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The Complete Works of Arthur Conan Doyle. I do not need more.
I'm getting better at listening to audiobooks (that sounds moronic, I know.) but I'm having to rewind less now. I took a break from listening because having to rewind every ten seconds was pissing me off and for some reason, I'm just better now.
zoomerbrain
Probably a little bit, I do genuinely think I have ADHD though but I'm not gonna self diagnose.
Germanic, Sauromatian, Saxon, Xaka, Goth, Visigoth, Burgundian, Frank, Helvetian, Helvedian, Svedian, Shwediar, Sakasuna, Sporoi, Spalatian, Warangian.
I just keep arguing with myself and talking with imaginary people outloud. Is this normal?
probably not, You are aware there are faults in yourself, or outside problems, and your brain acknowledges that problem, so it slaps a face to it, so when irritation arrives your brain shows you the face that has a connection to that problem
but my brain doesnt show any faces. My talking outloud (besides arguing with myself) feels like I'm explaining things to an invisible audience or person.
You're lonely bro
Yeah but I need to get along with myself.
Why are you asking? I did this all the time and questioned it. It serves me well, so I don't see any reason of questioning it
If you can think of times in your life that you've treated people with extraordinary decency and love, and pure uninterested concern, just because they were valuable as human beings. The ability to do that with ourselves. To treat ourselves the way we would treat a really good, precious friend. Or a tiny child of ours that we absolutely loved more than life itself. And I think it's probably possible to achieve that. I think part of the job we're here for is to learn how to do it. I know that sounds a little pious. -- David Foster Wallace
RIP
How can he realize something so correct and important and deep then proceed to khs?
Major depressive disorder
Yeah, but he was a smart person. Why didnt he just think it through?
Not everything can be solved with logic
How does one solve Major depressive disorder then?
you dont
that's just how the world is, with so many people being ill being great can't possibly be the ultimate goal anyways. it has to be something that is achievable by anyone, but stays an exceedingly hard task. figure that out yourself
>you dont
damn, no way out except suicide?
I'm not even sure suicide is a way out so no way out at all king
Im stuck with it for the rest of my life. Well, shit sucks then.
Stop being an animal and live a moral life.
Important and deep? He just says "bro I know it sounds kinda gay but like, think of how you sometimes are good. like, i think we should do that dude, but Im not like preaching."
frick me is this supposed to be wisdom?
you better be a teenager.
Kek. Literally read it and thought this exactly. Of course he killed himself with this “wisdom”.
Are they though?
Im not sure thats adrenaline. Its an interesting take although this feeling is much more serene and peaceful, adrenaline feels more scary
I am completely overwhelmed. There is so much I have to do that I can’t even do one thing. Every day I’m rotting away, trapped in my head and only ever thinking about what I should do but never actually doing it. By the time I have to go to bed I am completely exhausted and fall asleep quickly, not because I’ve exerted myself but because all the thinking and worrying is draining my energy. My youth is slipping away faster and faster and I keep maneuvering myself into a worse and worse position. I am a failure and I am not cut out for this life. If only my family didn’t look toward me to eventually carry them on my shoulders I would relent and accept my fate as a subhuman.
I got the luckiest find ever.
Finally watching Berzerk after my brothers been pushing it on me for a couple years. (I got him into dark souls). Im on episode 4 and I am not enjoying it.
Why is Starbucks almost entirely staffef by women
Because men hate that kind of work. The absolute worst at anything like it are big dumb guys that look like they could take down Bigfoot with their bare hands.
I hate Canada.
If I lived in the States, Amazon would just send me cheques. But publishing from Canada, I need to give them my banking info for direct deposit.
Bloody hellhole.
What a hardship
First world problems are the only ones that matter because they get posted online.
It is tough. It is tough to finally realize that I am not great.
When I was a child and even all the way into my late teens I thought that I would somehow figure it out and, as an adult, I would have everything I want. In my case that's a house, a nice car, an interesting job that challenges me in all the right ways and feels more like an adventure than work.
I am average. I am 30 years old and I don't have any of those things. I'm renting a small apartment, I have a 13-year-old car.
Is it too late for me? Probably not. But I also don't believe that I will do anything about it. Because I am not special.
>he has a car
atleast you have that.
t. another 30 year old rentoid
H.R. Giger really wasn't all that great
Piss off
---- Solaria ----
0814
Lucio sans Overdone
Who'd have thought that Joseph's Coat amaranth
And cardinal vine would look magazine unreal together.
In any proper shirt I look a little like that
Behind heavy sleek wheels
Where the wind is what you see, but hardly feel or hear.
I'm striking over having to look for a job.
me 2. im on employment insurance from november -> november
oh shit thats coming up quick..
im never going back to the wage cage bros
i just dont care
Compared to you I'm old as Lear, and on strike forever. The only part of it I miss is the social. Big cities can seem like small towns in some situations.
Thinking about how mad trasnlations can be a source of propaganda. For example, if you listen to L'internationale in most languages it talks about parasites that feed on our blood, yet, when you hear the english translation it talks about "hope and love"
oh, yea? common occurrence even? do you have an example from the last 100 years? 120?
I’ve read all your comments in this thread and my most concise conclusion about you all is that you’re all homosexuals. Especially OP. I bet that skull is male and you’ve fricked it haven’t you OP?
Ever handled an actual skull? I did in biology class, one that was very cleanly cut and hinged for a look about the braincase. Somehow I doubt a Yorick inhabited it once.
No I have never done that. The only thing I did in biology class was dissect a bull’s eye. I envy you.
Is there a bigger indicator for idiocy than when someone starts talking about "the Other"?
I really fricked up the “life plan” these last few years, since COVID lockdowns really, and I’m struggling to get over the regret I feel for not doing things I’m doing just now several years ago.
You and a billion other homies
I don't think I ever had a life plan.
Better late than never
Healthy digestion, a stronger back, and a can-do attitude!
Is it cringe that after reading Bowling Alone and binge-watching a bunch of “the west is collapsing” videos, that I’m now really REALLY interested in sociology?
Being interested in things is never cringe, anon.
Follow and kindle your interests. That is how you live a life of meaning and depth.
Read these
>Michels, Political Parties
>Mosca, The Ruling Class
>Pareto, Mind and Society
and if you get depressed, read
>Pitrim Sorokin, Altruistic Love
Can america hurry up and collapse already, it's gay and i want to see it burn and overrun by cartels
>inb4 already happening
not nearly fast enough as i'd like
>tfw live in a border state
Real possibility I'll have a shootout with cartels.
if a collapse happened the border would be expanded northward so you'd just end up in mexico
I'm basically already in mexico
indeed you are kek
out of curiosity, is it true that hispanics hunt down the Black folk away from their territories?
