Your Safe Space to Just Vent

good afternoon muttr

4:19 axle up being nosey. Also im working atb4:04 and this idiot thinksnim looking for someone so of course it stands in whatvit thinksbis mybway to prevent me. Stop fucking watching me. Stopntrying to control where or who or when i look anywhere. Why don't you fucking go backbto the Philippines where this sshit is ok.

Fuck. Just a minute into jacking it with her panties staring at her pix her hot face got me jizzing buckets. Can't ever last long with her

I don't understand why I was born wrong, or raised wrong or whatever. I've tried so fucking hard to have not.al attractions, I mean a can have and am in a healthy relationship with an adult, but I can't stop being attracted to minors. I've never committed any crime because I'm a fucking person, if I did I'd send myself to prison and let them gut me like a fish, but I haven't. I don't understand how I can feel like I both do and don't deserve to live, I don't have anyone I can talk to because there's very little societal difference between people with thoughts and offenders, and in a sense I feel like there shouldn't be, there should be no room for validation of those feelings, but I still desperately wish I could at least be told I'm not the one in the wrong, that it's not my fault, but I dont know who's fault it would be, and it'd sicken me for someone to sympathize anyway

July 1946, Hungary issued a 100-quintillion (10²⁰) pengő banknote — the highest-denomination note ever put into circulation — during the worst hyperinflation ever recorded, when prices doubled roughly every 15 hours. I wonder what our highest denomination bill will be called before shithead leaves office? That money will be worthy of having his name on it.

The green online dot next to her username glowed on his screen: SassyVixen_99 Wizardry’s dirty fingers hovered over the keyboard. The rejection from earlier that evening and the public callouts on the feed had already dissolved into the fog of his short memory. In his mind, he wasn't a desperate guy recycling lines; he was a master strategist selecting his next prize. He typed out his first move: Wizardry: Hey there beautiful. I couldn't help but notice your posts on the feed. You have a really fiery, independent spirit that's rare to see around here. Most people on this site are full of drama, but you look like someone who actually knows her worth. Ever thought about taking this chat somewhere private? Ever used Zangi? He hit send and leaned back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head with a contented sigh. Across the globe, the notification pinged on a laptop screen in a girly looking studio apartment. The woman behind the profile, a twenty four year old digital marketer named Maya looked at the message and burst out laughing. She didn't even have to guess who it was; she had seen the public warning threads on SW weeks ago. "Unbelievable," she muttered to herself, taking a sip of tea. "The exact copy paste script. Word for word." Unlike the previous target, Maya had zero desire for his validation. Her ego didn't rely on random internet men praising her looks, and she certainly didn't need a middle aged stranger offering fake plane tickets. But she DID love a good laugh, and she had an hour to kill before bed. She smirked, her fingers flying across her mechanical keyboard to set a trap of her own: SassyVixen_99: Oh wow, Wizardry... I'm flattered! I see you commenting all over the main feed, so getting a private message from YOU feels like winning a prize ;) But Zangi? Isn't that what all the shady guys use to hide their messages? Prove to me you're a real gentleman first. Post a public appreciation thread about me on the main feed right now so everyone knows you're talking to ME. Wizardry stared at her reply, his eyes widening. His ego swelled so fast it almost made him dizzy. "She wants a public thread about her, he thought, a smug grin spreading across his face as he stroked his rough beard. She’s markin' her territory. She wants all the other women on SW to know I’m hers". Completely blind to the fact that she was setting him up to get publicly mocked by the entire site, Wizardry opened the main SW feed, clicked "Create New Post," and began to type...

Can't get enough of the perfume she uses to spray her panties with. Hot af. Sucking on them and my whole house has her scent.

Lmao. Why does this stupid crippled fuck keep hovering :19 :49. I have nothing to donwith that gamenof tag. But if course thats a manbdoing that shit. Married. To her sister. But no focus on me

MAGAF*GS will usher in fascism, to stop socialism, because they don't know the definition of either word.

He didn't get any reply during the course of the evening, but that didn't concern Wizardry at all. He browsed through fresh profiles of women on SW, with that inner itching of their image gallery being set to public and containing something that might catch his eye. " Hmm...this one is fat, but nice tits" he commented to himself as he browsed through the SW profile of a chubby girl. He flipped fast through her gallery. Not a single lingerie shot or an ass snap, Wizardry thought to himself. I like the slim ones after all, he sighed heavily. Then he struck gold. Another dark haired woman, very slim, sassy by all looks at her comments and posts. " Let the hunt begin" Wizardry murmured as he clicked the dm icon with his sticky fingers.

