JazzFLASH @Jazzy_Butts@gameliberty.club

If I loved her enough and trusted her enough I wouldn't care that other stinky dicks occupied her vaginal space (I hate this about myself, and I hate the world, and I hate that I don't have control over stinky dicks or over who I love, I hate loving stinky dick servicing whores....I hate it....but they're the only ones for me, and me for them, two stinky dick cursed losers....AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!)

I am a slave to love :(

Serious business has roused me from my depression and has proved to me there are physical requirements to being human, not my preferred outcome. The serious business is romance. Romance is very serious. It's kind of the only reason I'm alive. I want to love. I want to be loved.

I have to make it my lifes mission to cockblock puas whenever I see them, YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO ASK WOMEN OUT BRO IT'S ASSAULT I'M NOT LETTING YOU DO THAT!! >:O

In the new cival race war bbcs will be collected instead of scalps

IF I started dating a girl who was an ex prostitute I would keep it secret, because of the SHAME (but I would date her if I loved her).

I wish there was a way to take a little ball of dough and put it on the phone screen and then the phone screen kneads the dough like a breadmaker and even maybe like heats up and stuff...but you'll have to put a lid on top to capture the heat and bake the bread. It'll be a phone bread lid everyone will have one.

Why do these bitches be succin smegma (philosophical)

You're depressed, you're in your phase, then, a pretty girl smiles, you don't know her, she's new, you get happy for a moment but shrug it off, you know how people are...then you learn something, you learn she rejected the bbc, you finally found her, you finally found the good girl

Things are lonely but at least this place isn't twitter