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Abc, Ass, and Barber: He must have said some real dumb shit to necked so mf hard it ended up on ABC 13 ABC13 Houston @abc13houstor Elementary school sends warning about "necking" game abc13.co/2PmzaB3 This next generation is sooooooo soft. First of all it ain’t even called necking. That’s when your dick getting swallowed by a real one and the head of your dick smacking her voice box. You ain’t no real nigga if you ain’t have your neck pimp slapped. Coming to school after getting a hair cut was the worse. The pain from this use to be unbearable. It wasn’t even the pain that use to catch me, it was just that niggas had no moderation or chill when they did this. You could be chugging some chocolate milk and unexpectedly here comes Malik heavy handed ass. End up coughing up a lung. This why everybody got that damn 2k haircut fade. we not tryna go back to those days. And don’t even start me when your birthday come around. We use to get jumped for our birthday. Birthday punches use to cause fights. You know kids in the hood got pinned up aggression. You think it’s your homie giving you a homie punch? Nah nigga just mad all his fruit roll ups is gone, there’s some extra behind that hit. Plus stop don’t mean stop that mean man up pussy. I got hit in my back so hard one time homie played Jenga with my spine. Whole back collapsed and I walk like a Dead Space boss villain. When that alcohol hit my neck in the barber chair it burn like usher. Neck sizzling like a benihana grill.
Abc, Ass, and Barber: He must have said some real dumb shit
 to necked so mf hard it ended up on
 ABC 13
 ABC13 Houston @abc13houstor
 Elementary school sends warning about
 "necking" game abc13.co/2PmzaB3
This next generation is sooooooo soft. First of all it ain’t even called necking. That’s when your dick getting swallowed by a real one and the head of your dick smacking her voice box. You ain’t no real nigga if you ain’t have your neck pimp slapped. Coming to school after getting a hair cut was the worse. The pain from this use to be unbearable. It wasn’t even the pain that use to catch me, it was just that niggas had no moderation or chill when they did this. You could be chugging some chocolate milk and unexpectedly here comes Malik heavy handed ass. End up coughing up a lung. This why everybody got that damn 2k haircut fade. we not tryna go back to those days. And don’t even start me when your birthday come around. We use to get jumped for our birthday. Birthday punches use to cause fights. You know kids in the hood got pinned up aggression. You think it’s your homie giving you a homie punch? Nah nigga just mad all his fruit roll ups is gone, there’s some extra behind that hit. Plus stop don’t mean stop that mean man up pussy. I got hit in my back so hard one time homie played Jenga with my spine. Whole back collapsed and I walk like a Dead Space boss villain. When that alcohol hit my neck in the barber chair it burn like usher. Neck sizzling like a benihana grill.

This next generation is sooooooo soft. First of all it ain’t even called necking. That’s when your dick getting swallowed by a real one and ...

Alive, Bored, and Club: PRAY FOR THE WICKE RP STARTER MEME <p><a href="http://jeanbeanmemes.tumblr.com/post/175161423268/various-lyrics-from-the-panic-at-the-disco-album" class="tumblr_blog">jeanbeanmemes</a>:</p><blockquote> <p> <small><i>Various lyrics from the Panic! At The Disco album. Feel free to change anything to adapt better for RP purposes. This is part two of the lyrics</i><i>! </i><b><i>Some lyrics may be triggering.</i></b></small></p> <h2><b>Dancing’s Not A Crime</b></h2> <ul><li><small>I’m a moon-walker. I’m like MJ up in the clouds.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I know it sounds awkward.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m filthy as charged.<br/></small></li> <li><small>You’re a sweet talker but darlin’ whatcha gonna say now?<br/></small></li> <li><small>The midnight marauders, the higher never come down.</small></li> <li><small>You can’t take me anywhere.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m still uninvited, I’m still gonna light it.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m going insane and I don’t care.</small></li> <li><small>Dancing, dancing, dancing’s not a crime unless you do it without me.</small></li> <li><small>If you’re night crawlin’ with him, I won’t take it lying down.</small></li> <li><small>I’ve got a few lawyers, and you’re guilty as charged, guilty as charged</small></li> <li><small>We could be waltzin’, but darlin’ don’t be throwing shade now.</small></li> <li><small>Don’t call me Saint California if you’re at another altar.</small></li> <li><small>Just gimme your vows.</small></li> </ul><h2><b>One Of The Drunks</b></h2> <ul><li><small>Orange juice, pour out half the carton. Grey Goose, pour it, get it started.