Yes. They have really viscous gang wars.
Are they all made of slime?
Yeah Mexicans are this odd race of slime people. Whenever they're standing still they jiggle like jello. The girls give great head too
I'm so fricking horny guys. This is a nightmare
So stop fricking them
Is a communications degree better than a philosophy degree
I dreamt I was traveling and I had a dog with me
He was a good boy
Is anyone else extremely paranoid about their real name being recognized on here?
It's not as though people IRL don't know of my connection to IQfy. I've posted on social media that I've posted on this site. But on IQfy itself I'm very averse to drawing attention to myself in any "real life" capacity. Like, I'd never get a trip, I'd never want to be a namegay, I don't want to share the writing on here that I've published under my own name, etc..
I'm paranoid, almost neurotic, about all this. I feel like my desire not to be an attention prostitute on IQfy has sunk into my bones. I just want to be an Anon, like all the other Anons. Out in the real world I can draw attention to myself, be famous, etc.. But on here, I don't want to be.
The only thing that might convince me to change this is if I thought sharing my writing on here would help me get read. I think IQfy would like at least some of my stuff. But as I mentioned, I have a paranoid aversion to sharing it here. I just don't think it's in the spirit of this site to draw attention to yourself that way.
>I'd never get a trip, I'd never want to be a namegay
That's just called being normal
Sharing writing is no big deal but if you feel a need to namegay you're a homosexual.
People already know who I am so no
>saw another bmwf couple with their kid today
Why do white women hate themselves and their country so much? Why are they like this? I swear if I ever see an interracial couple It's 9 out 10 times a white woman with a nog. Is it just social pressure and conformity, or do they really hate themselves and their race and want to run as further as they can from their perceived 'evil' past? I'm losing hope...
white women don't make good wives anymore, anon. even if Black folk date them please know you haven't lost anything you wanted
Black males have this libidinous vitality to them that women just absolutely adore. Go to Japan, and you'll see a very similar pattern: Japanese women with foreign men, not rarely blacks. Japanese men are
just low t.
bmwf are either tyrone and stacy of white trash and ghetto guy. Really weird. The only other pairing as contentious is wmaf.
should i see Waiting For Godot (the play) starring Michael Shannon and Paul Sparks later this year? it'd be my first time experiencing Waiting For Godot, i haven't read it or anything
Why loose your virginity if you can just lie you lost your virginity
Takes literally zero effort for the same reward
Germanics are ruddy Eastern people clothed in Western
Germany should never have been allowed to get more powerful than Austria, that was an enormous mistake that Europe is still paying for to this day. Vienna should be the primary Germanic city, not Berlin or Munich.
>I was taken aback by this man's eccentric taste in interior decor, but none was so striking as the large german shepherd painting with the Kinkade-esqe backdrop contrasting the hound's officer garb. "You look at that painting", he bellowed while raising his arm and pointing, "that is my grandfather, you do not touch the portrait of my grandfather. If you ever do, I will nail your hands to their mark, and BLOOD will start dripping down like MILK." And I was like WHAAAAAAAAAT!?!?!
When I got my first paycheck, I commissioned an erotica short story where Astrid from How to Train Your Dragon and Anna from Frozen are college cheerleaders and jerk me off.
Young maid Catriona had had enough of the even younger gentleman squire’s obstreperousness. She was a rural lass of seventeen and had previously been in the employ for a couple of years of young master Reggie’s grandfather, his Lordship the Count of Fairequin, to whom she had lost her flower a mere month after entering his service. By the time his lordship expired at the ripe old age of seventy nine, three years after, she had dexterously learned to manage her quim and thereby had the count at her beck and whim: amassing a small fortune as a result, both directly as a consequence of the gifts the count would routinely avidly confer on her, but also by pilfering from the old master’s boudoir: fine clothes and diverse pocketable objects of silver.
However, this small fortune was ultimately all squandered by her brother, an inveterate gambler. Thus she had no choice but to continue in the employ of the Fairequins, namely in that of the middle son of his late lordship’s. Indeed, the late count had bequeathed her a hearty recommendation by way of remembrance and as a sign of his fondness till the very end, which she made very unbitter for the count. Reggie’s father (the count’s son) alas, was a henpecked cuckold of small brain and—so the gossip went—even smaller ‘badger.’ Well, she’d had enough with Reggie’s antics, as he’d keep poking her derriere, only to stick out his tongue and spray spittle whenever she jumped and turned in frustration and anger (though the latter prudently she much repressed). Then she remembered the boy’s grandsire and all she’d learned ‘on the lap’ of the count, within those three years, during which time she’d all but immediately lost her innocence, but ultimately learned how to keep the old count wrapped around her finger, even as he persisted in sniffing about her minge.
“Reggie come here if you please,” she said in her most beguiling tone, “I see you like to poke around at girls’ backsides, which is a very naughty thing to do. But I forgive you, because you’re yet quite young and doubtless very curious about such things. Forsooth, even your grandsire retained such a sweet tooth till his very end. You cheeky apple you, that has fallen so very close to the old tree (very rotten indeed)! Come here and sit on my lap, will you, come on.” Young Sir Reggie did as he was told and sat on the maid’s lap, evidently unaware that it made a fulsomely silly sight indeed, as they were both essentially the same size, notwithstanding the not inconsequential chronological difference between the young maid and younger squire...
...Then out of the blue, the young rascal pinched her teat hard, causing her to scream out in most true and unexpected pain, while equally sincere tears began to flow. He then caressed her face’s cheek, which caused her to shudder in fright, as though a boyish Caligula himself were the one effecting the gesture, and thusly she even feared for her eyes, but ultimately Reggie did not attack them. On the contrary, it was his own that dumbly stared at her with something approaching wonderment.
This is when Catriona noticed that Reggie’s pecker was fulsomely prominent through his breeches. In fact, she was awestruck by how lengthy and thick it seemed; and then she began to wonder whether Reggie had been made hard by pinching her teat so very very cruelly. “Reggie,” she said in a most measured tone, “do you know what a ‘prick’ or ‘pecker’ is?” Reggie said, as he continued to rest on her lap, while hanging impishly from her neck, “A pecker is like a worm from which pee comes out, and sometimes it gets quite stiff, like a finger you see,” and he stuck out his finger and thrust it up her nose with no warning at all. At this new cruelty Catriona instinctively and reflexively recoiled, causing her to push him off her lap, and thereby he, in turn, to fall and begin to roll away, like a hedgehog, on the ancient Persian rug. The maid ran to the large guilded mirror adorning one of his bedroom walls and noticed that she was bleeding slightly from her right nostril. She touched her nose and noted thankfully that it barely hurt, then wiped the few drops of blood with her own skirt.
