having sex with women is a humiliation ritual

[Gengar]

you’re supposed to strip down everything, your body, your dignity, your fears, and offer it up to someone who at best tolerates you, and at worst judges you for it

they tell you it’s normal to be vulnerable with women, that it’s healthy, but deep down, you know that every crack you show gets filed away, every weakness you confess becomes invisible ammo, even if they never use it out loud

you’re not being loved, you’re being tolerated for as long as you stay useful, entertaining, or desirable enough to justify your presence.

it’s not vulnerability that feels wrong, it’s who you’re expected to give it to
real vulnerability should be reserved for your brothers, the ones who’ve seen you fall apart and didn’t flinch, the ones who know you’re broken and stand closer anyway

they tell you "trust is sexy", "emotional intimacy is important" , sure, right up until you cry one (1) time and she feels her uterus shrivel out of disgust, you were never a person to her, you were a vibe, a phase, a disposable dopamine hit with an expiration date, a living breathing "can he provide stability and entertain me?" checklist.

real vulnerability isn’t something you toss at people who are biologically hardwired to lose respect for you the second they sense weakness, you save that for the few brothers who’ve seen the wreckage and decided to sit down in it with you, light a cigarette, and say, "yeah, man, life’s a bitch", the only people who can survive the radioactive wasteland of your psyche are the ones already mutated from exposure

women don't want the real you

most of the time, you don't even want the real you, the only people who can stand the smell of your soul rotting are the ones rotting right next to you, and that’s real loyalty, that's real brotherhood, that’s as straight as it gets.

you wanna know real intimacy?

it's chain-smoking with your bro at 2AM, both of you staring into the darkness and saying "yeah, I'd kill myself but the queue is too long"

it's sending each other the dumbest memes imaginable as a replacement for saying "i love you, bro"

go ahead, bare your soul to a woman, just don’t cry when she folds it into a paper airplane and throws it straight into the sun

and when you’re curled up in a ball wondering where it all went wrong, just remember:
you could have been spooning your best friend platonically on a couch that smells like old doritos instead,
straight, as, hell

Never has been a better moment to be a dateless KHHV than in today's day and age.

 

[Cats]

Never has been a better moment to be a dateless KHHV than in today's day and age.

ok oldcel

 

[Gengar]

ok oldcel

You're 19 aren't you? That means you're also an oldcel.

 

[Cats]

You're 19 aren't you? That means you're also an oldcel.

were did you get that info

 

[Cats]

You're 19 aren't you? That means you're also an oldcel.

im much younger

 

[Gengar]

were did you get that info

im much younger

Idk I assumed you were 19. I was gonna say you'd be an oldcel to 13 year olds and stuff.

 

[Cats]

Idk I assumed you were 19. I was gonna say you'd be an oldcel to 13 year olds and stuff.

im 15 brah

 

[Heightpilldealer]

you’re supposed to strip down everything, your body, your dignity, your fears, and offer it up to someone who at best tolerates you, and at worst judges you for it

they tell you it’s normal to be vulnerable with women, that it’s healthy, but deep down, you know that every crack you show gets filed away, every weakness you confess becomes invisible ammo, even if they never use it out loud

you’re not being loved, you’re being tolerated for as long as you stay useful, entertaining, or desirable enough to justify your presence.

it’s not vulnerability that feels wrong, it’s who you’re expected to give it to
real vulnerability should be reserved for your brothers, the ones who’ve seen you fall apart and didn’t flinch, the ones who know you’re broken and stand closer anyway

they tell you "trust is sexy", "emotional intimacy is important" , sure, right up until you cry one (1) time and she feels her uterus shrivel out of disgust, you were never a person to her, you were a vibe, a phase, a disposable dopamine hit with an expiration date, a living breathing "can he provide stability and entertain me?" checklist.

real vulnerability isn’t something you toss at people who are biologically hardwired to lose respect for you the second they sense weakness, you save that for the few brothers who’ve seen the wreckage and decided to sit down in it with you, light a cigarette, and say, "yeah, man, life’s a bitch", the only people who can survive the radioactive wasteland of your psyche are the ones already mutated from exposure

women don't want the real you

most of the time, you don't even want the real you, the only people who can stand the smell of your soul rotting are the ones rotting right next to you, and that’s real loyalty, that's real brotherhood, that’s as straight as it gets.

you wanna know real intimacy?

it's chain-smoking with your bro at 2AM, both of you staring into the darkness and saying "yeah, I'd kill myself but the queue is too long"

it's sending each other the dumbest memes imaginable as a replacement for saying "i love you, bro"

go ahead, bare your soul to a woman, just don’t cry when she folds it into a paper airplane and throws it straight into the sun

and when you’re curled up in a ball wondering where it all went wrong, just remember:
you could have been spooning your best friend platonically on a couch that smells like old doritos instead,
straight, as, hell

That's why I usually kidnap them and put a bag over there face

 

[Gengar]

im 15 brah

You're an oldcel to elementary school kids.

 

[Cats]

You're an oldcel to elementary school kids.

and your're a oldcel to everybody (still wuv you)

 

[Gengar]

and your're a oldcel to everybody (still wuv you)

Joever, I'm an oldcel even to grandpas.

