Are you lost needing femoid advice post here - For the poor bastard's who dare or are just curious

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"Nice cock bro"
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Yeah, if you’re more introverted and addicted to the internet it's easy to get into a rhythm of work, eat, scroll, and sleep (ask me how I know). You pay your bills, save money, look after yourself, and are "put together" but you are still socially invisible.
Is this not just life after college in general
 
Is this not just life after college in general
Yes, your life is mostly made up of mundane things but you need more than just monotony. Most people want more meaning and purpose in their lives besides stay alive and keep the lights on. Furthermore, I would say purpose is mostly found amongst other people. Rotting in your apartment scrolling Instagram reals might pass the time but it's an empty activity. I don’t think most people would be fulfilled in the life I described.
 
Ladies what does she mean when she calls me "puppy"? It was just one time. "Is puppy asleep" since I was dozing off while she was talking to me after work.

Is that like an older woman thing to call a younger person?
I'm not sure, but the background music of this thread just switched to Psycho strings. Not sure what that's about. You should probably ignore it.
 
The day before Nameless One stopped posting forever was an ordinary day. The leaves on the trees rustled their wordless exaltation, heralding the arrival of midsummer. All the world was green and blooming the morning Nameless One set out on his last walk. The woman he was meeting had said something about a dog, or was it a puppy? Blackout curtains. The oracles he consulted had whispered ominously of non-Newtonian fluids, stringed instruments, a terror that, like himself, had no name. Nameless One ignored the signs, but deep inside his heart he knew what awaited him at the end of that summer walk.
 
The day before Nameless One stopped posting forever was an ordinary day. The leaves on the trees rustled their wordless exaltation, heralding the arrival of midsummer. All the world was green and blooming the morning Nameless One set out on his last walk. The woman he was meeting had said something about a dog, or was it a puppy? Blackout curtains. The oracles he consulted had whispered ominously of non-Newtonian fluids, stringed instruments, a terror that, like himself, had no name. Nameless One ignored the signs, but deep inside his heart he knew what awaited him at the end of that summer walk.
And the Nameless One looked back on his life before he vanished into her broom closet.


It was all worth it, and a life well lived.

On the upside she knows how to cook sweets (Baker, so obviously) and says she has to cook for me someday but she isn't as good as her other family. Spurred on from me showing her the worst sunny side up fuck up of all time. I don't try to be fancy with food I make for myself. I told HER I'd cook for her and pack her lunches for work but it turns into the fucking opposite.

Chuddy side up.
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She said "LMAO WHAT IS THAT ()? Honey what on earth did you do? " after this. I know it was shit but I felt like a real r/kitchencel. Anyways she's gonna give me cooking lessons.

I think I have it. Thanks lady birds.
 
Ostatnio edytowane:
It flakes off when you cook it enough, it's one of those non stick pans.

...No. I didn't even use butter like I was suggested to by my grandma. She wanted a fried egg sandwich so I cooked her one. My food is edible, at least according to her. But when I make food for myself I don't think of myself as human I guess so I slap shit together in a quick bind.
 
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