“Reggie you are a most wicked boy,” she stomped in true ardent rage, as he stood a few feet before her, with his pecker having become even more pronounced still. Catriona could not help but blush at the sight, although she was no wilting lilly, let alone a virgin (the count of course had seen to that). “Reggie why is your prick sticking out so, don’t you know it’s most rude for it do so, especially in the presence of a girl, regardless of how poor or ungenteel you may judge her?” Reggie said, “It stuck up because you pushed me down. When I fell it got up instead. I think I hit my head in falling down, that’s why!” “Reggie, I saw you roll like a roly-poly on the carpet; you did not hit your head, but if you keep saying such untruths, your nose will grow, grow, and grow until everyone will know that you’re a naughty braggart in need of a most strenuous spanking!” To which Reggie said, “Only if you kiss my cheeks before or after, and he aimed his backside at her, and made an awfully rude flatulent sound, which she suspected was caused by the puffing up of his cheeky mouth and tongue. After an interval of half an hour of to and fro and of such querulous vapid prattle, circumstances begin to shift, first slowly, then quite suddenly so, until they reflected a true revolution in the antagonists’ demeanour towards the other...
..."Oh Reggie, this tool of yours is as thick as this candlestick and almost as long; why so Reggie, why so? Your old grandsire’s wasn’t ever so large and my brother’s is big—oh that awful pig!—but he’s so much very older than you. Nor are you taller than me, and I’m nary a tall lass at all?”
Then she asked him, “Reggie, do you have to pee,” as she gently and reassuringly tickled his taut balls. He laughed blithely and kicked his legs straight, barely missing her c**t in the process, as he lay supine over her lap, with his breeches wide open and pulled very much down, so the breeches’ waistline would not press tightly upon his exposed balls. “No,” he said in a sort of drunken tonality, not so distinct from what happens to men who’ve imbibed too dulcet a mix of laudanum and hashish. In truth, Catriona, despite her initial assumptions, was still quite inexpert in countless matters of the flesh. For example, Lord Fairequin had never responded so hypnotically as Reggie was presently, not even after the former had spent himself fully into her quim or arse (the late count was of the unsound legal opinion that the latter was not a crime in Scotland, assuming that the glans had merely frotted or even ‘simply’ and ‘accidentally’ intruded into the latter orifice). “No, I don’t have to pee,” said Reggie at last, “as I did do so in the fishpond before lunchtime.” “That is most cruel, Sir Reggie, most cruel to the gold fish in your father’s pond.” “I know,” said Reggie dreamily, “truly, Caty, that’s why I did it, because I am most cruel. But not so now, not with you like this over me so.” She wiped a little bit of drool from the corner of his mouth, and kissed him deeply, fully, and intensely on the lips, inserting her lusty tongue into his mouth, till both began to slobber and drool over themselves in the most literal manner. Catriona finally had to stop and laugh at herself as she wiped with her apron both her and Reggie’s not at all unpleasant drool and spit. Then she remembered she was also holding his prick, englobing its tip with her palm, which also was drooling, but not at all as much as her brother’s wiener was wont to do (of her brother an entire other story might be told: sufficeth to say, he only commenced having intercourse with Catriona after he had learned from a young maid he had seduced that his sister of then fifteen was fornicating with their common patron and master, the late Count of Fairequin).
The reason Catriona, despite the seemingly most fervent attempts of Count Fairequin and concomitantly of her brother, never became pregnant was because she had had recourse to an ancient crone who lived in a hut in the manor grounds; it was she who taught her to use a concoction of wild carrot, of Anne’s Lace, and ginger root, plus, most importantly, mare’s manure burned in an urn at the foot of her bed for two days following her quim’s reception of a man’s seed.
Alas the hour was getting late and Sir Reginald Sr. would surely return to the manor in no more than an hour, yet the strongest of longings in her quim compelled her to go so very much further, as she succumbed to a coven of half-ravenous thoughts: “I will go half mad with want, unless I kiss dear Reggie’s staff, which is so big, so achingly big that I feel such a hunger for it in the deepest recesses of my quim. I must have satisfaction some how, in this lesser part of an hour left to me and he.” “Reggie, wake up!,” she said, sounding the boy’s state even as her hand closed ever tighter, like a dew-soaked spider, round his glans, which spasmed in such a lively and lovely fashion in response. “What do you see Reggie through those half-closed lids of yours, why don’t you speak to me? Wrest yourself free from your mute reverie, dearest Reggie. Why do your eyes blink so, is it because your wiener head is so very ticklish and you don’t want me stop so you feign muteness and drowsiness? Are you embarrassed for yourself Reggie, or are you embarrassed for me? What fairy has gotten hold of you, Reggie, that you will not speak, save through the dribblings of your dick against my palm, what messages are you writing to me in such watery ink; forsooth I cannot read a word of it!? Perhaps if I lick it will impress its sense upon my tongue [and she brought her palm to her mouth and did so].” “Count to me the fairies flying bout your heads—the both of them—my dear Reggie, are they as naked as your wiener—oh how tiniest must be their quims and arseholes?!” she exclaimed. And with that, reminded of the game the old count would play with her, she pressed her crannie or little finger gainst his bum, and tickled it ever so gently, and oh how Reggie bucked, albeit still mutely, in response, even as Catriona’s palm became slathered with the biggest dribblings that his wiener head had yet produced so far.
“Come up, by boy,” she said, “come I shall lay you on the edge of your bed just a wee bit more, for your father’s galloping home as we speak, as you leak...” Reggie ambled, as if drunkenly, with his breeches trailing around one leg on the floor. He was ashamed to look at Catriona, because he was ashamed to let her know the power she had over his body and mind, his mind and body. But it was so very childish of Reggie, as childish as trying to blot out the sun with one’s finger, as trying to hide one’s head in the sand, while his big pink pecker of so precocious a size, stood out like an oil lamp in darkest night, for it was precisely that part of man designed to stand out before all other parts, at least since the fall of Eden.
As Reggie lay back horizontally across the bed, with his feet hanging down and against its edge, and his breeches entirely discarded at the foot of the same, Catriona finally attempted with Reggie the amorous service she had oft rendered the old count, indeed which she had learned at his literal feet, when she herself was barely older than Reggie then was. She devilishly tickled Reggie’s glans with her tongue, so that the member seemed to grow even bigger and pinker, while the glans’ dribblings streaked down its sides in veritable rivulets. She massaged his taut testicles, while her pinkie wormed its way towards the center point of his fundament and then, finally, her mouth closed completely around his glans for the first time, even as her tongue continued to lick from such an enclosed position. Thereupon she moved her head and mouth in a humping motion, imagining it very much in the manner and purpose of a very ample and generously receptive quim, such as some big titted, large c**ted, and fat arsed mid-aged farmer’s wife might have exhibited. She imagined that her mouth was a fat hairy quim, or the arse of some middle aged burgher’s wife, or some mythical third hermaphroditic orifice altogether, such as some mermaids and certain witches were reputed to have.
