wearing a hoodie and plaid pajama bottoms.

Salt spray stung her skin. The wind whipped her bare legs. Her cheek rested on his sweatshirt as he cradled her against his chest.

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It was blustery and cold, especially for Florida. He didn’t zip her into a jacket or wrap her in a blanket. All the 5-year-old had on were shorts and her green cat T-shirt.

And let go.

Two months after the termination of the Tumblr teens,

This has not changed Tumblr’s mind about the banned users.

So in between Tumblr posts about life’s daily tragedies,

Exposely had a major selling point for kids in a similar position to So-Relatable:

Still, they continued with Exposely, sometimes working 60 hours a week

But at the end of 2013, disaster:

Lilley and Greenfield felt the sting of a bad exchange a few times,

umblr teens need to be sophisticated about making money,

In November 2012, Lilley and Greenfield were contacted by

At Tumblr headquarters, I found myself in a contest of name-

“Life hacks” are simple tips to make your life a bit better in the tiniest ways,

I spent the day with them

Tumblr teens call many of these jokes “relatable.” This is partially due to the success of Zach Lilley and Jeremy Greenfield,

Heartbreak is a recurring theme on these Tumblrs, so is skewering the chipper but futile commands of self-help.

When this post appeared in my feed, I sent it to several friends who use a group chat at work: “How do they know?”

“Tumblr culture

Tumblr headquarters in New York is brightly lit and slightly too warm,

When Tumblr launched in 2007, the simple layout—text, photo, quote, link, chat, audio, video—was its primary appeal:

Each social media network creates a particular kind of teenage star:

It had taken Pizza more than two years to reach this milestone. In late 2010 she had signed up for Tumblr,

When Pizza reached 100,000 followers on Tumblr, she posted a picture of a pizza box, takeout chicken wings, and an orange soda spread out on her bed: “pizza and chicken wings 2 celebrate.” One fan replied, “CONGRATULATIONS GIRL! YOU DESERVE IT!” Another: “MOTHER OF GOD 100K?!?!” An anonymous user was unimpressed: “you only have 100k because of ur url.” But Pizza shot that down: “uh no i had 93k before i got this url so excuse u.”

Around 540 million years ago,

In 2007

n his lab at Lund University in Sweden

“If you ask people what animal eyes are used for, they’ll say: same thing as human eyes. But that’s not true. It’s not true at all.”

He was patient and alert to detail, qualities ingrained in a sharpshooter trained to lie atop a building for hours, studying a window through a rifle scope. He interviewed school administrators, who confirmed what Peters had said.

“I was calling because, uh, my daughter’s a student at Plaza Vista Elementary School,” said the caller. “And uh, I’m concerned one of the parent volunteers there may be under, uh, under the influence or, uh, using drugs. I was, I just had to go over to the school and, uh, I was, I saw a car driving very erratically.”

On a normal shift, Shaver could expect to handle barking-dog calls, noisy-neighbor calls, shoplifters and car burglaries, maybe a car wreck or two. He was a sniper on the Irvine Police SWAT team, armed with cutting-edge equipment that was the envy of other departments, but had never needed to pull the trigger. He was 40, a former NCIS investigator with the Marines.

Around campus, she was the mom everyone knew. She had a natural rapport with children. She could double them over with her impression of Applejack, the plucky country gal from the “My Little Pony” TV series. She would wait with them until their parents came to pick them up from the after-school program, but she couldn’t bring herself to enforce the dollar-a-minute late fines.

In Irvine, she found a master-planned city where bars and liquor stores, pawnshops and homeless shelters had been methodically purged, where neighborhoods were regulated by noise ordinances, lawn-length requirements and mailbox-uniformity rules. For its size, Irvine consistently ranked as America’s safest city. It was 66 square miles, with big fake lakes, 54 parks, 219,000 people, and 62,912 trees. Anxiety about crime was poured into the very curve of the streets and the layout of the parks, all conceived on drawing boards to deter lawbreaking. From the color of its lookalike homes to the height of the grass, life in Irvine was meticulously regulated. (Christina House / For The Times) For all that outsiders mocked Irvine as a place of sterile uniformity, she had become comfortable in its embrace. She had been beguiled by the reputation of the schools, which boasted a 97% college-admission rate. The muted beige strip malls teemed with tutoring centers. If neighboring Newport Beach had more conspicuous flourishes of wealth, like mega-yachts and ocean-cliff mansions, the status competition in Irvine — where so many of the big houses looked pretty much alike — centered on education. Plaza Vista was a year-round public school in a coveted neighborhood, and after six years she knew the layout as well as her own kitchen. The trim campus buildings, painted to harmonize with the neighborhood earth tones, suggested a medical office-park; out back were an organic garden, a climbing wall and a well-kept athletic field fringed by big peach-colored homes.

. Kelli Peters handed them over. She told herself she had nothing to fear, that all he’d find inside her PT Cruiser was beach sand, dog hair, maybe one of her daughter’s toys. They were outside Plaza Vista School in Irvine, where she had watched her daughter go from kindergarten to fifth grade, where any minute now the girl would be getting out of class to look for her. Parents had entrusted their own kids to Peters for years; she was the school’s PTA president and the heart of its after-school program. Now she watched as her ruin seemed to unfold before her. Watched as the cop emerged from her car holding a Ziploc bag of marijuana, 17 grams worth, plus a ceramic pot pipe, plus two smaller EZY Dose Pill Pouch baggies, one with 11 Percocet pills, another with 29 Vicodin. It was enough to send her to jail, and more than enough to destroy her name. Her legs buckled and she was on her knees, shaking violently and sobbing and insisting the drugs were not hers. The cop, a 22-year veteran, had found drugs on many people, in many settings. When caught, they always lied.

