Good thyroid function of their mothers' during pregnancy stage, good thyroid function during childhood/puberty. Not much exposure to bad environment/food goes a long way.
"INCELS could be here" >she though, "I've never been in this board before. There could be INCELS anywhere." The webcam focused on >her bare chest. "I HATE INCELS" >she thought. Relaxing jazz background music for coffee shop reverberated >her entire room, making it pulsate even as the 2$ wine circulated through >her thick varicose veins and washed away >her (merited) fear of incels on the internet. "With a computer, you can squeeze simps anywhere you want" >she said to >herself, out loud
The girl sat looking into the camera. Her clothes lay strewn across the floor, her bed unmade. She was one of millions of her contemporary society, thinking herself something. Genetic memory had led her to an impasse; external input circularities had shutdown her better impulses, turning her against her own kind and drawing her to a slow momentum. It was true that she had forgotten herself, but as with many of the Emperors people even without her mind she could not submit to the degraded lifestyle imposed upon her by the Germoid Scum.
"kill," said the Emperor, projecting this message through His blood, back to the age of technobarbarians, "kill," he said, over and over.
Reviewbrah had just finished recording his long awaited video on the new Double Doozy McCrunch, a vile creation whose powerful aftertaste could not be dulled by the accompanying can of McSlurp—in fact the drink had its own vile flavor, and, tangling with the remains of the McCrunch, somehow accentuated the foulness of them both. In his own words: "genuinely reminiscent of garbage."
Then, while loosening the camera from its tripod, a feeling shot through Reviewbrah's body and mind. Something was wrong. Terribly, horribly wrong. Following a fleeting moment of unraveling realizations he could see it more and more clearly: a cosmic prank had been played on him all his life—no—he himself was the joke, and he found it brilliant. For the order of things had been flipped on its head; he was not supposed to be reviewing things at all. That was just him finding an outlet for his yearning soul's ultimate desire: to be viewed and desired for what he, himself, was. Sure, he had gotten lots of attention via his exceedingly popular reviews—a veritable internet sensation, some might've called him—but that attention did not equate to praise, nor desire. Something had to change. He had to change.
This white b***h walked into the room. Plain Jane. Absolutely no meat on her. Her lazy hair follicles draping her head like a dirty mop upside down. Adding to her previously mentioned stick figure, her head looked huge. Perfect distraction from her rat-like face. Accessories thrown around randomly, some pierced ears, huge glasses, to distract from how ugly white people tend to b***h. And I mean real white. Not no fricking Micks or Dagos. This b***h looks like she considers rotting fish a delicacy. The redeeming factor is the motivation ingrained in me to hate frick her oddly pale and frighteningly red pussy. Just think about the nut and everything else can lay resting.
she wanted to frick me. i said no. she didn't understand. how could I explain that I had better at home and not have her turn to twitter destroy my life. i tell her she's too young. she doesn't care. i tell her I'm too old. she doesn't care. i tell her I slept with her father and can't be with her. she eases back. she posts my pic to twitter outing her father in celebration of whatever homosexual thing is trending that day. my life is still ruined. b***hes ruin everything.
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Some have naturally beautiful faces. There are plenty of women who would still be beautiful without makeup etc.
This chick is just a collection of youth/sophistication signifiers pasted on a completely unappealing (yet very neotenous) face.
She spent hours pondering the exact degree she should turn her body, the more the slimmer she would look, but too much and it would seem fake. Her hair styled in just a way to make it look messy, her head tilted to the exact degree to be most appealing, everything in the background carefully placed or removed to cultivate the perfect image of herself.
Once posted, anything but high praise would of been devastating. To her attractiveness was self worth. Self esteem was nothing more then how attractive she thought she was.
Why did she do it? she did not know. She told herself she was empowering herself, but this was a lie. Was it for attention? male validation? Addiction to likes? It's all part of the the mental illness that stems from the many experiments tested on the children of her generation which had ruined any hope of their normal development.
Ugly b***h. End...
Sexy swiftie e-girl. Yummy.
Why are some people so offensively beautiful bros
Good thyroid function of their mothers' during pregnancy stage, good thyroid function during childhood/puberty. Not much exposure to bad environment/food goes a long way.
oh look pretty woman, me have to ruin board by spamming my simp shit.