In any case, Reggie’s taut balls were now well pressed gainst her chin and lips and she could feel them spasming so very intensely, so very wonderfully, for the first time. A pleasure and excitement she had been denied by Reggie (or rather which she hadn’t dared to exert upon Reggie so far), until the febrile state of her own quim compelled her to put aside all hesitancy, care, and pretense of morality or fear. Reggie moaned freely and intensely for the first time, consequence of such an utterly sudden and until then theretofore unimaginable form of rapture. “Lovely Caty,” he cooed, “I did not think such heaven or bliss could ever be felt whilst on this earth,” as he looked at her with the most intense lovestruck eyes she had ever seen. As she extracted his slightly wilting ‘badger,’ which she had consumed so deeply within her mouth, she at last noticed and realized that Reggie had not spent himself at all as an actual man would and must. The thick liquefied heat was utterly absent, so too the potently chemical or marine pungency, so oft likened to smelling salts. She washed Reggie with a cloth soaked in soap and water, cleaning him from glans to derriere, more out of her quim’s whims than for any other cause and thence put him to bed. It was precisely then that she heard the hallway bell ringing, signaling the return of Sir Reginald Sr.
The last thing she said to Reggie that evening, with her mouth pressed against his ear and her hand irresistibly yet again down his nightclothes, fondling his still half turgid prick and ass was: “Reggie, I’m so very very sorry: my quim has betrayed me, and I you, my charge. Have pity on me and never ever tell your father lest he skin the quim off of me with his hunting whips; please I beg you, forgive me! Lest worse visit me, for in truth he might set his ravenous hounds upon me to tear me limb from limb.” But Reggie was completely asleep, indeed snoring placidly, even has his dick remained stout and only half askew, with the rosy glans blithely poking out from the fly of his pajama bottoms.
Stop
Certainly.
There was a cricket outside of my window that wouldn’t stop chirping all last night. It drove me crazy. I stole a white noise machine from rite aid just in case
Black person teenagers today are an entirely new species of Black person. I don't even think Black folk know what to do with them. They're completely fricking rabid.
"Our young generation is clearly lost man. Clearly lost man. Like I don't even know what to say no more man."
How do I kill my libido? I don't want to be a slave to sexual desire anymore. I don't want to waste my life cooming.
Apply finasteride to your balls.
Anti depressants.
Is there a proper term for putting words in someone’s mouth? Like if someone says something, the other person strawman’s and extrapolates to gigantic unreasonable proportions what was said
Deceived by my eyes, and all I was told I should see
Opinions not mine, the person they taught me to be
One night in the dark, a vision of someone I know
And out of the darkness I heard, a voice say I'm you
Inside of me a light was turned on
Then I was alive
Saw an article about landlords giving tips and they say to avoid single women as tenants.
Why is this?
Crazies
Cats
Is there such a thing as a IQfy general for relationships?
Tried looking on /adv/ but no luck. I don't want to shit up this thread with it and I don't like other websites.
English a language of oppression while French and Spanish are languages of freedom, when you think about it
I wish the Mongols massacred my ancestors so I would never be born.
I look at the modern state of the world and hear people talk, and I feel like the struggle isn't worth it unless I look at the birds. But then I feel guilt over the problems introduced to them.
Suicide isn't easy, so in many ways it would have been better to never have been born.
o__O
I'm a genetic defect that should never have been born, my life is without purpose or worth and I curse my mother and my father for their sin of bringing me to this damned world in this damned existence.
I will never be happy, I will never amount to or achieve anything as I'm just a pile of failures, mistakes and defects and the universe conspires to bring me to this realization and its curse breaks me in my efforts and my struggle and throws my face to the dirty ground and its disgusting dust, and it rightly does so, thus is the law of nature, thus it must be
I stand at the bottom of a society at the bottom of the societies of the world, and I'll never climb any higher than that, I cannot do so. I will never taste the sweet nectar of happiness, a privilege of those fortunate chosen with good intelect, appearance and genes. I'll crawl the ground as the abomination I am, despised, mocked and hated by those around me.
I hate myself.
Depression is a choice
How bad is this?
This saturday i drank the following: 3 beers (each 6%) and a coffee mug full of wine, which i then i refilled about halfway.
I'm afraid i went too far and did dmg to my liver.
Am i good to have a beer tonight?
Get a wine glass you swine
KEK. Not sure if trolling.
I don't see what's funny.
Maybe that's light drinking for you, but 2 days later my belly still hurts from it...
>2 days later
You’re belly is hurting from something unrelated. Drink up!
Idk man on Monday, 2 nights after, my palms were still red splotchy, which I usually only get the night after drinking.
And strange pains in my leg and every now and then this pulsing pain in my belly/abdominals
Just feels different this time,, like I've pushed my luck too far.
Though I do really really want a beer rn
>palms were still red splotchy
Wtf? Are you allergic to alcohol? I’ve blacked out from drinking before and have never had anything like this. When I drink so much, I wake up the next day still drunk and continue sipping slowly. It helps ease the transition to sober. Have a beer!
I only get after a night of excessive drinking.
Alright im convinced cracking open a lagunitas
If you blend images of soijacks or trannies with macabre paintings like this one in Midjourney, you get interesting abominations. I can share a few.
More on the way... Makes Ligotti and Maldoror look mundane.
This seems to capture the spirit of modernity perfectly.
Just blend that painting with wojaks similar to this one to yield images like those I've just shared. You can probably recognize the others.
It's addictive.
SHUT IT DOWN
I enjoy trolling/d/egenerates by kinkshaming them and watching them scramble to justify their disgusting fetishes
They agreed to break off their intercourse: every bond, he said, is a bond to sorrow.
I've been masking for my entire life, I don't know how to be myself around people other than my family, I could never be in a relationship because they'd never know the real me.
Thread theme: https://youtu.be/q5uMOOQ6MV0?si=EJjkhRADVsipbt-g
>cringe
Actual thread theme https://youtu.be/W5yUmmgYCa0?si=GSZ-sbSzvlCsK0Rr
I don't take anything an alcoholic says seriously.
Lighten up and fix yourself a drink anon your posts might actually be better
I have no interest in drinking fizzy piss, adult grape juice or rubbing alcohol thanks.
