Spider-Man Homecoming this week. I might gotta buy that ticket and go solo to see it at the Movie Tavern. I know it's gonna be full 
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I see the lovebirds were going at it last night 
nikkas be posting nudes and porn links in this thread and your post gets questioned lol
On some "regular looking women
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I'm gone, have a happpy fun and safe 4 of July everyone! 
ill_will82
What you see, is what you get
Thats what happens when you're different or considered unattractive. No one think you deserve love or recognition of any kindnikkas be posting nudes and porn links in this thread and your post gets questioned lol
On some "regular looking women
I realized posting them is more harmful than good
i think his point isY'all make threads everyday protecting and defending men who are "under dogs" of the world. I identify and empathize with women more. Men's looks are criticized as much as woman's own. Also am I suppose to feel bad for wanting and liking kids
There's nothing to fake.
Again I support the socially unaccepted because of people like you and others in this thread.
Also I have posted Men before soooooo...
you seem to find beauty in all women
but the stereotypical male looks only
u like what u like tho
to each his own
I post men too though
Black Cobain
Donkey Punch? I Donkey Slap!
This place needs a gossip board, grown men being worse than the women they claim doing the same thing 
SeveroDrgnfli
Ain't nobody tryin to get indicted.
I got no friends, no girl, no family, and I have work today.
Nobody cares whether I live or die other than me. Happy holidays Josh, don't kill yourself. Nobody would find your body until the first of the month.
Birthdays and holidays get harder every year. I'll lie my way through the day as I do everyday. "What're you doing today?" I'm going to see my family and eat some potato salad. My mom makes the best potato salad.
"Ain't nothing like home cooking." Yep, chef mom is the best.
I've been lying my entire life and trust me when I say no matter many times I tell the lie doesn't make it more true.
At least when I did drugs I could get so high I forget I exist. It's crazy, I used to attempt to OD, I never did because I have a hella high tolerance for drugs. Anyway, my body would go numb and all I could think about were the bad memories. I didn't feel anyway about them but it's all I could think about. But I couldn't feel shyt.
Imagine being forced to watch a live feed of yourself being tortured. You see yourself suffering but you can't feel it.
When I was a nanny I enjoyed seeing how real parents love their kids unconditionally. I don't know what it's like to be liked let alone loved. People like what I have. They want to fukk. They want my help. But nobody wants me.
I've been aware of this since I was a kid so I don't allow myself to get close to people. I also know people change and feelings do too. People will leave me high and dry as they have since I was a kid.
I remember all the lies people tell me about sticking around. I remember the weather of the day the police kidnapped me and my life changed forever.
They told me they were going to take me to my mom. I got in the car and I never saw my family again. They dropped me off with some strange people and that's been my life since 6 or 6. Bunch of strangers around me and I just want to go home.
I've been trying to go home for 20 years. I miss my mom and my real family so much. I know they cared about me. My mom was 19 or 20 when she had me. She was dating hustlers. I remember things about her.
I know she was beautiful from how people spoke about her. I don't remember her face, but I remember her hair and her smell. I remember her voice.
She wasn't around a lot because she was doing what fast girls in the life did. I know she loved me no matter what.
That's why the cops had to trick me to get me. My mom would have shot them. I remember her having guns.
Lol I vividly remember guns and lots of real nikkas in our house. I have a little sister too. I think about her a lot man.
I worry for her. I hope they didn't get her too. I hope she knows her big brother loves her with all his heart and I looked for her for years when I was kid. If I was a little bigger like 12 or something I would have fought those punk ass police and rescued all of us no matter what.
If we would have been allowed to stay together we would have been fine. I had a huge fukking family. I remember them. My mom was ratchet and on drugs but she loved her kids. She didn't let us be abused in any way. She was shytty at parenting and she'd drop us off at our grand parents and uncles house a lot.
I think I'm a lot like her. From what I remember about her we're very similar. Very emotional firery people. I remember her yelling. Her volume was loud. Lmao, she was a hood chick for sure.
She wasn't stupid. I remember her arguing with grown ass men and punking them. She was small.
I forgive her because she didn't let us get hurt and she loved us. She didn't show up on my birthday because she got locked up for being caught with guns. I remember that vividly. I waited for her all day it felt like. My uncle answers the phone and I heard him talking to her about guns and jail. Then he told me she wasn't coming.
I remember a lot as I age. I used to think I was imagining this shyt.
I want to see her again to tell her she did her best and I know she loves me. I can feel it right now man. If the feds didn't do everything in their power to keep my identity from me I could find her. I could find my sister who needs her big brother.
I don't say this shyt for pity. I've only said this like five times in 27 years.
nikkas don't know breh, I'm the toughest dude on set. Like I said it only gets harder so I have to get tougher.
I'm capable of anything because I can shut myself off. I learned that growing up having these feelings. If I want to survive I have genuinely feel nothing. Because feelings lead to thoughts and my memories are the enemy.
I sincerely think my biological mom might put hands on my foster mom for the shyt she did to me. Being adopted did way more damage to me than staying with my family would have.
I read a book about the psychology of parenting and parents choose favorites they actually do love some of their kids more than others. I was hyper aware of all that shyt in foster care.
So fukk everybody. I hope the world burns down. Motherfukkers want to be goth and punk rock well come live my life. Come walk in darkness and hold hands with fear and be raised by death.
shyt is fukking real over here. nikkas have no idea. I couldn't explain it because you just gotta live it to get it.