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Good times, remedy your sorrows.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Baptize, don’t worry ‘bout tomorrow.</small></li> <li><small>Shake it up, shake it up. <br/></small></li> <li><small>Now it’s time to dive in.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Share a cup, share a cup.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Now you’re screwdriving.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Every weekend with your friends, every weekday when it ends.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Damn, it’s all good, I guess.</small></li> <li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb.<br/></small></li> <li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks. Welcome to the club!</small></li> <li><small>Never dry, every day you’re thirsty.</small></li> <li><small>Bourbon high, sip it till you’re tipsy.</small></li> <li><small>Night’s young, searching for a feeling.</small></li> <li><small>Big fun, dancing with the demons.</small></li> <li><small>Holy Spirit grips you like a pistol.</small></li> </ul><h2><b>The Overpass</b></h2> <ul><li><small>Let me hear you say something.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m sorry to get sentimental tonight.<br/></small></li> <li><small>That perfume lingers in your hair.<br/></small></li> <li><small>It’s just that everything reminds me of things I thought I shouldn’t have to see again. <br/></small></li> <li><small>See the thing is I’m so sorry to say you need me, don’t you?<br/></small></li> <li><small>Someone still loves you</small></li> <li><small>Meet me at the overpass.</small></li> <li><small>Sketchy girls and lipstick boys, troubled love and high speed noise.</small></li> <li><small>I know you wanna meet me at the overpass.</small></li> <li><small>Tiny bottles of shit wine in a tin can that climbs.<br/></small></li> <li> <small>I remember every time everything about you is perfect down to your blood type.</small><br/></li> </ul><h2><b>King Of The Cloud</b></h2> <ul><li><small>Heaven knows that I’m born too late for these ghosts that I chase.<br/></small></li> <li><small>With these dreams, I inflate, painted skies in my brain.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Every day, I’m Carl Sagan in space to escape this old world.<br/></small></li> <li><small><br/></small></li> <li><small>Some days I lie wide awake &lsquo;til the Sun hits my face and I fade, elevate from the Earth.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Far away to a place where I’m free from the weight, this old world.</small></li> <li><small>I don’t trust anything or anyone, below the Sun.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I don’t feel anything at all.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m King of the clouds, I get lifted.</small></li> <li><small>Some only live to die, I’m alive to fly higher than angels in outfields inside of my mind.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m ascending these ladders, I’m climbin’, say goodbye to this old world.</small></li> <li><small>When I fall to rise with stardust in my eyes in the backbone of night, I’m combustible. <br/></small></li> <li> <small>Dust in the fire when I can’t sleep a wink, I’m too tired.</small><br/></li> </ul><h2><b>Old Fashioned</b></h2> <ul><li> <small>Once upon a thrill from a kiss to a swill, we were swallowing the nights like we have nine lives. </small><br/></li> <li> <small>Dead and gone so long, seventeen so gone.</small><br/></li> <li><small>We were bored like kids with a book of disorders, medicating every day to keep the straightness in order.</small></li> <li><small>It’s the false side of hope, where believers concede, and there’s only memories when it’s over.</small></li> <li><small>Pour out some liquor, make it an old fashioned. </small></li> <li><small>Remember your youth and all that you do, the plank and the passion.</small></li> <li><small>They were the best of times, they were the best of times.</small></li> <li><small>Once upon before we were brilliant and bored. <br/></small></li> <li><small>Two dashes of the bitters, add some ice and you pour.</small></li> <li><small>Get boozy, boozy, boozy.</small></li> <li><small>Now it looks like a wasteland.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Not the way that we remember.<br/></small></li> <li> <small>One more sip for the past, and always tip your bartender.</small><br/></li> </ul><h2><b>Dying In LA</b></h2> <ul><li><small>The moment you arrived, they built you up.<br/></small></li> <li><small>The sun was in your eyes. You couldn’t believe it.</small></li> <li><small>Riches all around, you’re walking. <br/></small></li> <li><small>Stars are on the ground, you start to believe it.</small></li> <li><small>Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you. <br/></small></li> <li><small>You looked at death in a tarot card and you saw what you had to do.<br/></small></li> <li><small>But nobody knows you now, when you’re dying in LA.<br/></small></li> <li><small>And nobody owes you now, when you’re dying in LA<br/></small></li> <li><small>Nights at the chateau trapped in your sunset bungalow, you couldn’t escape it.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Drink of paradise, they told you put your blood on ice.<br/></small></li> <li> <small>You’re not gonna make it.</small><br/></li> </ul></blockquote>
