon… why he left me… but it got worse once I got abused because I thought if he was at home maybe i wouldn’t have had a mean nanny and her nasty boyfriend that always touched me in places I didn’t want to be touched. Mind you she only stayed for a month and then went to jail for grand theft from us. She basically stole 3 months of hard work that we never got back and her fiancé / bf left her so he won’t get in trouble. I remembered the touching but never the extreme moments of rape.

Anyway. So I was the weird kid because of all of this right? He still treated me the same and when no one else was watching he would ask me if I was okay. He was friends with my bullies but whenever he was around they wouldn’t be mean to me.

One of his friends started sexually abusing me when I was 9. It was the end of the school year and I was wearing a jean skirt and a hot pink tank top with hello kitty drawn on it and sneakers… his name was Youssef. (This dude forced me to greet him the French way when I met him again in 2022 March, kiss him on both cheeks it was awful I was completely neutral but my heart was beating so fast and I was so glad my cousin was with me and she felt that something very weird was going on) (he also tried dming me when he found my insta, saying how hot I am and how he wants us to be a couple, needless to say I blocked his ass) the abuse happened in tutoring sessions with my teachers present. He would touch me under the table and do anything to get to me, even with his nasty foot and would take my hand and make me touch his private parts. Ugh just thinking about it makes me shiver. Also when I hear tights ripping I get mini flashbacks, like my vision goes blurry and I find myself scared to death.

So Youssef at some point touched me when I started growing body hair (after summer 2015?) I was 12 then and the abuse went on for that long. And after he would abuse me he would make fun of me with the other bullies. He made a disgusting face and still touched me anyways, and and he started calling me a gorilla and a man. A cow and a fatty in Arabic. All the boys started calling me that and it made me feel like a monster… when I was just a little girl minding her own business that got touched without her consent when she was attending expensive tutoring sessions my mom payed for so I get better grades.

Anyway Amir defended me saying that they aren’t real men if they treat a girl like that. And I really appreciated that because he never really stuck up for me like that. He when they said I was fat he told them it’s true I was a bit overweight but I was really good at sports. I also did gymnastics at the time and ballet. So I could do some impressive tricks in gym class.

From that point on I started seeing him in a different light. He was the first man that defended me from other people who wanted to harm me. My dad was busy in Paris working and providing for us. But at least Amir was there. I started seeing him as my Savior. He was always there.

During the year of the 7ème (Tunisian school system I was 12) I developed a huge crush on him.

And I made a best friend called Yasmine, she wasn’t overweight but she was heavier than me (67kg, taller, super fit, puberty hit her early) (I was 62kg when I first turned 12 then my weight skyrocketed ) and I found her very pretty, she was a very light blonde with turquoise eyes that I found absolutely gorgeous (eyes exactly like dabi’s just a bit greener) (kinda had my first girl crush on her but I thought it was friendship) we both liked anime and drawing and we were in the painting club in our school) so I called her after I went back home from my grandparents home (it was a 2 hours long drive from there to home) and I read her the letter. She was like ewww you like himmm???? Out of all the guys in our class?? And I was like yes. He started having a deep voice, always wore sauvage(Dior) perfume. Has a very symmetrical face with harmonious features. was taller than me. Had a good sense of humour…. What’s there not to love. Anyway she wasn’t convinced but she was like you’re my BFF I’ll always be here for you… I took my letter to class on Monday. During after the school lunch time we went back to our class and there was a teacher watching over all the students of our class.

I was sitting next to Yasmine. We were talking about my love letter, and Amène was sitting behind us with her friend, that was also a beautiful girl with big brown eyes, porcelain skin and long silky dark brown hair. They were eavesdropping. And they were shocked that I liked Amir.

Yasmine was suspicious but we ended up showing them the letter. They were absolutely shocked because it was such a long romantic letter, I literally thought I was going to marry this boy. Talking about how I would love it if he was my first kiss… how we would have a home together. How much i admired him as a "man" and what qualities i admired about him. how manly strong and intelligent i thought he was… how i wanted him to be my husband and the father of my children. i really wrote that haha. (i didnt know how babies were made LMFAO) (maybe thats why my grandma was so upset when she read my letter) (but my mom told me when i was five that children were made out of love and i thought i would magically become pregnant after i get married and i would just have to wait one year after marriage and then i would get pregnant LOLOLL)

Anyway I keep getting off topic but!!!! She took my letter and told me « after this you will become a couple with Amir »

She walked all the way up to Amir. She told him to come next to our table and she whispered something I didn’t hear in his ear. He went so red and started reading the letter out loud. Everyone that could hear it was shocked. And I could tell he was going through all kinds of emotions while reading it. After what felt like an eternity of him reading the love letter that I wrote in French. He said he couldn’t believe his eyes and it was the best thing that has ever happened to him. That it was so well written and that he will cherish it forever. Then Amène told him ( his friends (my bullies) that were sitting behind him were listening) that she didn’t wrote it, Sarra did while pointing at me. He was disgusted and threw the letter on the ground saying ew and that he took back everything he said about it. He told me he would never be with me. Ever. That he didn’t find me pretty or cute. That he only loves Amène. It was the worst rejection ever. My heart shattered in million pieces. It hurt me so bad. I had tears in my eyes and I asked the teacher to go to the bathroom. She let me go.