I'm downloading the new TMNT movie now and after I've finished watching it, I'm going to finish the audiobook that I've been listening to and then I'm either gonna jerk off or start on Treasure Island before dinner and then go to bed. What are everyone else's plans for the rest of the day/what are your plans for the day if you just woke up?
I'll never experience love with another woman again. The first and only time of 5 years was hard enough, but can only be appreciated in retrospect. The act of going through hatred and love is a grueling process fueled by projections. I can't bear the thought of having to endure the process again. It started with my Mom, then a suitable woman. It was so successful we owned a townhome together. Am I supposed to seriously go through the pain and annoyances again? Just because I have an incredible unconscious need for a woman's love? I'm tired of feeling like prey to my personal unconscious, its needs outweigh the energy I have. This melancholy doesn't come from me missing the 2 women I've been close with, it's the consistent feeling of both directions at once that drives life.
>hes been in love
lucky bastard
>I'll never experience love with another woman again
How is this cause for sadness?
I think I've gotten too educated for discussions with friends.. Their stoner-bro philosophies lack any coherence and its become obvious to me how little they have read in their lives. I try not to become arrogant about it but at times it is very frustrating to see their hedonistic nature triumph over their reason. My values have shifted and theirs haven't, and I'm not really interested in what they have to say anymore. I've been considering dropping them off completely as they are kind of a bad influence without much of a positive presence in my life, but I've just gotten so used to them that it feels wrong to do so.
>My values have shifted and theirs haven't, and I'm not really interested in what they have to say anymore
This was me when I became religious and my former group of friends remained atheists and wanted to continue to lead a life of degeneracy. The difference is I never bothered talking about my changed views or challenged them on theirs
>I've been considering dropping them off completely as they are kind of a bad influence without much of a positive presence in my life, but I've just gotten so used to them that it feels wrong to do so
Wean yourself off them and gradually reduce ties and interaction with them. It's much better for your sanity and personal development in the long run
>The difference is I never bothered talking about my changed views or challenged them on theirs
How does one then maintain such a friendship? Should lackluster companionship and idiosyncratic small talk be enough?
>Wean yourself off them and gradually reduce ties and interaction with them.
Pretty much what I had in mind, hopefully I'll manage. Thanks.
They're your regular ol' life has no meaning, religion is evil, art is pretentious type of fellows. Sleep well tonight anon
>How does one then maintain such a friendship? Should lackluster companionship and idiosyncratic small talk be enough?
No, which is why I've distanced myself quite significantly. We see each other on occasion and enough time has elapsed so that we can fill the air with topics that aren't going to upset anyone. But even these topics get exhausted quickly. That's life. It was very hard for me in the beginning and I felt like a dick for doing it but it was the right choice int the long term on an interpersonal level and for my own spiritual development.
i've lost my whole friend group cause i decided i wont smoke weed anymore
Good, they were dragging you down
yeah, usually people leave a friend group cause they're smoking weed.
in my case friend group ditched me cause i decided to stop smoking weed
its funny
but yeah, they're bunch of spoiled, deluded buttholes
You're literally me. I stopped talking with many of my friends because they were always trying to infuriate me with the subject of religion. Some I stopped talking to because their whole lives were revolving around weed. Sadly sometimes you have to cut those ties and you can't look back. It's only after getting outside of these circles that you notice how toxic their behavior was. I miss some of my friends but they deserved it
My friends weren't weed smokers and were very intelligent. The thing is being intelligent doesn't stop you from adopting the spirit of the age and the life choices that come with it
Can you share some of these "stoner-bro philosophies"?
Ngl, I'm want to know. Maybe I can use it to calm myself down at night
The high when listening to your favorite song is another level of dimensions to explore.
As you leave it felt good, it came to the conclusion our journey is over, all the talks in the middle of the nights, what does it mean? I sure am glad you showed your true colors before I decided to save you from this world that's cruel. Now that you showed your true colors, I leave behind all those memories we created, it doesn't mean I completely forget it either, I keep the taste of love could have tasted like if it was real. It tastes like strawberries, it tastes like a reciprocated gesture, it tastes like... It tastes like a song.
I present you this meme as a symbolic gesture of how much confusing this is and how I'm not sure what I can conclude from this short-term relationship that you started.
May you rest in peace.
My bro I guarantee you she wasn't all that
I can grow a beard and I can grow a moustache but I can't grow facial hair in between them, they're always just their own separate things and it looks dumb.
I shave the connection between beard and moustache. I like the more pronounced moustache. Looks cleaner also.
I think it looks shitty on me, especially with my hairstyle.
I have a buzzed norwood 2.5 vertex.
I don't know exactly what it means and googling it gave me a few different answers but I assume it means short, hence why you said "buzzed". My hair looks exactly like Barry Gibbs in the picrel.
Just let your stache grow out long. What you lose in ability to eat soup or bagels with cream cheese, you gain in, well... mustache.
>What you lose in ability to eat soup or bagels with cream cheese
Like I wouldn't just suckle it out of my moustache.
the world is evil and cruel
then my parents thought: "i'm gonna put another piece of shit in it to suffer"
and there I am
1. Start off by usin' the toilet like ya always do, no big deal.
2. After ya finish up your business, just stay right where ya are, no need to move.
3. Find them bidet controls; they could look different dependin' on what kinda bidet you got. Might be buttons, levers, or even some fancy remote thingy.
4. Turn on the bidet's water stream nice and easy, start with a low pressure setting so ya don't get any surprises.
5. If your bidet's got it, adjust the water temperature to your likin', if that's your thing.
6. Get yourself in the right spot so that water stream does the cleanin' where you want it to. You might gotta wiggle a bit forward or back to get it just right.
7. Use your hand or them bidet controls to aim that water stream at the spot you're lookin' to clean. Usually, it's the rear end we're talkin' about here. The crest of the butt cheeks.
8. Let that water do its thing, makin' sure it does a real good cleanin'. Move it around as you need to, no rush.
9. Once you're feelin' all cleaned up, shut off that bidet's water stream, capisce?
10.. Now, here's your choice – either pat yourself dry with some toilet paper or grab a special bidet towel if ya got one.
11. Last but not least, wash them hands real thorough with soap and water before you head outta the bathroom. Hygiene's key, my friend!
I think I got that feeling today, I was standing out the front of my house, it was warm, the sun was setting and my dogs were walking around together just sniffing and exploring when suddenly a smell hit me, it's just turned to Spring here in Australia so everything is blooming and there's a bunch of new smells in the air, this one, in particular, brought me back to my childhood, as soon as I started getting the feeling I thought of this post.
that's cool, to me personally it only happens in autumn and winter when it's colder, not really in spring
and i still dont think it's merely adrenaline spikes
The earth is round and funny,
I'd love to drown in honey.
