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Y'all ever think about that one person who looks so fucking hot it actually offends you? Like that person's so fucking beautiful and sexy it just makes you want to commit toaster bath? Like that individual could sleep with your mom, s.o., dad, grandma, grandpa, cousins, uncles, aunts, your boss, your teacher, your best friend, and you'd just be sitting here like dumbass admiring how fucking beautiful they are? Like they're so gorgeous you can't decide whether or not you want to be with them or want to BE them. Like genuinely, I want to know.
The flame are burning my skin, I'm screeching in pain
Did the creamatorium worker not check if I was actually dead?
Did the creamatorium worker not check if I was actually dead?
when i was a kid, i had a a google+ account. I couldn't have platforms like Instagram or Twitter, i could only get google+.
Now, as a foreigner in america, there we're alot of things I didn't know about the country. I'd been living there for about a year, and finally earned the title of bilingual. I got myself got more and more into the vast world of hollywood, learning new celebrity names every week...
I was 10 when I discovered who the Kardashians were, and I really liked them. I thought they we're pretty and super cool (they aren't really but you get the idea). I was a fan, i'd watch "Keeping Up with the Kardashians" clip videos on youtube, etc...
Back to my google+ account, It was around the time Caitlyn Jenner had her transition. And I remember wanting to congratulate Caitlyn for her transition, while also praising the Kardashian: I proceeded to use the hashtag "KKK", thinking it stood for Khloe, Kourtney, and Kim.
This is one of the most embarrasing internet stories I have. Embarrasing because I'm a POC...yeah
Now, as a foreigner in america, there we're alot of things I didn't know about the country. I'd been living there for about a year, and finally earned the title of bilingual. I got myself got more and more into the vast world of hollywood, learning new celebrity names every week...
I was 10 when I discovered who the Kardashians were, and I really liked them. I thought they we're pretty and super cool (they aren't really but you get the idea). I was a fan, i'd watch "Keeping Up with the Kardashians" clip videos on youtube, etc...
Back to my google+ account, It was around the time Caitlyn Jenner had her transition. And I remember wanting to congratulate Caitlyn for her transition, while also praising the Kardashian: I proceeded to use the hashtag "KKK", thinking it stood for Khloe, Kourtney, and Kim.
This is one of the most embarrasing internet stories I have. Embarrasing because I'm a POC...yeah
There he was, sleeping under a tree. I was craving for him, wanting more of him, needed more of him. The withdrawal was tearing my guts apart, I had to have more of Jesus. Simply just thinking about him made me want to do it, he was that sexy to me. My erotic thoughts for him were taking over. I sat there, surveying him, with the most delicate look on my face. I was begging for him to wake up. My gaze was hot blooded, waiting for him to open his eyes and see me. Luckily, as soon as I got closer to him, he started to mumble in his sleep. Jesus is a light sleeper, a simple fly could wake him up. I was about two feet away from him, in a squatting position, anxiously begging him to wake up. My body couldn't take it anymore...
"Wake up, Jesus sama, I need you. I need you now!" I implored.
His mumbling stopped and his eyes flew wide open. "I hear you crying for me, I hear you..." Jesus stood up, grabbed my neck and pinned me to the tree. "You like that don't you? You little slut..." Jesus was choking me, he knew what he was doing. I nodded, I was already so wet down there. He was beholding me, biting his lips as he realized how drenched I was. "Fuck, you're so wet, you could've just woken me up" I replied moaning that I had to much respect for him to disturb his slumber. He let me go and took off his top. His body was glowing, I was no longer staring at him but at it, at those scrumptious abs, that sexy six pack...Without realizing I started to touch myself, I was that horny. Jesus noticed and invited himself into the party, taking my robe off, pushing my hand away and using his instead. I let out a load a gasp, followed by a moan. I was completely exposed to the world. "Be quiet, we aren't alone Judas san" He looked over his shoulder to see if any of the other apostles had been bothered by the loud noice I made. No one budged. Thank God. On the other hand, I couldn't take it anymore and let myself finish. My cum splattered all over my body, some even got onto Jesus.
"I guess I'm the one who baptised you with water this time" I smirked.
"Wake up, Jesus sama, I need you. I need you now!" I implored.
His mumbling stopped and his eyes flew wide open. "I hear you crying for me, I hear you..." Jesus stood up, grabbed my neck and pinned me to the tree. "You like that don't you? You little slut..." Jesus was choking me, he knew what he was doing. I nodded, I was already so wet down there. He was beholding me, biting his lips as he realized how drenched I was. "Fuck, you're so wet, you could've just woken me up" I replied moaning that I had to much respect for him to disturb his slumber. He let me go and took off his top. His body was glowing, I was no longer staring at him but at it, at those scrumptious abs, that sexy six pack...Without realizing I started to touch myself, I was that horny. Jesus noticed and invited himself into the party, taking my robe off, pushing my hand away and using his instead. I let out a load a gasp, followed by a moan. I was completely exposed to the world. "Be quiet, we aren't alone Judas san" He looked over his shoulder to see if any of the other apostles had been bothered by the loud noice I made. No one budged. Thank God. On the other hand, I couldn't take it anymore and let myself finish. My cum splattered all over my body, some even got onto Jesus.
