Fuck my life

[fr0st]

Just took a picture of my self and i legit look low ltn my life is over dude fuckkkkkk i hate my life im resigned to being an incel for eternity

 

[ToryToad]

brutal ,but can partly relate ,shit happens,probably just a bad picture

 

[james sapphire]

Just took a picture of my self and i legit look low ltn my life is over dude fuckkkkkk i hate my life im resigned to being an incel for eternity

all of us are ltn for life

 

[neverlookback]

Look on the brightside
You could've been a shitspic in the slums of Atlanta like me

 

[trench]

 

[neverlookback]

That would feel so good

 

[trench]

That would feel so good

woah there bud, beating women isnt cool

 

[neverlookback]

woah there bud, beating women isnt cool

I meant me being the women

 

[fr0st]

brutal ,but can partly relate ,shit happens,probably just a bad picture

Nah i think im just ugly

 

[Basedman420]

the anime was good

 

[Sprinkles]

Just took a picture of my self and i legit look low ltn my life is over dude fuckkkkkk i hate my life im resigned to being an incel for eternity

I blame lens distortion

 

[fr0st]

the anime was good

Visual novel is bounds better though

 

[trench]

The straight woman is unsatisfied with straight studio porn. She wants to get off to something in which the actors actually emote and show passion beyond canned moans from the women and, at best, vacant grunts from the men. She turns to gay porn. She knows it's not "for her," but neither was the straight porn, and at least the actors look like they're enjoying themselves. And for a short while she is satiated by Sean Cody et al, but she runs into the same problems she had to begin with. She was not looking at sex but a simulacrum of sex, trapped in Plato's cave. Unsatisfied, she turned to vintage gay porn, hearkening to a time when most gay bars still had darkrooms and reliably smelled of piss and Amyl Nitrite. Here was the real thing, in all its animistic passion. But she still couldn't immerse herself in the fantasy. She wanted the media to engage with her own imagination and meet her half-way, rather than having it spoonfed to her onscreen. She turned to yaoi, with its elongated figures reminiscent of mannerist portraiture, then bara, including hardcore BDSM scenes. But the tactile sensations depicted in the pages didn't do justice to their real life counterparts. She turned deeper into her own imagination, this time reading erotica. No, not the poolside paperbacks sold at Barnes and Noble. The good shit. Why then, was she still not satisfied? She dug deeper, searching for the true meaning of eroticism. She studied the psychoanalysis of Freud, the cultural criticism of Susan Sontag, the feminist poetry of Audre Lorde. She took vacation time and flew to Europe, starting at the caves of Lascaux to explore the human urge to create, then traversed the Camino de Santiago on foot, along the way meeting a 56 year old carpenter from Burgos named Andrés, with whom she had an explosive affair. They both knew it couldn't last, which made them cherish each other's touch all the more. Upon flying home, she gave up. If her search for true eroticism never bore fruit this whole time, why would it now? It would take years before she stumbled upon the answer by pure happenstance: dubstep.

 

[fr0st]

I blame lens distortion

Definitely........right?

 

[Basedman420]

Nah i think im just ugly

you're not "ugly" we're all special in our way

 

[fr0st]