Alive, Bored, and Club: PRAY FOR THE WICKE
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<p><a href="http://jeanbeanmemes.tumblr.com/post/175161423268/various-lyrics-from-the-panic-at-the-disco-album" class="tumblr_blog">jeanbeanmemes</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p>

<small><i>Various lyrics from the Panic! At The Disco album. Feel free to change anything to adapt better for RP purposes. This is part two of the lyrics</i><i>! </i><b><i>Some lyrics may be triggering.</i></b></small></p>
<h2><b>Dancing’s Not A Crime</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>I’m a moon-walker. I’m like MJ up in the clouds.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I know it sounds awkward.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m filthy as charged.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>You’re a sweet talker but darlin’ whatcha gonna say now?<br/></small></li>
<li><small>The midnight marauders, the higher never come down.</small></li>
<li><small>You can’t take me anywhere.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m still uninvited, I’m still gonna light it.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m going insane and I don’t care.</small></li>
<li><small>Dancing, dancing, dancing’s not a crime unless you do it without me.</small></li>
<li><small>If you’re night crawlin’ with him, I won’t take it lying down.</small></li>
<li><small>I’ve got a few lawyers, and you’re guilty as charged, guilty as charged</small></li>
<li><small>We could be waltzin’, but darlin’ don’t be throwing shade now.</small></li>
<li><small>Don’t call me Saint California if you’re at another altar.</small></li>
<li><small>Just gimme your vows.</small></li>
</ul><h2><b>One Of The Drunks</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>Orange juice, pour out half the carton. Grey Goose, pour it, get it started.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Good times, remedy your sorrows.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Baptize, don’t worry ‘bout tomorrow.</small></li>
<li><small>Shake it up, shake it up. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>Now it’s time to dive in.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Share a cup, share a cup.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Now you’re screwdriving.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Every weekend with your friends, every weekday when it ends.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Damn, it’s all good, I guess.</small></li>
<li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks. Welcome to the club!</small></li>
<li><small>Never dry, every day you’re thirsty.</small></li>
<li><small>Bourbon high, sip it till you’re tipsy.</small></li>
<li><small>Night’s young, searching for a feeling.</small></li>
<li><small>Big fun, dancing with the demons.</small></li>
<li><small>Holy Spirit grips you like a pistol.</small></li>
</ul><h2><b>The Overpass</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>Let me hear you say something.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m sorry to get sentimental tonight.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>That perfume lingers in your hair.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>It’s just that everything reminds me of things I thought I shouldn’t have to see again. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>See the thing is I’m so sorry to say you need me, don’t you?<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Someone still loves you</small></li>
<li><small>Meet me at the overpass.</small></li>
<li><small>Sketchy girls and lipstick boys, troubled love and high speed noise.</small></li>
<li><small>I know you wanna meet me at the overpass.</small></li>
<li><small>Tiny bottles of shit wine in a tin can that climbs.<br/></small></li>
<li>
<small>I remember every time everything about you is perfect down to your blood type.</small><br/></li>
</ul><h2><b>King Of The Cloud</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>Heaven knows that I’m born too late for these ghosts that I chase.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>With these dreams, I inflate, painted skies in my brain.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Every day, I’m Carl Sagan in space to escape this old world.<br/></small></li>