Lmao I remember her being a shyt cook. But she tried! She really did. She made pasta a lot. It was terrible. I remember her fukking all food up. She couldn't even boil water. Poor girl, she tried though.
I remember her really trying to do the mom thing. But it wasn't her thing and I get it. I'm a shytty boyfriend because I do it moving. She was the same way.
It's kind of crazy how similar we are from what I remember. I'm just like her. So is my brother. We're al hard headed, we will fight you on sight lol, we're all very sensitive, and we're not fukking dumb.
I might talk stupid because I don't care but I ain't dumb.
Nobody cares whether I live or die other than me. Happy holidays Josh, don't kill yourself. Nobody would find your body until the first of the month.
Birthdays and holidays get harder every year. I'll lie my way through the day as I do everyday. "What're you doing today?" I'm going to see my family and eat some potato salad. My mom makes the best potato salad.
"Ain't nothing like home cooking." Yep, chef mom is the best.
I've been lying my entire life and trust me when I say no matter many times I tell the lie doesn't make it more true.
At least when I did drugs I could get so high I forget I exist. It's crazy, I used to attempt to OD, I never did because I have a hella high tolerance for drugs. Anyway, my body would go numb and all I could think about were the bad memories. I didn't feel anyway about them but it's all I could think about. But I couldn't feel shyt.
Imagine being forced to watch a live feed of yourself being tortured. You see yourself suffering but you can't feel it.
When I was a nanny I enjoyed seeing how real parents love their kids unconditionally. I don't know what it's like to be liked let alone loved. People like what I have. They want to fukk. They want my help. But nobody wants me.
I've been aware of this since I was a kid so I don't allow myself to get close to people. I also know people change and feelings do too. People will leave me high and dry as they have since I was a kid.
I remember all the lies people tell me about sticking around. I remember the weather of the day the police kidnapped me and my life changed forever.
They told me they were going to take me to my mom. I got in the car and I never saw my family again. They dropped me off with some strange people and that's been my life since 6 or 6. Bunch of strangers around me and I just want to go home.
I've been trying to go home for 20 years. I miss my mom and my real family so much. I know they cared about me. My mom was 19 or 20 when she had me. She was dating hustlers. I remember things about her.
I know she was beautiful from how people spoke about her. I don't remember her face, but I remember her hair and her smell. I remember her voice.
She wasn't around a lot because she was doing what fast girls in the life did. I know she loved me no matter what.
That's why the cops had to trick me to get me. My mom would have shot them. I remember her having guns.
Lol I vividly remember guns and lots of real nikkas in our house. I have a little sister too. I think about her a lot man.
I worry for her. I hope they didn't get her too. I hope she knows her big brother loves her with all his heart and I looked for her for years when I was kid. If I was a little bigger like 12 or something I would have fought those punk ass police and rescued all of us no matter what.
If we would have been allowed to stay together we would have been fine. I had a huge fukking family. I remember them. My mom was ratchet and on drugs but she loved her kids. She didn't let us be abused in any way. She was shytty at parenting and she'd drop us off at our grand parents and uncles house a lot.
I think I'm a lot like her. From what I remember about her we're very similar. Very emotional firery people. I remember her yelling. Her volume was loud. Lmao, she was a hood chick for sure.
She wasn't stupid. I remember her arguing with grown ass men and punking them. She was small.
I forgive her because she didn't let us get hurt and she loved us. She didn't show up on my birthday because she got locked up for being caught with guns. I remember that vividly. I waited for her all day it felt like. My uncle answers the phone and I heard him talking to her about guns and jail. Then he told me she wasn't coming.
I remember a lot as I age. I used to think I was imagining this shyt.
I want to see her again to tell her she did her best and I know she loves me. I can feel it right now man. If the feds didn't do everything in their power to keep my identity from me I could find her. I could find my sister who needs her big brother.
I don't say this shyt for pity. I've only said this like five times in 27 years.
nikkas don't know breh, I'm the toughest dude on set. Like I said it only gets harder so I have to get tougher.
I'm capable of anything because I can shut myself off. I learned that growing up having these feelings. If I want to survive I have genuinely feel nothing. Because feelings lead to thoughts and my memories are the enemy.
I sincerely think my biological mom might put hands on my foster mom for the shyt she did to me. Being adopted did way more damage to me than staying with my family would have.
I read a book about the psychology of parenting and parents choose favorites they actually do love some of their kids more than others. I was hyper aware of all that shyt in foster care.
So fukk everybody. I hope the world burns down. Motherfukkers want to be goth and punk rock well come live my life. Come walk in darkness and hold hands with fear and be raised by death.
shyt is fukking real over here. nikkas have no idea. I couldn't explain it because you just gotta live it to get it.
Lmao I remember her being a shyt cook. But she tried! She really did. She made pasta a lot. It was terrible. I remember her fukking all food up. She couldn't even boil water. Poor girl, she tried though.
I remember her really trying to do the mom thing. But it wasn't her thing and I get it. I'm a shytty boyfriend because I do it moving. She was the same way.
It's kind of crazy how similar we are from what I remember. I'm just like her. So is my brother. We're al hard headed, we will fight you on sight lol, we're all very sensitive, and we're not fukking dumb.
I might talk stupid because I don't care but I ain't dumb.
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I also post IG models and attractive men. I post all types, but ppl only have a problem with certain ones 