 

[Cats]

Joever, I'm an oldcel even to grandpas.

agepil is alomst as brutal as dogpil

 

[TheLightOfMyLife]

great thresd

 

[Pento]

you’re supposed to strip down everything, your body, your dignity, your fears, and offer it up to someone who at best tolerates you, and at worst judges you for it

they tell you it’s normal to be vulnerable with women, that it’s healthy, but deep down, you know that every crack you show gets filed away, every weakness you confess becomes invisible ammo, even if they never use it out loud

you’re not being loved, you’re being tolerated for as long as you stay useful, entertaining, or desirable enough to justify your presence.

it’s not vulnerability that feels wrong, it’s who you’re expected to give it to
real vulnerability should be reserved for your brothers, the ones who’ve seen you fall apart and didn’t flinch, the ones who know you’re broken and stand closer anyway

they tell you "trust is sexy", "emotional intimacy is important" , sure, right up until you cry one (1) time and she feels her uterus shrivel out of disgust, you were never a person to her, you were a vibe, a phase, a disposable dopamine hit with an expiration date, a living breathing "can he provide stability and entertain me?" checklist.

real vulnerability isn’t something you toss at people who are biologically hardwired to lose respect for you the second they sense weakness, you save that for the few brothers who’ve seen the wreckage and decided to sit down in it with you, light a cigarette, and say, "yeah, man, life’s a bitch", the only people who can survive the radioactive wasteland of your psyche are the ones already mutated from exposure

women don't want the real you

most of the time, you don't even want the real you, the only people who can stand the smell of your soul rotting are the ones rotting right next to you, and that’s real loyalty, that's real brotherhood, that’s as straight as it gets.

you wanna know real intimacy?

it's chain-smoking with your bro at 2AM, both of you staring into the darkness and saying "yeah, I'd kill myself but the queue is too long"

it's sending each other the dumbest memes imaginable as a replacement for saying "i love you, bro"

go ahead, bare your soul to a woman, just don’t cry when she folds it into a paper airplane and throws it straight into the sun

and when you’re curled up in a ball wondering where it all went wrong, just remember:
you could have been spooning your best friend platonically on a couch that smells like old doritos instead,
straight, as, hell

I’d rather feel love from a woman than a man. A woman truly loving you is the greatest gift a human can ever feel.

 

[iblamejames]

you’re supposed to strip down everything, your body, your dignity, your fears, and offer it up to someone who at best tolerates you, and at worst judges you for it

they tell you it’s normal to be vulnerable with women, that it’s healthy, but deep down, you know that every crack you show gets filed away, every weakness you confess becomes invisible ammo, even if they never use it out loud

you’re not being loved, you’re being tolerated for as long as you stay useful, entertaining, or desirable enough to justify your presence.

it’s not vulnerability that feels wrong, it’s who you’re expected to give it to
real vulnerability should be reserved for your brothers, the ones who’ve seen you fall apart and didn’t flinch, the ones who know you’re broken and stand closer anyway

they tell you "trust is sexy", "emotional intimacy is important" , sure, right up until you cry one (1) time and she feels her uterus shrivel out of disgust, you were never a person to her, you were a vibe, a phase, a disposable dopamine hit with an expiration date, a living breathing "can he provide stability and entertain me?" checklist.

real vulnerability isn’t something you toss at people who are biologically hardwired to lose respect for you the second they sense weakness, you save that for the few brothers who’ve seen the wreckage and decided to sit down in it with you, light a cigarette, and say, "yeah, man, life’s a bitch", the only people who can survive the radioactive wasteland of your psyche are the ones already mutated from exposure

women don't want the real you

most of the time, you don't even want the real you, the only people who can stand the smell of your soul rotting are the ones rotting right next to you, and that’s real loyalty, that's real brotherhood, that’s as straight as it gets.

you wanna know real intimacy?

it's chain-smoking with your bro at 2AM, both of you staring into the darkness and saying "yeah, I'd kill myself but the queue is too long"

it's sending each other the dumbest memes imaginable as a replacement for saying "i love you, bro"

go ahead, bare your soul to a woman, just don’t cry when she folds it into a paper airplane and throws it straight into the sun

and when you’re curled up in a ball wondering where it all went wrong, just remember:
you could have been spooning your best friend platonically on a couch that smells like old doritos instead,
straight, as, hell

So u havin sex w man

 

[McSkziofren]

you’re supposed to strip down everything, your body, your dignity, your fears, and offer it up to someone who at best tolerates you, and at worst judges you for it

they tell you it’s normal to be vulnerable with women, that it’s healthy, but deep down, you know that every crack you show gets filed away, every weakness you confess becomes invisible ammo, even if they never use it out loud

you’re not being loved, you’re being tolerated for as long as you stay useful, entertaining, or desirable enough to justify your presence.