So yeah that’s the story of how little Sarra got rejected for the first time. I still liked Amir but not as much as I did before. Because I didn’t want to love someone who will never be with me.

We are still friends on facebook but we never talk lol. Maybe I should mention this to him… because it was so silly looking back but it really did hurt.

Another moment worth mentioning is that while on a break in PE class I went to the girls bathroom to wash my face and it was empty, the boys bathroom was next to it and Amir went at the same time. The girls bathroom makes your voice echos so I started singing. I loved singing (still do) I was singing we were staying in Paris?? Or closer… I am not sure and the echo effect amplified my voice. When I got out he looked shyly at me and told me I had a really amazing singing voice and that I should be a singer… It made me fall in love all over again because I wasn’t used to compliments… my brother would always tell me that my voice was terrible and I should shut up.

Anyway all my classmates that made fun of me switched up after I lost weight and got rid of my acne. And he was the one that sent me the friend request on Facebook haha… keep in mind at this point I was one year younger than all of my classmates only in France I repeated two years and I found myself as the eldest classmate. Which feels freaking awful btw. Don’t get as bad as I did and have to get hospitalised for months and repeat years. Waste years.

Should I talk about Mehdi next? I think I will.

(I hope someone reads this and I haven’t wasted my time talking about insignificant school girl crushes…) is this interesting guys? Am I wasting my time? Ughh I want to feel closer to my moots haha… you should share your rejection or first instance of crushes… I would gladly read.

[falcemartello]

Follie ideologiche

Il gas serra più importante è il vapore acqueo che crea un aumento della temperatura superficiale terrestre di 21 °C, mentre la CO2 solo di 7 °C e gli altri gas serra complessivamente di 5°C. Allora uno si chiederebbe, ma perché tanta preoccupazione per la CO2?

La risposta è semplice e disarmante. Perché la CO2 la possiamo ‘regolare’, nel senso di stabilire regole come la tassa sulla sua emissione. Non possiamo fare lo stesso con il vapore acqueo.

Così chi vuole, può governare l’uso dell’energia nel mondo.

Senza interventi, dopo altri 30 anni (2050) la T salirebbe di altri 0,45 °C arrivando a + 0,9 °C.

Gli interventi previsti con NET ZERO nel 2050, ci risparmierebbero la bellezza di 0,22 °C di riscaldamento. A che prezzo?

Secondo la McKensey & Comapny solo di investimenti si spenderanno 275 trilioni di dollari da qui al 2050, 9,2 triliono l'anno. Per ogni cent. di °C di riscaldamento evitato, ci costerà 275/22 = 12,5 trilioni.

Il Pil EU nel 2021 è stato di 14 trilioni di euro!

F.N.

[sjonni33]

this is like. super embarrassing but yeah :/ i ripped my only pair of jeans today, which really sucks :( disability support has until nov 8 to decide over my case and until then i have 0 income except from the tiny bits i scrap by. uhm if anyone could like, spare a euro maybe? i'd be very grateful. i also have things listed in my shop, some are only 1 cent (or whatever you want to pay for it), i also have some stickers here, here and here. some prints here and here . shipping is as low as it can be <3 and i also offer discount codes (use RATASSES for 5% off!!) you can also commission me!!

i'd appreciate any help, even just in the form of sharing this post or reblogging/sharing my art!!

GOAL HAS BEEN REACHED!!!!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!

[kermakatti]

I had a dream in which I was in some weird arcade casino bar hybrid with some of my friends and two dragons, who might've also been my friends but whatever. The place had a wide variety of bizarre games and gambling machines, mostly electronic things with monitors and such but also some older electro-mechanical devices. Some of them were clearly bootlegs and I remember there being a big arcade cabinet for Sakarin villapaitapeli

I won some kind of huge jackpot on an ancient Finnish mechanical slot machine (which worked fine with euro coins somehow) but when I went to cash it out, it all came out as 1-5 cent coins and they started piling up in front of the machine until the room I was in looked like Scrooge McDuck's money vault except bronze. I didn't know what to do with all of it so I just left the building embarrassed while the slot machine kept gushing out more cents

[0glitched0-1out1]