<li><small><br/></small></li>
<li><small>Some days I lie wide awake &lsquo;til the Sun hits my face and I fade, elevate from the Earth.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Far away to a place where I’m free from the weight, this old world.</small></li>
<li><small>I don’t trust anything or anyone, below the Sun.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I don’t feel anything at all.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m King of the clouds, I get lifted.</small></li>
<li><small>Some only live to die, I’m alive to fly higher than angels in outfields inside of my mind.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m ascending these ladders, I’m climbin’, say goodbye to this old world.</small></li>
<li><small>When I fall to rise with stardust in my eyes in the backbone of night, I’m combustible. <br/></small></li>
<li>
<small>Dust in the fire when I can’t sleep a wink, I’m too tired.</small><br/></li>
</ul><h2><b>Old Fashioned</b></h2>
<ul><li>
<small>Once upon a thrill from a kiss to a swill, we were swallowing the nights like we have nine lives. </small><br/></li>
<li>
<small>Dead and gone so long, seventeen so gone.</small><br/></li>
<li><small>We were bored like kids with a book of disorders, medicating every day to keep the straightness in order.</small></li>
<li><small>It’s the false side of hope, where believers concede, and there’s only memories when it’s over.</small></li>
<li><small>Pour out some liquor, make it an old fashioned. </small></li>
<li><small>Remember your youth and all that you do, the plank and the passion.</small></li>
<li><small>They were the best of times, they were the best of times.</small></li>
<li><small>Once upon before we were brilliant and bored. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>Two dashes of the bitters, add some ice and you pour.</small></li>
<li><small>Get boozy, boozy, boozy.</small></li>
<li><small>Now it looks like a wasteland.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Not the way that we remember.<br/></small></li>
<li>
<small>One more sip for the past, and always tip your bartender.</small><br/></li>
</ul><h2><b>Dying In LA</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>The moment you arrived, they built you up.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>The sun was in your eyes. You couldn’t believe it.</small></li>
<li><small>Riches all around, you’re walking. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>Stars are on the ground, you start to believe it.</small></li>
<li><small>Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>You looked at death in a tarot card and you saw what you had to do.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>But nobody knows you now, when you’re dying in LA.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>And nobody owes you now, when you’re dying in LA<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Nights at the chateau trapped in your sunset bungalow, you couldn’t escape it.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Drink of paradise, they told you put your blood on ice.<br/></small></li>
<li>
<small>You’re not gonna make it.</small><br/></li>
</ul></blockquote>

<p><a href="http://jeanbeanmemes.tumblr.com/post/175161423268/various-lyrics-from-the-panic-at-the-disco-album" class="tumblr_blog">jeanbean...

Energy, Life, and Memes: LEARN FROM THE PAS AND MOVE FORWARD Those who choose to simply forget the past miss out on its fullest potential. There are valuable lessons to be learned from it. And those who choose to ask the right questions about their past are most prepared to live life to the fullest in the present. 😉 - Consider the lessons we can learn from our past. By simply asking the right questions, we can discover… ✔️Strengths that define us. The talents and abilities we use to navigate and provide value to this world define the lives we live and the change we can offer. And by recalling our strengths in the past, we can better recognize our opportunities in the present. ✔️Weaknesses that frustrate us. ‘We all have weaknesses in personality and competence. When left unaddressed, these weaknesses limit our potential for impact and significance. Discover them. Recognize them. And learn to overcome them by seeking the help of others. ✔️Habits that invigorate us. Over the course of our lives, we employ a variety of disciplines to make the most of it. We discover a new diet, a new fitness practice, or a new morning routine. We experiment with them. Some work, some don’t. Eventually, these new disciplines either become habits or they fade from our memory. Look back. Recognize the habits that brought energy, health, and invigoration into your life. And embrace them again. ✔️Motivations that compel us. Deep in our heart, our motivation runs supreme. It determines the decisions we make, the use of our time, and the words we choose to use. Understanding our deepest motivations is a difficult task. It requires stillness, patience, and consistent self-evaluation. But the more we discover why we do the things we do, the easier it is for us to make the most of the present we are living in today. - If we start asking the right questions, there are countless life-giving lessons we can learn from our past. Would you agree? Comment below!👇 - past success learn millionairementor