"I guess I'm the one who baptised you with water this time" I smirked.
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a question to all the american (USA) citizens on this platform...
Are you scared? What are your predictions for the election? I'm european and I've never been more afraid of a presidential election in my life. I've been stressing out more and more these few days. If I, a foreigner, am that anxious about the US presidential elections...What are actual US residents thinking right now?
Serious questions only, stupid questions will be deleted.
Are you scared? What are your predictions for the election? I'm european and I've never been more afraid of a presidential election in my life. I've been stressing out more and more these few days. If I, a foreigner, am that anxious about the US presidential elections...What are actual US residents thinking right now?
Serious questions only, stupid questions will be deleted.
i am so scared of people guilt tripping me, i've already experienced it when I was being groomed by a pedo. it's awful and i wish for no one to experience such a thing
But i'm also really scared of people thinking i'm guilt tripping them, or me actually guilt tripping without knowing. idk how to express my genuine sadness without sounding like a guilt-tripper. it usually happens after i experience critisism, i'm super sensitive and emotional, one once of critisism can shatter me to pieces. "i'm crying because of you" or "you're the reason i'm feeling bad" are things i might say or not depending or whether or not i want to continue engaging with the person. it could all be interpreted as guilt-tripping. but how do i draw a line? i don't want to guilt trip. how do i avoid doing it?
But i'm also really scared of people thinking i'm guilt tripping them, or me actually guilt tripping without knowing. idk how to express my genuine sadness without sounding like a guilt-tripper. it usually happens after i experience critisism, i'm super sensitive and emotional, one once of critisism can shatter me to pieces. "i'm crying because of you" or "you're the reason i'm feeling bad" are things i might say or not depending or whether or not i want to continue engaging with the person. it could all be interpreted as guilt-tripping. but how do i draw a line? i don't want to guilt trip. how do i avoid doing it?
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cw: shane dawson, depression, wishing harm on someone
I used to watch Shane, religiously. I adored him, he was my idol, my everything. He was my favourite youtuber ever, literally. I would never miss a single upload from Shane's channel. I knew people didn't like him but back then I was a dumb child that could very easily be manipulated. I thought all the people calling him racist and other things were over exagerating. Past me would automatically forgive a content creator if they simply replied "no, that's false" to any sort of accusation. It's pretty cringe but I was 14, don't blame me.
Then the whole twitter thing happened in 2020, where Shane got exposed for a shit load of stuff. I'd already stopped watching for a while because his content wasn't interresting anymore. He was just milking the beauty community to the ground, he isn't even good a makeup in the first place. I was very mad, like genuinly furious. The same man I looked up too when my life was spiraling down more and more into depression, turns out to be a disguting pedophile? a crusty zoophile? a fucking racist cunt? It made me loose hope in any content creator on any social media platform.
The part that made me the most angry at Shane was the whole "I'm and empath" thing. Now that I look back and realise how fucking dumb he sounded saying that, I just want to strangle him to bits and literally just kill the cat-fucker. Who the fuck goes around flexing that they are an empath? who? nobody. empathy is a curse, trust me. I, as an actual empath, hate being an empath. I cannot recount the amount of times I've cried because someone cried, the amount of times i've felt someone's physical pain, the amount of times i've felt happy because someone else was happy, the amount of times i've been able to read someone's emotions and tell that they didn't feel good that day and proceed to not feel good too. I hate it so fucking much. If I had to be honest, empathy gave me depression. You might be confused because I talked about how I fantasize about killing people sometimes but I can switch up pretty fast. The whole "killing people" thing is mostly about people who have hurt me. I'd still feel bad after doing the deed but in complete honesty, I'd be quite happy if I did it. Being an empath sucks. So me seeing Shane talk about how he is an "empath" really fucking angers me. He is no empath, he probably doesn't even know what being an empath actually is. As an empath, I could never be friends with a man like Jeffree Star. That man is a mess, he ruins people's lives like a lie count on a trump speech. If Shane was really an empath he'd never be friends with him in the first place.
This was long but I just thought of this after reppressing it into my brain and had to get it off my chest
I used to watch Shane, religiously. I adored him, he was my idol, my everything. He was my favourite youtuber ever, literally. I would never miss a single upload from Shane's channel. I knew people didn't like him but back then I was a dumb child that could very easily be manipulated. I thought all the people calling him racist and other things were over exagerating. Past me would automatically forgive a content creator if they simply replied "no, that's false" to any sort of accusation. It's pretty cringe but I was 14, don't blame me.
Then the whole twitter thing happened in 2020, where Shane got exposed for a shit load of stuff. I'd already stopped watching for a while because his content wasn't interresting anymore. He was just milking the beauty community to the ground, he isn't even good a makeup in the first place. I was very mad, like genuinly furious. The same man I looked up too when my life was spiraling down more and more into depression, turns out to be a disguting pedophile? a crusty zoophile? a fucking racist cunt? It made me loose hope in any content creator on any social media platform.