ANYWAYS then we went back to the square of the city, she got a kebab and i wanted to get an ice cream. now i never get two things in the same evenin, cus often the money i spend are from my dad cus im still a student and i dunno, im not working at summer 🤙, but DAMN i got a the highest score possible at a really difficul test for Italians, so i was like, damn ima spoil myself. now here we use euros. at first i thought the ice cream was 2.30, but it was 2.80. and i had only 2.50. so i looked at slow-ass (-b*tch) for 30 cents, that in dollars is exactly the same thing, 0.3 dollars. she had like, 7 euros, but she looked at me like she was ANNOYED. LIKE BITCH IM ASKING FOR 0.3 CENTS, NOT 5 EUROS. (💀) at last she didnt want to give them to me. now its not like the fact that i didnt get my bootiful amazing ice cream craving of my period bothered me that much, it was mostly the way she acted ALL EVENING.

i think she staying at home for a month or two 🥰

Lmao-

Well did you atleast still have a good day?

[sidratsadaqah]

HELP ALAA AND HER KIDS EVACUATE GAZA!!!

Alaa Shaban and her 4 kids are currently stuck in Gaza and are hoping to evacuate due to the fatal living situation there. They need 60.000€ to evacuate from Gaza and with just 5 Euros YOU can HELP THEM. The challenge goes like this:

1. Donate 5€ yourself

2. Send the Link to 5 of your contacts and encourage them to donate 5€ as well

3. Encourage these 5 contacts to share the Link to 5 other contacts and keep these steps going (send them the steps)

Please don’t underestimate ANY donations. Every cent brings Alaa and her kids closer to being able to leave Gaza and live in peace.

Please please please donate. Please.

[makotoscoffee]

little Kenan and his family have nothing and they are still displaced. they have to be able to stay alive until the borders open again, and they're at 57.6k of their 90k euros goal!! Imagine if it were 57 dollars and sixty cents out of 90, and everyone gave 32.4 dollars to bridge the gap. those donations would pile up and they'd reach their goal as it it were that easy, because it will be easy if we come together! and if you don't have 30, give 15 and know that someone else has the other half! or maybe six people can give 5 dollars!

Spread this so that everyone can help bridge that gap, and we'll help save this boy and his family!

[tsukuyomiland]

My collection of coins

Hey there, as I talked about my coins in that post about collections, I felt like showing it off. Is a very humble one, but I like it, and it's nice to add some more to the collection thanks to my own travels or my friends thinking of me when they go to other countries. Also many of these coins were given to me through my father's family members, who many worked as sailors, and my uncle, who was a captain of the merchant navy, and would give me these coins as gift when I was a child.

5 Pesos coins from Colombia

A dime, a quarter and a Sacagawea dollar from my honeymoon in USA. I specially loved to get the Sacagawea dollar, I felt very lucky.

10, 5 and 100 Rupees from Sri Lanka. The picture in the bill is so pretty.

A bunch of Escudos from Portugal. This currency doesn't exist anymore as it has been replaced by the Euro. As Portugal is a republic, the back of the coins portray historical portuguese personalities.

A bunch of 5 Céntimos coins from Venezuela. My grand aunt lives there, and my grandma used to give me these everytime she went to visit her. The curious piece in this bunch is the copper one, as it is the oldest one of them and the last batch of these coins made in this material.

A bunch of Canadian cents from the second half of 20th century.

10 and 50 pfennig and 5 Marks from Germany. My brother brought me these from a trip he made there right before the change to Euro, so these are from the 90s.

5 Francs from France, their pre-Euro currency. A friend who went to Eurodisney in the first half of the 90s gave it to me.

This one is one of my jewels: 5 Krone from Norway! In my life I could dream of stepping in Norway before the Euro era, so for me, getting this coin as a child was like getting a coin from some fantasy country! I still cherish it dearly. Funnily enough, I don't remember how it came to me.

I will continue in another post as I reached the picture limit :P

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I bought one orange and a bottle of apple juice today

I paid 5 euros

no wait, let me repeat that you might not understand the gravity of what I'm saying here

I paid FIVE euros - full fucking euros (meaning 5 euro pieces each worth 100 cents, in total the equivalent to 540 american cents) - for one (1) singular orange, a single piece of fruit okay? and a bottle of, not even a full liter it's 0,75 liters in this bottle of apple juice- it's not even the good juice it's not even bio do you understand me? it's not even fucking bio! there were several more expensive options to choose from and I bought an "affordable" brand okay? I chose one of the least expensive options and it still, it still cost five euros - same with the orange, do you understand me? it wasn't even bio - I could have gone to the family owned vegetable and fruit store and gotten a more expensive singular orange and I chose, deliberately to buy the less expensive fruit in a grocery chain where you can weigh your fruit on your own and it was more than a euro for a singular fruit, I went to Italy once and they gifted you buckets of oranges because the trees were so fruitful and I bought one, one singular shitty orange and one bottle of, not even a full liter, one bottle of low class cheap ass apple juice

and it was 5 euros