The straight woman is unsatisfied with straight studio porn. She wants to get off to something in which the actors actually emote and show passion beyond canned moans from the women and, at best, vacant grunts from the men. She turns to gay porn. She knows it's not "for her," but neither was the straight porn, and at least the actors look like they're enjoying themselves. And for a short while she is satiated by Sean Cody et al, but she runs into the same problems she had to begin with. She was not looking at sex but a simulacrum of sex, trapped in Plato's cave. Unsatisfied, she turned to vintage gay porn, hearkening to a time when most gay bars still had darkrooms and reliably smelled of piss and Amyl Nitrite. Here was the real thing, in all its animistic passion. But she still couldn't immerse herself in the fantasy. She wanted the media to engage with her own imagination and meet her half-way, rather than having it spoonfed to her onscreen. She turned to yaoi, with its elongated figures reminiscent of mannerist portraiture, then bara, including hardcore BDSM scenes. But the tactile sensations depicted in the pages didn't do justice to their real life counterparts. She turned deeper into her own imagination, this time reading erotica. No, not the poolside paperbacks sold at Barnes and Noble. The good shit. Why then, was she still not satisfied? She dug deeper, searching for the true meaning of eroticism. She studied the psychoanalysis of Freud, the cultural criticism of Susan Sontag, the feminist poetry of Audre Lorde. She took vacation time and flew to Europe, starting at the caves of Lascaux to explore the human urge to create, then traversed the Camino de Santiago on foot, along the way meeting a 56 year old carpenter from Burgos named Andrés, with whom she had an explosive affair. They both knew it couldn't last, which made them cherish each other's touch all the more. Upon flying home, she gave up. If her search for true eroticism never bore fruit this whole time, why would it now? It would take years before she stumbled upon the answer by pure happenstance: dubstep.

Dont try to steal my bio you faggot

 

[trench]

Dont try to steal my bio you faggot

i-i would never frost-kun

 

[fr0st]

i-i would never frost-kun

Good kitty

 

[Serial Coomer]

how old are you

 

[SubhumanEyes]

could be worse like when i get nothin good from cs2 cases...basically like the genetic lottery..hah..

 

[fr0st]

could be worse like when i get nothin good from cs2 cases...basically like the genetic lottery..hah..

What cases are you opening

 

[fr0st]

how old are you

17

 

[SubhumanEyes]

What cases are you opening

the cheapest ones cuz im poor

 

[fr0st]

the cheapest ones cuz im poor

tsk tsk you need to open bravo cases for the best drops!

 

[Godtis]

all of us are ltn for life

Cope. I'm low MTN.

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

The straight woman is unsatisfied with straight studio porn. She wants to get off to something in which the actors actually emote and show passion beyond canned moans from the women and, at best, vacant grunts from the men. She turns to gay porn. She knows it's not "for her," but neither was the straight porn, and at least the actors look like they're enjoying themselves. And for a short while she is satiated by Sean Cody et al, but she runs into the same problems she had to begin with. She was not looking at sex but a simulacrum of sex, trapped in Plato's cave. Unsatisfied, she turned to vintage gay porn, hearkening to a time when most gay bars still had darkrooms and reliably smelled of piss and Amyl Nitrite. Here was the real thing, in all its animistic passion. But she still couldn't immerse herself in the fantasy. She wanted the media to engage with her own imagination and meet her half-way, rather than having it spoonfed to her onscreen. She turned to yaoi, with its elongated figures reminiscent of mannerist portraiture, then bara, including hardcore BDSM scenes. But the tactile sensations depicted in the pages didn't do justice to their real life counterparts. She turned deeper into her own imagination, this time reading erotica. No, not the poolside paperbacks sold at Barnes and Noble. The good shit. Why then, was she still not satisfied? She dug deeper, searching for the true meaning of eroticism. She studied the psychoanalysis of Freud, the cultural criticism of Susan Sontag, the feminist poetry of Audre Lorde. She took vacation time and flew to Europe, starting at the caves of Lascaux to explore the human urge to create, then traversed the Camino de Santiago on foot, along the way meeting a 56 year old carpenter from Burgos named Andrés, with whom she had an explosive affair. They both knew it couldn't last, which made them cherish each other's touch all the more. Upon flying home, she gave up. If her search for true eroticism never bore fruit this whole time, why would it now? It would take years before she stumbled upon the answer by pure happenstance: dubstep.

good read

 

[fr0st]

good read

thank you

 

[CorinthianLOX]

Just took a picture of my self and i legit look low ltn my life is over dude fuckkkkkk i hate my life im resigned to being an incel for eternity

Me too

 

[TheBlackpilledOne]

Ok chad