The part that made me the most angry at Shane was the whole "I'm and empath" thing. Now that I look back and realise how fucking dumb he sounded saying that, I just want to strangle him to bits and literally just kill the cat-fucker. Who the fuck goes around flexing that they are an empath? who? nobody. empathy is a curse, trust me. I, as an actual empath, hate being an empath. I cannot recount the amount of times I've cried because someone cried, the amount of times i've felt someone's physical pain, the amount of times i've felt happy because someone else was happy, the amount of times i've been able to read someone's emotions and tell that they didn't feel good that day and proceed to not feel good too. I hate it so fucking much. If I had to be honest, empathy gave me depression. You might be confused because I talked about how I fantasize about killing people sometimes but I can switch up pretty fast. The whole "killing people" thing is mostly about people who have hurt me. I'd still feel bad after doing the deed but in complete honesty, I'd be quite happy if I did it. Being an empath sucks. So me seeing Shane talk about how he is an "empath" really fucking angers me. He is no empath, he probably doesn't even know what being an empath actually is. As an empath, I could never be friends with a man like Jeffree Star. That man is a mess, he ruins people's lives like a lie count on a trump speech. If Shane was really an empath he'd never be friends with him in the first place.
This was long but I just thought of this after reppressing it into my brain and had to get it off my chest
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ok i found the fan fic
There he was, sleeping under a tree. I was craving for him, wanting more of him, needed more of him. The withdrawal was tearing my guts apart, I had to have more of Jesus. Simply just thinking about him made me want to do it, he was that sexy to me. My erotic thoughts for him were taking over. I sat there, surveying him, with the most delicate look on my face. I was begging for him to wake up. My gaze was hot blooded, waiting for him to open his eyes and see me. Luckily, as soon as I got closer to him, he started to mumble in his sleep. Jesus is a light sleeper, a simple fly could wake him up. I was about two feet away from him, in a squatting position, anxiously begging him to wake up. My body couldn't take it anymore...
"Wake up, Jesus sama, I need you. I need you now!" I implored.
His mumbling stopped and his eyes flew wide open. "I hear you crying for me, I hear you..." Jesus stood up, grabbed my neck and pinned me to the tree. "You like that don't you? You little slut..." Jesus was choking me, he knew what he was doing. I nodded, I was already so wet down there. He was beholding me, biting his lips as he realized how drenched I was. "Fuck, you're so wet, you could've just woken me up" I replied moaning that I had to much respect for him to disturb his slumber. He let me go and took off his top. His body was glowing, I was no longer staring at him but at it, at those scrumptious abs, that sexy six pack...Without realizing I started to touch myself, I was that horny. Jesus noticed and invited himself into the party, taking my robe off, pushing my hand away and using his instead. I let out a load a gasp, followed by a moan. I was completely exposed to the world. "Be quiet, we aren't alone Judas san" He looked over his shoulder to see if any of the other apostles had been bothered by the loud noice I made. No one budged. Thank God. On the other hand, I couldn't take it anymore and let myself finish. My cum splattered all over my body, some even got onto Jesus.
"I guess I'm the one who baptised you with water this time" I smirked.
There he was, sleeping under a tree. I was craving for him, wanting more of him, needed more of him. The withdrawal was tearing my guts apart, I had to have more of Jesus. Simply just thinking about him made me want to do it, he was that sexy to me. My erotic thoughts for him were taking over. I sat there, surveying him, with the most delicate look on my face. I was begging for him to wake up. My gaze was hot blooded, waiting for him to open his eyes and see me. Luckily, as soon as I got closer to him, he started to mumble in his sleep. Jesus is a light sleeper, a simple fly could wake him up. I was about two feet away from him, in a squatting position, anxiously begging him to wake up. My body couldn't take it anymore...
"Wake up, Jesus sama, I need you. I need you now!" I implored.
His mumbling stopped and his eyes flew wide open. "I hear you crying for me, I hear you..." Jesus stood up, grabbed my neck and pinned me to the tree. "You like that don't you? You little slut..." Jesus was choking me, he knew what he was doing. I nodded, I was already so wet down there. He was beholding me, biting his lips as he realized how drenched I was. "Fuck, you're so wet, you could've just woken me up" I replied moaning that I had to much respect for him to disturb his slumber. He let me go and took off his top. His body was glowing, I was no longer staring at him but at it, at those scrumptious abs, that sexy six pack...Without realizing I started to touch myself, I was that horny. Jesus noticed and invited himself into the party, taking my robe off, pushing my hand away and using his instead. I let out a load a gasp, followed by a moan. I was completely exposed to the world. "Be quiet, we aren't alone Judas san" He looked over his shoulder to see if any of the other apostles had been bothered by the loud noice I made. No one budged. Thank God. On the other hand, I couldn't take it anymore and let myself finish. My cum splattered all over my body, some even got onto Jesus.
"I guess I'm the one who baptised you with water this time" I smirked.
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19 DAYS IS HAPPENING IN MIDDLE SCHOOL? NOBODY TOLD ME ABOUT THIS? WTF?