The sky is always blue,
I'd love to kill a israelite.
cringe.
I know
Replying to an old thread.
German didn't get truly Latinized until the 1500s and it is the Celtic language wich is the closest to Latin, not German. The Germanics were originally sailsmen while if you had read the Histories you would know that the Latins are an entire land-born people who barely knew what a ship was until they entered into war against the Carthagenians. Establishing any close relationship between the Latins and the Germanics is ridiculous. If you would have put the Greeks or the Dorians as the closest relatives of the Germanics you would have shown an informed opinion, but with claiming that the closest relative of the Germanics are the Latins and the Celts, you did nothing but embarass yourself for talking about a topic you have absolutely no clue about pretending you actually have enough knowledge about to even say anything. Absolutely pathetic.
>Celtic language wich is the closest to Latin, not German
It's not. Both German and Celtic languages have more in common with Greek, and German is closer to Greek than Celtic languages are to Greek.
Dude the Celts still used literal Greek alphabets during the times of Caesar. It's not like the Greeks founded gorillion colonies in Europe and civilized the Celts so obviously the Celts tool words from the Greeks. You're making false equivalences. Studied from the actual nature of the language (not just words) it becomes clear that Celt and German are entire unrelated to each other.
Celtic languages are closer to Sanskrit than Greek, while German is closer to Greek. That's why a lot of Celtic myths share names with Vedic myths. Sanskrit and Latin are SOV; Greek, German and English are SVO; Celtic languages are VSO, closer to Hebrew, Arabic, Hungarian, and Russian.
Also there's more than a 100 words in Latin that are literally the same in Gallic. Nothing but a slightly different spelling.
The internet is filled with advice to get laid or talk to women. I however would like to see advice on how to 'train' a woman for being a good wife/mother.
Train might be the wrong word but I have never seen anyone speak on how to keep a woman from being a nagging nightmare or figuring out if she's going to be a lazy bum the minute she gets children.
I'll have to analyze her myself but some hints or advice how to navigate it would be nice.
Actually just realized that the Roosh V forum I used to be on was wiped clean and now only allows wholesome topics. Guess I'll give that a shot.
When a dude flirts with me, it puts a pit at the bottom of my stomach. I’m sure though, if the right dude were to do it, I’d be on my knees in his bedroom faster than you can say Charles Kinbote.
I know I'm not gay because I've had these thoughts about sissies who look quite exactly like women, I've never even fathomed being picked up by an actual guy. If it was some 'right guy', like you put it, he would incerinate extreme anger inside of me, and a brutal fight with one dead would be the consequence. I'd take it as an insult on my honour.
I've thought about going to gay bars before just so I can fish for compliments, god knows I'm not gonna get them from women.
I think about getting up after a whole night of sex knowing it's over, that eternal feeling of nothing coming back. It's depressing.
I want a Hindu gf soooo bad but at the same time I know it would be a disgrace to the purity of my white blood
I had this near wet dream, but I couldn't get it up when the drean girl started touching my peepee
Wrote 30 pages on stone age humans after finding out what happened during that era through strong meditations.
The Silent Cartographer is such a cool name. I loved Halo so much in middle school. The Silent Cartographer, so mysterious. Truth and Reconciliation. The Arbiter. The Pillar of Autumn. So many nice words.
Everything everywhere is just incredibly low effort ragebait these days and makes my head hurt, but for some reason I can't look away because of the subconscious feeling that eventually someone might actually be right
>these days
nothing new, idiot. read a book.
Just one hour until my series.
Ahh, stone age tv.
I cannot believe they dropped the charges against Chris Chan.
I knew he was innocent from day 1 but he 'deserves' to be in an asylum, being reeducated or sedated, and not left to wallow on the curb: prison or institutionalization was the only place he was ever likely to get any kind of normal life. Our modern criminal justice and mental health systems are absolutely broken.
How the frick was he innocent? He raped his mom.
nah, from day 1 there was no evidence he did anything. Most likely he made it up to impress Bell.
But he should be in prison anyway.
The fact that he claimed to do it is evidence.
he claims a lot of things
Anti autistic discrimination is very real. People just toyed with him. Leave him alone.
that's entirely my point, he won't ever have a normal life on the outside. He needed intervention decades ago.
I will absorb every single alcohol out of this one beer
I am the liquor
Lick her? I dont even know her.
I want to ammend yesterday's statement: starbucks employees are all either females or homosexual males. Why?
Stupid question. It's a low-paid long-shift shitty shifts job that requires absolutely no skills
Ive done low paid, long shift, unskilled, shitty jobs in retail and it was mostly males. What specifically about Starbucks attracts females anand homosexual males?
It's 'fancy' and requires at least one or teo social normie points. People at supermarkets for instance are complete slobs.
Can’t believe you have to be a wienersucking homosexual to be considered “normie” nowadays
No but masculine men just don't work at Starbucks. I worked in a similar store but I was still more or less a boy back then.
I thought that returning to university to finish my degree would give me closure on missing the "college experience." So far it has not. I think I'm too old now. I feel like the 21 year old who goes to high school parties. Instead now I'm the 24 year old in programs designed for 20 year olds. They look so young and the ones I've spoken to I cannot relate to on account of how little life experience they have. And it sucks because the 20 year old girls are really frickable
Subhuman porn addicted trash debt cattle pleb
Get a life
What? I'm not addicted to porn, I've taken out no debt because I'm employed, and I have an active social life. What about my post pissed you off so much?
Muh frickable 20 year olds
Just call them by their real name: prostituteS
you are still a little baby
I gave your mum a wedgie once and broke her underpants, that time when you wanted £20 from her to go to see The Hobbit and she said "no," that's where the money went.
Wondering if I should try to find another IB gig, try to go to the buy side for a while, or do something else entirely for 6 months
Brilliant brilliantilissimus MAXIMUS
Modern colleges have a prostitute problem
Massive
For some reason I had flashbacks from the first time I ever ate pussy 10+ years ago
Was also my last because it was fricking horrible. It smells funny at best, terrible at worst, the feeling is unimpressive, and you waste sex time. Fingering is superior in every single way.
I feel the same way but when expressing this I get attacked by the stench worshippers of bawd
Sometimes a man needs 10 beers
thats a bit much for a wednesday night
But I'm a Germanic man and the vice-patriarchate of the house
Why does barely anyone make video essays about novels? Yeah, I know that one guy did one on Blood Meridian, but that’s the exception that proves the rule.
On a completely unrelated topic, I watched Trading Places (1983) and actually switched it off after 20 minutes or so. It was very boring.
