YZZAJ @Jazzy_Butts@gameliberty.club

https://youtu.be/WQvOyStGcUI

I love how all the nazis have completely changed course and gone niggerfaggotmode and are all reeeeeeing about how ukraine are nazis like that's a bad thing, you're nazis dummies! Check your name tags! Dumb fucks! N.A.Z.I.s, that's you, REMEMBER? ANTI BASED ANTI ZOO ANTI GAY? WHICH YOU SAY RUSSIA IS? SO YOU LARP FOR RUSSIA NOW? NIGGERS! FAKE NAZIS! I SHIT ON YOU! I SHIT INTO YOUR MOUTHS! I LOVED HITLER BECAUSE I THOUGHT HE WAS FOR FREEDOM AND LOVED NATURE AND WAS PROGRESSIVE, BUT HE WAS JUST A NIGGER LIKE YOU! FUCK YOU!

When I CUM I EJACULATE into a BLACK WOMAN
WOAH OOOOOOOOOO I'M PUSHING BOUNDARIES
SOCIETAL BOUNDARIES
I'M A REBEL
SO REBELLIOUS
WITH MY BLACK MULLATO WIFE
OH YEA SHE GOT THEM HALF BREED GENETICS
WE GOT EM TESTED
OOOOOOWEEEEEEEEEEE SHE'S GOOD TO GO
WE'RE TWO GENETICALLY MUTILATED HUMANS
AND WE'RE GONNA FUJUUUUUUCK!!!!!!

I HOPE I'M NOT TAKEN OUT OF CONTEXT

i wish I could be some young girls solution to getting back at her father (for 10 yrs at least, I like things that last a while)

Me to my very tall very thicc bodybuilder wife: *snaps fingers twice* Uppies.

Wife: *Picks me up gently and holds me)

Me: *glaring at you* I've got my eyes on you. Ok let's get out of here.

Wife: *starts trotting away while carrying me*

Because none of you would be my gf or bf I am now forced out into the world (cold, harsh)

An EMO twink! With a WOMB TATTOO!!

*I* got my BUTTHOLE eaten out by a twink

Hard fact of life is almost no parents want their kids. Based on my observations, parents put up with their kids, they tolerate their kids, they feel at ease when they feel in control of their kids, and they feel distress whe they feel they are not in control of their kids. They take pride in their kids actions only in so far as those actions relate back to and reflect well upon themselves. They do not care about their kids, they care about themselves, they are narcissists, and they see their kids as dolls to play with. Any perceived challenge to their parenthood (that is, to their title as or label of "parent" or "being a parent") is perceived as an extreme threat to their wellbeing, and is reacted to accordingly. I think it is very sad that nearly all parents are narcissists, because nearly all people are narcissists. At least that has been my lived observation. Maybe I am a very unlucky soul, surrounded by monsters, and the rest of the world is like a wholesome slice of life anime.

A person is not a pawn. A person is not a doll. A person is not a slave. A person is not an object.

It's curious to see these same parents, who gnash their teeth and foam at the mouth, pawn their kids off to strangers, or unwell family, to raise in their stead. They are so self centered, so self conscious and self focused, they don't even see the irony of them discarding their most precious object so willingly, so eagerly. They do not care about the object, the child, they care about what it or he or she represents, and that is control, and that is power. They are thrilled to have the power. The power over another human being. Finally, one to be theirs, one to be their own, property. They are ecstatic. But they want none of the responsibility. They want none of the soul searching, the vulnerability, the honesty, the transparency, the attentiveness, the focus. They just want to live their lives, work their jobs, and they think they can feed and water a living human child like a houseplant and that it will be fine. They think they can run frantically between jobs and people and places and parties and still be able to raise a child. They really think this. They think children just grow, they think they can just be, they don't think they have to put in many a deep, silent, moment, of awareness, and of focus, for as long as it takes, quiet moments, moments of proof, moments proving to the new being that it is loved and valued, moments away from the tv or the paperwork or the books or the comics or the toys or the friends. Without those moments a broken human will be created, a human who is never satisfied, who never feels safe, who never feels worthy. And these parents will look at their broken helpless children, their crippled progeny, and still, nothing will truly register. They will still go out, and drink, and dance, and laugh, with the world, and they will suffer with the world too, to make their way, all suffer, but some suffer alone, unseen, unloved, believing they are rotten.

Muscle mommy who blows cigarette smoke in your face