Energy, Life, and Memes: LEARN FROM THE PAS
 AND MOVE FORWARD
Those who choose to simply forget the past miss out on its fullest potential. There are valuable lessons to be learned from it. And those who choose to ask the right questions about their past are most prepared to live life to the fullest in the present. 😉 - Consider the lessons we can learn from our past. By simply asking the right questions, we can discover… ✔️Strengths that define us. The talents and abilities we use to navigate and provide value to this world define the lives we live and the change we can offer. And by recalling our strengths in the past, we can better recognize our opportunities in the present. ✔️Weaknesses that frustrate us. ‘We all have weaknesses in personality and competence. When left unaddressed, these weaknesses limit our potential for impact and significance. Discover them. Recognize them. And learn to overcome them by seeking the help of others. ✔️Habits that invigorate us. Over the course of our lives, we employ a variety of disciplines to make the most of it. We discover a new diet, a new fitness practice, or a new morning routine. We experiment with them. Some work, some don’t. Eventually, these new disciplines either become habits or they fade from our memory. Look back. Recognize the habits that brought energy, health, and invigoration into your life. And embrace them again. ✔️Motivations that compel us. Deep in our heart, our motivation runs supreme. It determines the decisions we make, the use of our time, and the words we choose to use. Understanding our deepest motivations is a difficult task. It requires stillness, patience, and consistent self-evaluation. But the more we discover why we do the things we do, the easier it is for us to make the most of the present we are living in today. - If we start asking the right questions, there are countless life-giving lessons we can learn from our past. Would you agree? Comment below!👇 - past success learn millionairementor

Those who choose to simply forget the past miss out on its fullest potential. There are valuable lessons to be learned from it. And those wh...

Ass, Beautiful, and Booty: First night at home from the shelter. Reddit u/towntown1337 @DrSmashlove People ask me “aye smash what’s your type? What do u like in a girl?” Simple - I ain’t got no type. Anyone who says I do is lyin 🦁. I mean obviously from the captions u can see that there are things I like (skretch marks...above the booty dimples...thunderous thighs 🤤 lemme stop before I get hot and bothered.) But that don’t mean I don’t like thin women. I love them too. Equally. Girl if u don’t bring ya bony lil sensual grasshopper lookin a$$ and sit on this lap ol stick figure a$$ lmao wyd tho hangman lookin a$$ u cute tho lol handful of toothpicks with good hair lookin a$$ baby stop crying I’m playin with u why u gotta punch me ol legend of the slenderman lookin a$$ baby...baby why u choking me...baby? I kinda like this keep going HAHAHAHA LEMME STOP. Anyway like I said I ain’t got no type. Thicky thicc or slenderwomanous u all splendiferous. And that’s how I feel about doggies. I ain’t got no type. I understand people like different things. I don’t even blame people who go to breeders like I got close friends that’s done it and I’m not about to lecture anybody - they want a certain retriever or husky good for them. I don’t like puppy mills in my heart but I don’t judge. But as for me bruv a ratty lil mix breed rescue dog with a high pitch bark that sound like a child aggressively coughing? With them lil ass legs that allow him or her to run 700 miles per hour bruv? I love a crazy lil rescue mutt bruv he beautiful to me. But most important YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL FOR ADOPTING HIM OR HER - U A HERO. NOT A SMALL HERO BUT A BIG HERO - BLESS U - U WONDERFUL 😍❤️ [Editor’s Note: The reference to choking was made in jest and was merely intended to create literary interest. The author is from the hood. Consequently, I have built-in danger sensors. Wrap your hands around my throat and squeeze and u gon catcheth this fade. It be the petite lil joints that always wanna scrap too - don’t none of u lil grasshoppers DM me like “let me choke u zaddy ☺️” Imma leave u on ‘Seent’ ON PRINCIPLE. BLESS YA TINY LIL A$$ UP 😂😂😂]
Ass, Beautiful, and Booty: First night at home from the shelter.