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Can using DHMO improve my marriage?

Dihydrogen Monoxide overdose in these patients can result in congestive heart failure, pulmonary edema and hypertension.

The incidence of gun violence seems to be rising at an alarming rate

a fact that the raw numbers and careful research both bear ou

public awareness of the real and daily dangers of Dihydrogen Monoxide is lower than some think it should be.

Research conducted by award-winning U.S. scientist Nathan Zohner concluded that roughly 86 percent of the population supports a ban on dihydrogen monoxide. Although his results are preliminary, Zohner believes people need to pay closer attention to the information presented to them regarding Dihydrogen Monoxide. He adds that if more people knew the truth about DHMO then studies like the one he conducted would not be necessary. A similar study conducted by U.S. researchers Patrick K. McCluskey and Matthew Kulick also found that nearly 90 percent of the citizens participating in their study were willing to sign a petition to support an outright ban on the use of Dihydrogen Monoxide in the United States.

Dihydrogen Monoxide (DHMO) is a colorless and odorless chemical compound, also referred to by some as Dihydrogen Oxide, Hydrogen Hydroxide, Hydronium Hydroxide, or simply Hydric acid

Take advantage of your education and learn something.

Critical thinkers: Try to understand and then describe what someone claims; Determine the merit of those claims by applying criteria; and Rationally justify their criteria (explain their reasoning process).

One of the main purposes of a good education is to learn to think critically. Critical thinking leads to one of the highest forms of human knowing.

Most of all, if you believe and duplicate what you read and hear others say, then you might be a dupe.

R U a dupe?

Duff was struck by how thoroughly the Irvine police had investigated a crime in which the victim had suffered no physical harm. They had put 20 detectives on the case against Kent and Jill Easter at one time or another, and the lead investigator had spent six months on it exclusively.

Easter said it just didn’t occur to him to look for her texts. “I had no idea they were in

“I mean, she has ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ on her cellphone, correct?”

He had an air of bloodless detachment that came across as arrogance.

Her tone was growing angrier and angrier. “I’m not going to be fine, do you understand me? Don’t just put your head in the sand! This is the moment, this is when I needed someone and you turned your back on me! And I will not survive this!”

Into the story, on the very morning the search warrants were served, stumbled a strapping off-duty firefighter — Jill Easter’s married paramour.

When wronged, the heroine burned for revenge and applied her patient, formidable intelligence to the task of exacting it.

eters, who had volunteered for years without controversy, was badly shaken. She worried how the attention might affect the school.

He would race up to her, proud of his drawings.

ut the weird thing was she never changed her facial expression. It was always the same weird smile.”

She had quit her practice to become a stay-at-home mom in Irvine, and by appearance her daily routine was unexceptional: play dates at the community pool, sushi with girlfriends, hair salons, Starbucks, yoga. He was logging 60-hour workweeks as a partner in one of Orange County’s biggest law firms, with a 14th-floor office overlooking Newport Beach.

The couple had three young children, a cat named Emerald and a closetful of board games. On their nightstand were photos of their wedding in Sonoma wine country

The drugs were easy to find. They were sticking out of the pouch behind the driver’s seat.

“I hope someone stops me.”

There are implications for child safety. This is due to the family’s history of prior reports ... and to the father’s history of child abuse and neglect, DCF concluded on June 7, 2013.

As usual, Michelle dropped the charges

Phoebe was almost nonverbal, said Linda, 50. She would just stand still and stare

Five days later, an updated report dismissed the concerns because John and Michelle were in counseling.

John’s father, John Jonchuck Sr. , was a hard-drinking construction worker who got arrested for beating John’s mom and lost his license after too many DUIs. He moved away when John was 3.

In St. Petersburg, a police car pulled behind and followed, lights off.

She did this even as she told doctors and new friends in Missouri that he was a drug addict who had abandoned his daughter. Meanwhile, Rod and Kristy spoke to Gypsy pretty often. They always planned to visit, but “for one reason or another, it would never work out,” Rod said. { "id": 9461759 } Share On facebook Share On facebook Share Share On pinterest Share On pinterest Share On pinterest Share On pinterest Pin Share On email Share On email Email Share On copy Share On copy Copy Link Share On facebook Share On facebook Share Share On pinterest Share On pinterest Share On pinterest Share On pinterest Pin { "id": 945445518 } Rod continued to send, as he always had, $1,200 a month in child support to a New Orleans bank account.

The story of a mother and disabled daughter left without anything proved irresistible to local press.

It turned out that, in fact, Gypsy hadn’t used a wheelchair from the moment she left her house a few days earlier. She didn’t need one. She could walk just fine, there was nothing wrong with her muscles, and she had no medication or oxygen tank with her either. Her hair was short and spiky, but she wasn’t bald — her head had simply been shaved, all her life, to make her appear ill. She was well-spoken, if shaken by recent events. The disabled child she’d long been in the eyes of others was nowhere to be found. It was all a fraud, she told the police. All of it. Every last bit. Her mother had made her do it.

So when Gypsy confided in Aleah, it was through a secret Facebook account, under the name Emma Rose.

As Pinegar understood it, he'd never sent them a dime, not even when Dee Dee and Gypsy had lost everything in Hurricane Katrina.

she’d had to flee her abusive family with Gypsy. It was her own father, Gypsy’s grandfather, who’d been the last straw; he’d burned Gypsy with cigarettes.