There’s so much drama at work now because of this manager and it sucks but on the other hand I’m glad the focus is on the manager and not on me like it’s good to have a common villain lol

When I search for Percy/Poseidon fancics I want to read fluff father son bonding stuff, not incest and smut! Y’all a bunch of sickos fr

O course axke waits until 2:50 had to be where he can spy. Atv249. Btw dipshit its her and brother in law doing that shit

This asshole is going to be all in my face watching me. I swewrnto fucking christ i hatethw male impulse to control and i hate gossip. I hate the sleazy horny peope who cant just do what the fuck theyre supposed to do. There is always some fucki g angel

The morning after she deleted her accounts, the public feed on SW was running its usual routine. Wizardry’s avatar appeared near the top of the timeline with a brand new status update, right on schedule: Wizardry: Good morning to the beautiful ladies of SW. Another busy week ahead. Anyone else feeling like life is too short to not take a chance on something real? Within ten minutes, his post had already drawn a crowd. But the reaction on the feed wasn't the starry eyed engagement he usually hoped for. The community regulars had seen this cycle play out too many times before. StaticPulse: Ah, the weekly "something real" post right after another profile quietly vanishes from the site. On clockwork, as usual. Whiskey_N_Wisdom: Let me guess... another private journey to Zangi that ended in radio silence? You’d think the playbook would get updated after five years, but why change a script if you keep posting it every Monday? VelvetSky99: It’s always the same three lines. Step 1: Compliment the feed. Step 2: "You look special." Step 3: "Ever tried Zangi?" He doesn't even change the punctuation. LoneWolf_88: Don't forget Step 4: The fake plane ticket promise that turns into a domestic bus ticket if they're lucky. Wizardry sat at his cluttered kitchen table, staring at the screen. The smug confidence from his morning mirror check flickered for a fraction of a second as he scrolled through the comments. He couldn't stand being called out publicly. It threatened the precise image he worked so hard to maintain. His sticky fingers quickly typed out his standard defensive deflection: Wizardry: Some people on here are just bitter and full of drama. I'm just a genuine guy looking for genuine connections. If you don't like my posts, keep scrolling. ShadowBoxer: It’s not drama, Wizardry. It’s just funny at this point. We can literally map out your posting schedule. In two days you'll post about a broken bike tire, and by Friday you'll ask if anyone has dreamed about a site member. Raven_Writes: The sad part is how predictable it is. Everyone on the feed knows the routine except the new members who haven't seen the cycle run yet. Wizardry didn't reply to the rest of the thread. Instead, he hit the block button on three of the commenters, closed the public wall, and opened his main follower list. He scrolled past the dark haired woman's now deleted profile without a second thought, hovered over a brand new account that had joined two days prior, and opened a fresh DM window: Wizardry: Hey there beautiful, saw your posts on the feed. You look like a really special woman who deserves someone who actually appreciates her...

Special day huh? Hope you enjoy it. Do something nice for yourself.

You know i dont know ho to do specials and please dont bebin my face trying psychotically to makensure in not looking at that woman. . Sick of thebcontrol freak stalker shit.

Its crazy how unbothered men are when other are disgusting and pursue sex outside of their marriage or underage girls or basically anything. 6 year age gap with another woman andbits morally a problem. Even if there is a suspicion of a consensual relationship between ADULTS and there is no male involved its also their business and a problem. I wish a biological weapong killed every one of you

Wizardry took a long shower. As he looked at his reflection in the mirror, the smug look on his face confirmed the ever present thought he had of his grand persona. " You still got it, old man" he chuckled to himself. "The 25 year old babes on SW can't resist you" he traced his rough beard with his sticky fingers. The Zangi notification snapped him out of thought. He looked at the phone. The naive slim dark haired woman. Persistent. " I like that " he said out loud. But my sights are now on a few different SW profiles. She will just have to wait. He proceeded to finish his morning routine by browsing through the public galleries of the women he followed on SW, hoping for a selfie or a lingerie snap he hadn't seen yet.

He needs to dye. The orange needs to become grey. Wash away the over saturated stain.