 Reddit u/towntown1337
 @DrSmashlove
People ask me “aye smash what’s your type? What do u like in a girl?” Simple - I ain’t got no type. Anyone who says I do is lyin 🦁. I mean obviously from the captions u can see that there are things I like (skretch marks...above the booty dimples...thunderous thighs 🤤 lemme stop before I get hot and bothered.) But that don’t mean I don’t like thin women. I love them too. Equally. Girl if u don’t bring ya bony lil sensual grasshopper lookin a$$ and sit on this lap ol stick figure a$$ lmao wyd tho hangman lookin a$$ u cute tho lol handful of toothpicks with good hair lookin a$$ baby stop crying I’m playin with u why u gotta punch me ol legend of the slenderman lookin a$$ baby...baby why u choking me...baby? I kinda like this keep going HAHAHAHA LEMME STOP. Anyway like I said I ain’t got no type. Thicky thicc or slenderwomanous u all splendiferous. And that’s how I feel about doggies. I ain’t got no type. I understand people like different things. I don’t even blame people who go to breeders like I got close friends that’s done it and I’m not about to lecture anybody - they want a certain retriever or husky good for them. I don’t like puppy mills in my heart but I don’t judge. But as for me bruv a ratty lil mix breed rescue dog with a high pitch bark that sound like a child aggressively coughing? With them lil ass legs that allow him or her to run 700 miles per hour bruv? I love a crazy lil rescue mutt bruv he beautiful to me. But most important YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL FOR ADOPTING HIM OR HER - U A HERO. NOT A SMALL HERO BUT A BIG HERO - BLESS U - U WONDERFUL 😍❤️ [Editor’s Note: The reference to choking was made in jest and was merely intended to create literary interest. The author is from the hood. Consequently, I have built-in danger sensors. Wrap your hands around my throat and squeeze and u gon catcheth this fade. It be the petite lil joints that always wanna scrap too - don’t none of u lil grasshoppers DM me like “let me choke u zaddy ☺️” Imma leave u on ‘Seent’ ON PRINCIPLE. BLESS YA TINY LIL A$$ UP 😂😂😂]

People ask me “aye smash what’s your type? What do u like in a girl?” Simple - I ain’t got no type. Anyone who says I do is lyin 🦁. I mean o...

9gag, Being Alone, and Crying: Sitting at home, alone in the house, i feel actually kind of peacefull, typing this up. I have already accepted my fate. I was diagnosed with cancer a week ago, and the doctors gave me 2 months to live, and right nowi 7 KB JPG just really want to share the story of how i got cancer. So here it is First, a bit of backstory 4 years old >Freshman year On second day of school, make a friend who we Mike was a few years older than me Get really close with mike At the time, kissless virgin Terrified with girls Desperate for a girlfriend Mike tells me that it's easy to talk to girls >Just don't be nervous and talk to one Iv'e always been too nervous to even approach One day, he literally pushes me infront a girl i this is anon. Walks away panick, and she kind of giggles We end up talking Shes actually kind of nice Me and female become friends Fastforward 2 years later Me and female end up dating Dating for a year and a half We become known as the Lily and Marshal of my highschool Mike is having a party at his house Me and female go >I have a few drinks, but gf has alot more than i She gets some cigaretts and starts smoking with some guy Drunkenly tries to make me smoke too i try it, but have a coughing fit and don't do it She starts to get anoyed that i won't smoke with er "Whatever" she says and walks off visually Kept partying with Mike and make a few new S. Later, i can't find gf Start asking around for her One girl says she saw her go upstairs with smoker guy Ohfuckno Mike sees me run upstairs and follows me Open a bedroom door and see her with her top off, making out with smokerfag >I'm stunned. Speachless Mike grabs guy and throws him off the bed Female starts crying and saying sorry Runs over and hugs me Not gonna ask if i can continut because im not a Cont?cunt Anonymous 07/27/15(Mon)23:25:05 No. 630890540 Cont pleeease Anonymous 07/27/15(Mon)23:27:19 No.630890983 Few days later, feel an urge to smoke Decide 'what's the harm l end up having one maybe once a week Not 19 yet (legel smoking/drinking age in canada) so i have to bum them off of people turns out female kept on talking and seeing eachother once in a while behind my back Long story short, female dumps me for smokefag Start smoking to cope with it > I was in love with female, and i still am l dont know how to deal this. She was my >i get super depressed cry almost every night for 6 months contemplate suicide decide i dont want to live without female