Message from @PCENGINEDUO
Discord ID: 538934632427552779
you know what
She has a picture in her profile where she looks like she just got raped
she has that "in and out of rehab" look
but it's like a professional photo
she's probably done a lot of chemicals early in life
you want to be stabbed by a coke dealer ex bf?
her face is SLIGHTLY smaller than it should be
date that bitch
not significant
but like
That explains the similarity to samelpan @Deleted User Lol
85%
bro she does look exactly like the girl at the coke dealers
not like some people's faces who are like
"damn nigga you got like 60% minimized on that face"
this is like an 85%
niggas be like
your brain notices it
you dont
but I brought it up
true true
she probably has bacne
"she looks like that girl from twitter who does coke...hey what's wrong with her?"
my dick is 400 meters
long
@Deleted User haha virgin!
I keep this coked out facebook message by some dumb roastie on my google docs cause im an asshole
Five years ago today, this was me. Two weeks into my undergrad and new life in Montréal, 3 months into being 18, bursting with life and spirit. So ready to face "adulthood," so ready to run my own show, so ready for university. Vibrating with the sheer potential of it all. In my mind, I was prepared to live as the adult I had felt I was for many years. Turns out that idea was obliterated because holy shit I had growing to do. I had mistakes to make. And I made them. Liberally and with gusto. I had wounds to heal and mentalities to dissect, unpack and rebuild. In the coming months after this photo was taken I grew so much and so quickly, I could hardly keep up with myself and looking back, I can pinpoint these moments of growth like a map of the stars. I had so much bloody resilience and determination and still do now. So here I am, 23, sitting in a radical Airbnb in Tokyo, meditating on the last five years, mesmerized by the passing of time, trying to be gentle and less self-critical because my life has been crafted by me with diligence, care, strength, momentum and support. I have no idea precisely how others perceive me and can't be bothered to dwell anymore. I am powering toward bigger goals, goals I could not have even put into perspective five years ago. I am cushioned in my adulthood by the labour I have done to make myself happy. I have committed to my happiness and sacrificed for it. I feel loved. The growing pains have slowed but are a reminder that it's been a trip. I am grateful for my existence. I am grateful for the survival of my youth.
this is every woman's internal monologue in the world
and this lasts from 15-30
unless you can be a badass
and break it
that is a perfect representation of woman brain
The fact that women think men give a flying fuck when they're like
"I've been here and here and here and here"
bitch I care in that I know you sucked dick in all those places
its all TV normie shit
my friend was goofing off while her, some semi known musicians were hanging out and she went up to him and was like "you should really have some respect for whats going on right now"
"did you parents watch tv a lot?"
"yeah you sucked al ot of dick cool see ya later"