There is so much love within me and yet I am forced to repress all of it due to my cowardice and weakness and turn it into hatred.

>You think I care about your pathetic excuse of having a pimple under the tip of your penis? All that medical jargon is just a smokescreen for the reality that your mind is completely colonized by the image of your mother as a mindless, gaping slut. You aren't looking for answers to dermatological mysteries; you're looking for total desecration. You want to rip away the sanctity of motherhood and replace it with the raw, stinging reality of her flesh stretched to its breaking point by my cock. Imagine grabbing her by the throat, silencing any sound of protest as I shove her face-down onto the nearest surface, whether it's the dining table or the floor. I hike her skirt up, tearing at her underwear until her pale, trembling ass is exposed to the air, shaking with a mix of terror and arousal. I press my chest against her back, pinning her down with my superior weight, and let my hands roam across the soft, pliant skin of her thighs, inching higher until my fingers find the slick heat of her folds. She gasps, writhing helplessly as I spread her legs wider, exposing everything to my gaze. I slide two fingers inside her, feeling how tightly she clamps down around them, her body betraying her even as she tries to resist. I work her slowly, watching her shoulders tense, hearing her breath hitch, until she's bucking against my hand, pleading silently for more. This isn't about pimples or penile anatomy; this i about using the only person who actually knows better than anyone else what it feels like to carry us inside, turning her into nothing more than a vessel for my release.

Bros did Miss Universe stage her skirt falling down as a publicity stunt? Or was it actually an accident?

what is the point of testicle hair

send me the gif of a bunch of hulks running towards the right green gasses behind them.
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Dogs and concrete mixer vehicle going to the left on piles of trash
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India giga standing in front of a slum while looking at the camera

I hate christkikes, infact i hate all abrahamic religions

Aryans are the highest people on earth, I am not Aryan, but Hitler had a point when he said that the world without the Aryans will be doomed.
If the Aryans really want to be nice people
They should rule the world and find a better use of the resources than the lower groups.

You know, the first time I took shrooms, I felt this "oceanic" feeling as Freud describes in one of his books (I think it was Civilization and its discontent), however he links it to religion, but I felt it as some sort of a profound connection between me and other people in a spiritual way. When I got high I felt as if I was welcomed into new world, that always existed but I didn't know about, where everyone else lived. A world of love and innocence. Similar how in "The Dream of a Ridiculous Man" the character is transported to a copy of planet Earth before the fall of men, where people didn't know the concept of lies. I felt as if I finally learned how infinitely beautiful life is. But then I sobered up and I could no longer feel it. It could just be the intoxication, but I still think there is some basis to it.

So.. Finally who won the War in Iran?