decide to get super drunk and give myself alcohol poisoning. Just kind of, fade away peacefully ive always told mike everything, but i didnt tell him how hurt i was by female > tell him i want to drink » mike lives alone now, so we do it at his house get super drunk. I cant really remember any of what happened that night aparently i passed out and he turned me on my side so i wouldnt choke on my own vomit Wake up and see him sitting in a chair start crying uncontrollably tell mike what i tried to do Mike really helped me deal with all the pain, but my smoking habbit stayed >2 weeks ago lungs feel strange. Sharp pains when i take deep go to doctor to get it checked out take some tests few days later, i get a call from doctor nervouse as fuck turns out im completly fine suicide attempt was a month ago Still a little depressed, but not suicidal anymore mike calls or texts me everyday to makesure in ok one day, mike texts me a link of a funny picture to try and cheer me up its a link to a picture on 9gag get cancer Anon shares a heartbreaking story
9gag, Being Alone, and Crying: Sitting at home, alone in the
 house, i feel actually kind of
 peacefull, typing this up. I have
 already accepted my fate. I was
 diagnosed with cancer a week
 ago, and the doctors gave me 2
 months to live, and right nowi
 7 KB JPG
 just really want to share the story of how i got
 cancer. So here it is
 First, a bit of backstory
 4 years old
 >Freshman year
 On second day of school, make a friend who we
 Mike was a few years older than me
 Get really close with mike
 At the time, kissless virgin
 Terrified with girls
 Desperate for a girlfriend
 Mike tells me that it's easy to talk to girls
 >Just don't be nervous and talk to one
 Iv'e always been too nervous to even approach
 One day, he literally pushes me infront a girl i
 this is anon.
 Walks away
 panick, and she kind of giggles
 We end up talking
 Shes actually kind of nice
 Me and female become friends
 Fastforward 2 years later
 Me and female end up dating
 Dating for a year and a half
 We become known as the Lily and Marshal of
 my highschool
 Mike is having a party at his house
 Me and female go
 >I have a few drinks, but gf has alot more than i
 She gets some cigaretts and starts smoking
 with some guy
 Drunkenly tries to make me smoke too
 i try it, but have a coughing fit and don't do it
 She starts to get anoyed that i won't smoke with
 er
 "Whatever" she says and walks off visually
 Kept partying with Mike and make a few new
 S.
 Later, i can't find gf
 Start asking around for her
 One girl says she saw her go upstairs with
 smoker guy
 Ohfuckno
 Mike sees me run upstairs and follows me
 Open a bedroom door and see her with her top
 off, making out with smokerfag
 >I'm stunned. Speachless
 Mike grabs guy and throws him off the bed
 Female starts crying and saying sorry
 Runs over and hugs me
 Not gonna ask if i can continut because im not a
 Cont?cunt
 Anonymous
 07/27/15(Mon)23:25:05 No. 630890540
 Cont pleeease
 Anonymous 07/27/15(Mon)23:27:19 No.630890983
 Few days later, feel an urge to smoke
 Decide 'what's the harm
 l end up having one maybe once a week
 Not 19 yet (legel smoking/drinking age in
 canada) so i have to bum them off of people
 turns out female kept on talking and seeing
 eachother once in a while behind my back
 Long story short, female dumps me for smokefag
 Start smoking to cope with it
 > I was in love with female, and i still am
 l dont know how to deal this. She was my
 >i get super depressed
 cry almost every night for 6 months
 contemplate suicide
 decide i dont want to live without female
 decide to get super drunk and give myself
 alcohol poisoning. Just kind of, fade away
 peacefully
 ive always told mike everything, but i didnt tell
 him how hurt i was by female
 > tell him i want to drink
 » mike lives alone now, so we do it at his house
 get super drunk. I cant really remember any of
 what happened that night
 aparently i passed out and he turned me on my
 side so i wouldnt choke on my own vomit
 Wake up and see him sitting in a chair
 start crying uncontrollably
 tell mike what i tried to do
 Mike really helped me deal with all the pain, but
 my smoking habbit stayed
 >2 weeks ago
 lungs feel strange. Sharp pains when i take
 deep
 go to doctor to get it checked out
 take some tests
 few days later, i get a call from doctor
 nervouse as fuck
 turns out im completly fine
 suicide attempt was a month ago
 Still a little depressed, but not suicidal anymore
 mike calls or texts me everyday to makesure in
 ok
 one day, mike texts me a link of a funny picture
 to try and cheer me up
 its a link to a picture on 9gag
 get cancer
Anon shares a heartbreaking story

Anon shares a heartbreaking story