it’s not vulnerability that feels wrong, it’s who you’re expected to give it to
real vulnerability should be reserved for your brothers, the ones who’ve seen you fall apart and didn’t flinch, the ones who know you’re broken and stand closer anyway

they tell you "trust is sexy", "emotional intimacy is important" , sure, right up until you cry one (1) time and she feels her uterus shrivel out of disgust, you were never a person to her, you were a vibe, a phase, a disposable dopamine hit with an expiration date, a living breathing "can he provide stability and entertain me?" checklist.

real vulnerability isn’t something you toss at people who are biologically hardwired to lose respect for you the second they sense weakness, you save that for the few brothers who’ve seen the wreckage and decided to sit down in it with you, light a cigarette, and say, "yeah, man, life’s a bitch", the only people who can survive the radioactive wasteland of your psyche are the ones already mutated from exposure

women don't want the real you

most of the time, you don't even want the real you, the only people who can stand the smell of your soul rotting are the ones rotting right next to you, and that’s real loyalty, that's real brotherhood, that’s as straight as it gets.

you wanna know real intimacy?

it's chain-smoking with your bro at 2AM, both of you staring into the darkness and saying "yeah, I'd kill myself but the queue is too long"

it's sending each other the dumbest memes imaginable as a replacement for saying "i love you, bro"

go ahead, bare your soul to

Its not like you have to be too much uh fraid of doing that activity.

 

[Lookologist003]

right up until you cry one (1) time and she feels her uterus shrivel out of disgust

This is legit.

found out I'm good at writing smuts a few months ago trying to translate that to writing elaborate shitposts now.

Translate that to the bank. Wives will pay for that shit.

oh no I don't really find women attractive in general, doesn't really matter how much they abide by conventional standards of beauty.

Come on, Orc. You're supposed to keep it under the radar when you're trolling.

50% off sale on my course I will transform you from Dalit Incel in to Brahmin Chad @

@Zer0/∞

 

[Lookologist003]

Personally, I'd like a girl like the one below (you can see her attitude, more or less her personality, voice, etc. in the video below) who would stay all day in the house in my hoodies, with whom I would play online games where she would play support, and with her help to destroy the whole lobby in the cold and rainy days of autumn, spring and winter, and in summer to go to the cinema, park, mall, restaurants etc. while we both work remote or hybrid

The kind of girl who is realistic and content with a 2 or 3 bedroom apartment and an average car, who finds joy and pleasure in things more chill and less mainstream, but also more about how I make her feel with me..

You're looking for a man who looks like a woman. Actual female prototypes don't produce behavior like you are describing.

So many men, incel guys want a bro who basically just has a woman's body. Which makes sense, because women are materialistic and vain, cowardly and stupid.

 

[hunnidrounds]

OP is right. My bros have stood by me at my lowest while girls just treat me like a pariah.

 

[trashbinxoxo]

HAHA fucking incel

Nigga read the room

 

[trashbinxoxo]

That's that real poetry right there

 

[Lefty Rankin]

you’re supposed to strip down everything, your body, your dignity, your fears, and offer it up to someone who at best tolerates you, and at worst judges you for it

they tell you it’s normal to be vulnerable with women, that it’s healthy, but deep down, you know that every crack you show gets filed away, every weakness you confess becomes invisible ammo, even if they never use it out loud

you’re not being loved, you’re being tolerated for as long as you stay useful, entertaining, or desirable enough to justify your presence.

it’s not vulnerability that feels wrong, it’s who you’re expected to give it to
real vulnerability should be reserved for your brothers, the ones who’ve seen you fall apart and didn’t flinch, the ones who know you’re broken and stand closer anyway

they tell you "trust is sexy", "emotional intimacy is important" , sure, right up until you cry one (1) time and she feels her uterus shrivel out of disgust, you were never a person to her, you were a vibe, a phase, a disposable dopamine hit with an expiration date, a living breathing "can he provide stability and entertain me?" checklist.

real vulnerability isn’t something you toss at people who are biologically hardwired to lose respect for you the second they sense weakness, you save that for the few brothers who’ve seen the wreckage and decided to sit down in it with you, light a cigarette, and say, "yeah, man, life’s a bitch", the only people who can survive the radioactive wasteland of your psyche are the ones already mutated from exposure

women don't want the real you

most of the time, you don't even want the real you, the only people who can stand the smell of your soul rotting are the ones rotting right next to you, and that’s real loyalty, that's real brotherhood, that’s as straight as it gets.

you wanna know real intimacy?

it's chain-smoking with your bro at 2AM, both of you staring into the darkness and saying "yeah, I'd kill myself but the queue is too long"

it's sending each other the dumbest memes imaginable as a replacement for saying "i love you, bro"

go ahead, bare your soul to a woman, just don’t cry when she folds it into a paper airplane and throws it straight into the sun

and when you’re curled up in a ball wondering where it all went wrong, just remember:
you could have been spooning your best friend platonically on a couch that smells like old doritos instead,
straight, as, hell

Speak for yourself nerd. Sucks to be you.

 

[Gs.]

The way the public reacted to this thread just
proves further that showing any vulnerability as man is a mistake that changes how the people around you perceive you completely.

And the funny thing is, you cant do nothing about it

 

[Tusseleif]

I fuck women with clothes on