Someone posted this here recently and I thought it would be fun to watch. I may try it again and skip ahead to the halfway mark or something ... but it was a very poor show. I even read all about it on wiki and laughed at the story of how it was made, it seemed like it would be excellent.
3/10
I couldn't fit in the last bit of beer in the bottle into the glass because of all the bubbles so I just carelessly sipped it from the neck
primitive beast,
squatting in grease,
slapping your knees,
far too at-ease
Sir, I cannot allow such an insult Sir
I hate being a teacher. I hate people. I wish I could find a job I didn't have to interact with people at all
then why did you end up as a teacher?
I didn't use to hate it. I've been teaching for eight years now at the same school. It seems like all the paths lead to nowhere. I'm a phiosophy major, so there's not much I can fo besides teaching.
I want to fund an NGO that promotes promiscuity purely to make more women prostitutes and destroy their lives and bonding abilities.
Hate having a ton of ideas and then constantly getting overwhelmed and barely starting any at all.
I'm drunk stage two. Everything feels funny.
i asked a girl for a book recommendation and got this. not sure how to react
MARRY HER NOW
i'm israeli
troon larp
ask her why she's reading the writings of a childless catlady who didn't shower
>didn't shower
Devi didn't shower? Holy shit, hot.
yeah
>After retiring from teaching in 1970, Savitri Devi spent nine months at the Normandy home of her close friend Françoise Dior while she was working on her memoirs; although she was welcome at first, her annoying personal habits began to disrupt life at the presbytery (among her habits, she did not take baths during her stay and she continually chewed garlic). Concluding that her pension would go much further in India and encouraged by Françoise Dior, she flew from Paris to Bombay on 23 June 1971. In August, she moved to New Delhi, where she lived alone, with a number of cats and at least one cobra.[10]
>don't shower
>have bad breath
>not allowed to live in white society
>go to india
>be the norm there
I take anything I read like this with a grain of salt. It's usually either written by one liberal academic biographer who stretches his interpretation of three existing letters as much as he possible can, or it's written by the CIA and then it just says that Ted was a gay transvestite who ate cat shit and wrote "Don't be like me, I'm not based, I'm a shit eating transvestite" suspiciously often in his childhood diary.
I don't, because she's ugly. I instantly believe anything negative about people if they're ugly.
I find troony surgery pics of both men and women extremely amusing and entertaining. These subhumans destroy their lives forever, often while they're still in their teens. For some reason I find this highly enjoyable to witness
I hope you all have a good day.
you too!
Wonder what happens when boomers start dying off in ~10-15 years in troonymerica and whites drop to 20-25% of the population tops
rhodesian civil war
ending with a fall of berlin-esque- battle. millions dead and ascending into svargaloka. the world burns 50 years later
That's a nice scenario to post in your substack but I was wondering what will actually happen.
kek we don't have rhodesia in us, we're going to slide right into contemporary SA where guys like the advchina dude just move away from the country after decades of tolerating people throwing sticks of dynamite into their windows once in a while and the worst they can say about the country is "it's mismanaged" and "it has corrupt politicians"
is there any point to studying literature anymore?
no
My mom is pissed that I'm picking up a copy of my brothers death certificate. She wants to insist that there is no death certificate. He's been dead for a month. I guess I'm about to find out. Dont know why she's being such a huge c**t. She was the one who identified the body and only listed herself as next of kin. She's basically hijacked everything to do with whats happening since and refuses to share any information about whats happening. She tthrew a fit when I mentioned I was getting a death cert
So turns out birth certificates are only issued AFTER cremation or burial and they're issued by private mortuaries rather than a public coroner. This makes no sense to me. My mom has had my brother on ice for an entire fricking month and I can't get any proper records because of it.
I am very sorry for your loss.
The worst part is that my mom has literally hijacked his body and is using it to spite the rest of the family. She's also been hanging out with the guy who gave my brother the drugs that killed him and has been telling my mentally disabled brother that my dad is to blame for the death even though she's the one who gave all of us drugs when we were teenagers.
shouldn't have done drugs in the first place
murder your mother
MY NOSE IS CLOGGED AGAIN AND I'M FORCED TO BREATH THROUGH MY MOUTH LIKE A FRICKING SUBHUMAN
She let me hit cuz I'm a trader of witty repartee
I’m…exhausted.
Disappointed that I do not have the endless stream of energy the young man of my earlier years had. He’s gone now. I lack a certain impulsiveness which kept my life interesting, damned were the consequences. My movements are calculated, carefully monitored by those who rely on my bread. Scrutinized to a key, I find the pressure pushes me to stay at work and earn more money, curious if the extra income will ease their anxieties.
Sometimes, more often than not, I find myself thinking that this is not fair. A man of my ability and strength should be off making his own fortune away from these parasites.
That’s not fair either, I remind myself. These poor fools don’t fully appreciate what I’ve done but they appreciate it enough. It only means I need to work harder. The burden of carrying these old souls on my back into the breach is that of a feather compared to the guilt that befell their abandonment.
I just need some rest. Tonight I might find some, when my love comes over. She’s a sweet girl who fills me with hope and reminds me that goodness exists beyond an abrasive personality.
I read De Sade unironically
Is he good or just a meme
Nta but his gothic fiction is pretty good.
i hope joe bidet wins 2024 for 2 reasons
>accelerated collapse of shitmerica
>entertaining seething on twatter
I reckon if people had a say in wether or not they want to be born, most wouldn't want it. I wonder why the suicide rates aren't bigger, these days only books, anime and manga keep me alive
wouldn't it be fun if we got asked before living and agreed to all of this? I'm pretty sure I would have said yes if someone dared me to live on earth and be a good person to get to Heaven or something. pretty damn fricking sure actually.
I welcome my Chinese overlords
How the frick am I supposed to know how much a rouble or a copeck was worth back in 19th century, huh Dostoevsky? What a hack.
You guys are somehow much less weird and psychotic than libleft twitter weirdos despite being as well read on average. What's the secret?
because a few of us aren't leftists at all
It's a function of what is actually being read. I doubt someone who reads Maximos the Confessor will become as deranged as your average twitter university educated moron
>Maximos the Confessor
I thought you made that up, or it was some silly fantasy novel until I googled it. This sounds interesting, do you recommend it enough to try and track down a paper copy?
He's a pretty complicated theologian and if you have no background in Christian theology or philosophy generally then it'll be a slog. If you're interested in the basics of early Christian theology read St John of Damascus' "Exact Exposition of the Orthodox Faith". St John of Damascus was a trained philosopher and his writing reflects that. Also, reading theology ideally should not be divorced from the praxis of prayer, attending church etc. - they work in symphony. However, if your interest is merely intellectual then read the book that I recommended and work from there. Who knows, maybe your reading might stir something deeper in you
Thank you anon! You just gave me something to read this weekend.