"INCELS could be here" >she though, "I've never been in this board before. There could be INCELS anywhere." The webcam focused on >her bare chest. "I HATE INCELS" >she thought. Relaxing jazz background music for coffee shop reverberated >her entire room, making it pulsate even as the 2$ wine circulated through >her thick varicose veins and washed away >her (merited) fear of incels on the internet. "With a computer, you can squeeze simps anywhere you want" >she said to >herself, out loud
wh-
The girl sat looking into the camera. Her clothes lay strewn across the floor, her bed unmade. She was one of millions of her contemporary society, thinking herself something. Genetic memory had led her to an impasse; external input circularities had shutdown her better impulses, turning her against her own kind and drawing her to a slow momentum. It was true that she had forgotten herself, but as with many of the Emperors people even without her mind she could not submit to the degraded lifestyle imposed upon her by the Germoid Scum.
"kill," said the Emperor, projecting this message through His blood, back to the age of technobarbarians, "kill," he said, over and over.
She is really beautiful, and makes one wonder if her vagin is available of viewing on the internet wide web.
Looks like a hapa but happas don't do trad pandering. They do TikTOnlyFans bait or dykey feminism with a touch of racial grievance.
She doesn't just tradbait to be fair
8yr olds dude >:(
So? Her nymphette aesthetic works better the younger she is
>leeeeoooooon heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp
>help me leon
Cute eastern European girl takes a photo of herself.
She's from the Netherlands
Sexo I say, sexo indeed, for I need sexo at day and 'fore sleep, come fair maiden, sexo we shall perform, for sexo I crave when I witness your form
im 100% sure i made that gondola doge years ago and posted it on /vg/
Reviewbrah had just finished recording his long awaited video on the new Double Doozy McCrunch, a vile creation whose powerful aftertaste could not be dulled by the accompanying can of McSlurp—in fact the drink had its own vile flavor, and, tangling with the remains of the McCrunch, somehow accentuated the foulness of them both. In his own words: "genuinely reminiscent of garbage."
Then, while loosening the camera from its tripod, a feeling shot through Reviewbrah's body and mind. Something was wrong. Terribly, horribly wrong. Following a fleeting moment of unraveling realizations he could see it more and more clearly: a cosmic prank had been played on him all his life—no—he himself was the joke, and he found it brilliant. For the order of things had been flipped on its head; he was not supposed to be reviewing things at all. That was just him finding an outlet for his yearning soul's ultimate desire: to be viewed and desired for what he, himself, was. Sure, he had gotten lots of attention via his exceedingly popular reviews—a veritable internet sensation, some might've called him—but that attention did not equate to praise, nor desire. Something had to change. He had to change.
This white b***h walked into the room. Plain Jane. Absolutely no meat on her. Her lazy hair follicles draping her head like a dirty mop upside down. Adding to her previously mentioned stick figure, her head looked huge. Perfect distraction from her rat-like face. Accessories thrown around randomly, some pierced ears, huge glasses, to distract from how ugly white people tend to b***h. And I mean real white. Not no fricking Micks or Dagos. This b***h looks like she considers rotting fish a delicacy. The redeeming factor is the motivation ingrained in me to hate frick her oddly pale and frighteningly red pussy. Just think about the nut and everything else can lay resting.
she wanted to frick me. i said no. she didn't understand. how could I explain that I had better at home and not have her turn to twitter destroy my life. i tell her she's too young. she doesn't care. i tell her I'm too old. she doesn't care. i tell her I slept with her father and can't be with her. she eases back. she posts my pic to twitter outing her father in celebration of whatever homosexual thing is trending that day. my life is still ruined. b***hes ruin everything.
That's a man
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Remove all the fashion, makeup, and hair, and this chick would be a four, tops.
>Remove all the fashion, makeup, and hair, and women would be fours, tops.
fixed it for you
Some have naturally beautiful faces. There are plenty of women who would still be beautiful without makeup etc.
This chick is just a collection of youth/sophistication signifiers pasted on a completely unappealing (yet very neotenous) face.
>Remove all the fashion, makeup, and hair, and this woman would be a naked. Hot.
Ftfy
Describe this image in your best prose.
She spent hours pondering the exact degree she should turn her body, the more the slimmer she would look, but too much and it would seem fake. Her hair styled in just a way to make it look messy, her head tilted to the exact degree to be most appealing, everything in the background carefully placed or removed to cultivate the perfect image of herself.
Once posted, anything but high praise would of been devastating. To her attractiveness was self worth. Self esteem was nothing more then how attractive she thought she was.
Why did she do it? she did not know. She told herself she was empowering herself, but this was a lie. Was it for attention? male validation? Addiction to likes? It's all part of the the mental illness that stems from the many experiments tested on the children of her generation which had ruined any hope of their normal development.
>She spent hours pondering the exact degree she should turn
PFFFFFPBPBPB HAHAHHA. It doesn’t take long at all
Another low-effort thread.