I have a rage for people who don’t abide by rules, has nothing to do with them but the silly delusion that someone else is working to put the structure that protects them in place. Must be fun being parented all the time.
This is better. I get to conquer new territories, slay the men there, and take their wives and daughters
but now i have to write “be my gf” on a plate in restaurant for a crumb of used pussy
Talent is a myth. Time is the determining factor of whatever outcome you produce. Sloughing off hobbies to focus on a craft sounded like shitty advice to me, it was so true.
Going against the odds isn’t fun, people might try to shove how rules can be broken into your faces but only the exceptions prevail and more often than not it was never done out of intention but obsession with they could have been.
Going against the odds isn’t fun, people might try to shove how rules can be broken into your faces but only the exceptions prevail and more often than not it was never done out or intention but obsession with they could have been.
People who aren’t cautious with words scare me, I have had to be reminded again and again that consciousness is built on words, very surprising when someone disregards existing.
That phase where you start losing your preferences in women crazy as fuck, reality sets in and all you remember from the fat ass women twerking online is her trying to take a shit.
The human ability to make excuses for pleasurable activities that ruin your life is beyond logic, just makes no fucking sense, and being self aware changes nada.
Very bleak to say, but the thought that fucks ups have to exist as a moral boost and cautionary tale to exceptions is gratifying. Their pleasure is your pain and vice versa, no one loses really.