I genuinely believe that twitter is designed to cause mental illness
We aren't narcissistic, we're maybe insane but we're probably still be the nicest people you meet irl.
THE LIGHTNING: GENGHIS KHAN -
A Man in Time who exhibits destructive Lightning qualities and furthers historical decay
THE SUN: AKHNATON -
A Man above Time who exhibits creative Sun qualities and seeks to transcend the process of historical decay
THE LIGHTNING & THE SUN: ADOLF HITLER -
A Man against Time who exhibits both Lightning and Sun qualities listed previously and seeks to fight historical decay by using violence, Kali Yuga methods to achieve a Satya Yuga. It is a cycle after all.
Do not lose hope western man: History is cyclic. At the end of this Kali Yuga (Dark age) a KALKI, the AVENGER will come and usher a new Satya Yuga (Golden Age).
Satya Yuga or the Golden Age leads to the Treta yuga or the Silver Age which leads to the Dvapara Yuga or the Bronze Age which leads to the Kali Yuga or Dark Ages and repeat.
The time is coming.
Sometime, Somewhere.
Rate this story I started like five years ago and never finished.
if this was written by a russian in the 1800s people would call it a masterpiece
Out of morbid curiosity how do I know where to start with philosophy of science. I've read nearly all the big names, but wanted to find something that will either a) let me learn more about my own view or b) challenge it
Duns Scotus, Gasset, Aristotle, Herder, Freud and Nietzsche are my main influences for different reasons. Give me two suggestions where to go
I dont feel like starting a new thread.
No response eh?
I have never enjoyed life
Wondering how I should message a girl who has no idea who I am and doesn't allow me to follow her. There is basically nothing I can say without scaring her off or looking like a weirdo
>message
It's over
Go full schizo and use law of attraction to meet her irl.
Im so bored right now
As ridiculous as it sounds, the death of the Smash Mouth lead singer made me experience a sort of existential crisis and epiphany, as it happened to have coincided with a close friend of mine being diagnosed with a health issue and I have nostalgic memories of the band's late 90s flame shirt and frosted tips alternative rock that graced the soundtracks of many classic children's movies. Ever since then I've been reflecting on the kind of things I have said anonymously over the years or to the people I know in my life. I try to generally be a positive and empathetic person to the people I care about or most people I come across, but of course I am human and prone to negativity, bias, anger, toxicity at moments, as we all are. I am starting to think that in the limited time I have in the world I should spend it more productively than wasting it on the internet or hating others. I would rather try and avoid putting negativity into the world if I can and dwelling on those feelings or trying to make things harder for others. I'd rather live in a civilized society where people respect each other, so I should try to follow that example. The golden rule and categorical imperative and all that.
Everytime I see my compatriots posting on IQfy I'm forced to witness their moronation and wonder if this site majorly attracts the brainlets from all four corners of the world or if I'm just particularly unlucky that the specific set of circumstances necessary for someone from this country to end up on IQfy pretty much guarantees that a particular type of imbecile will be our major contribution to the site's biome. Some of us are fine but I swear that 9 times out of 10 our posts contain a degree of stupidity that pretty much justifies any insult directed towards us or our nation.
I don’t really regret the mistakes I’ve made. I regret not recovering from them quickly. I made mistakes, and then sat in my error… sometimes I feel like it’s hopeless now.
I wanna buy a Millenium puzzle but am broke and unemployed. I don't even care about Yu-Gi-Oh, just think it looks cool.
It's a relaxing conclusion to embrace the philosophy that "the right people will accept you for the way you are". If they don't, just let them go, because they'll be around and annoy by constantly telling you what to do.
You thought there was more to it than this? Don't make me laugh. You're not a hidden genius waiting to be discovered, you aren't secretly looked up to by members of your community, your boss thinks you're a pain in the ass, your parents wish you'd grown up to be someone else, there's no girl out there pining away sighing at a window and wishing she could meet someone like you. There's nothing. You're going to live in cramped studio apartments and stutter when you talk on the phone and watch the bags grow under your eyes every day until you die.
Daddy chill
You thought there was more to it than this? Don't make me laugh. You're not a hidden genius waiting to be discovered, you aren't secretly looked up to by members of your community, your boss thinks you're a pain in the ass, your parents wish you'd grown up to be someone else, there's no girl out there pining away sighing at a window and wishing she could meet someone like you. There's nothing. You're going to post on IQfy and stutter when you post on IQfy and watch the bags grow under your eyes every day until you die.
IQfy femboy twink here. I'll be your gf. Just dont mind my extremely deep voice
What's your first initial?
There has never been a time in my life when a woman found me attractive. I'm equivalent to drywall or fake potted plants in their eyes, a part of the background not worth noticing.
I‘m sorry I made fun of your dumb ads; please buy more so the slimy robotic cherub porn will go away.
im goin insane?
What kind of shoes do you wear on a daily basis?
Black dress shoes because I'm a whitecollargay. Either that or casual white shoes
barefoot
Reebok classics. Bought them for the fourth time last month
ones that are black and fit
sneakers. salomon and asics mostly
Dwayne Johnson was the best DC superman. DC is israeli garbage. Having an actual wrestler and manly man who respects his image depicting himself as sovereign is better than having a BILLIONAIRE BUFF CRIME FIGHTER who dresses like the high tech devil whine about muh guns like a libtard. Worse is Super Martha and JOURNALIST daily planet homosexual who dates plain lois loser lane.
Said hello and she didn't even answer, was gonna ask her out. Oh well, gotta move forward
It's 11:30pm and I'm having coffee so I'm going to be awake all night without a doubt.
I drink coffee right before I sleep. It’s a great way to calm down before bed.
>reposting me poem of a year old
I woke and took a based shit
It was so nice, I went on lit
And said aloud: 'Come, friends! Do come'
I know a cure to cure your numb
You have to shit without a doubt
It makes one rad and floods the drought
The drought! Oh, yes, it makes one sad
It makes a mule with sadness clad
Know, the wicked wisdom of this earth
Could not compare to shitposts worth
When they are made not out of greed
When joyous shouts fuse into 'SNEED'
Know, heaven's walls tremble right through
Then God's awakes and He rains dew
On posters proud in might reborn
They lift their swords and scream: 'SNEED, GOD!!!'
how did that skull get in that jar? More importantly why or who was it???
manic posting phase. do you know that feel, bro?
the skull has an afro
Between you and him i witness none of that beguiling of the spirit worthy of real lovers nor that trepidation of touch which is followed by the reckless jump into the cool pond. Your listless hands tell me there is nothing to inspire my heart to suffer for his sake. You are as far as i'm concerned still mine.