6 results for "a19aba0fd7bc3f55a539fa1069db3e8e"
/r9k/ should be split into two boards.
From what I've seen, you have two types of posters.
>The avoidant poster, the type who has no friends and is desperate for any and all attention, especially romantic attention. Will simp for any femoid on the board, and even some men. This types makes up most of the bulk of the worst posters on this board.
>The schizoid poster, the type who actually make up most of the actual good content on this board instead of the incessant and endless complaining of the avoidant poster.
There's a third type too, the tourist, but they don't belong in r9k in the first place and would be better off sent to soc.
>>40761478
You can't even keep your copes straight, friend. First you claim they're simply straight men and then later you claim they're just too afraid to date cis men?
Anyway, I am too lazy to get into a long drawn out argument with you and I have to go to a doctor's appointment. I just wanted to give my anecdote on what I've seen.
>>40627940
I shouldn't post these things in the first place
>>40428943
I dont like my ribcage personally, its very upsetting
At least there is stuff to do in the meantime while i save up money to fix myself
GAY (str8 up) huge rip off yk yk yk
so we can't do a whole lot with it but possibly re-re-re edit to somethingn new one day maybe.

https://vocaroo.com/15BYOfSxOplc
>>40395112
When I was under 10, I remember absolutely hating it when my dad would force me to get a haircut. Not in the "oh man I hate being told what to do because I'm a kid" kind of way, but in the "I am losing some secret part of who I am that I can't quite place yet know deep down is vitally important to me" kind of way. I remember the feeling getting worse the older I got to the point where I was just bawling my eyes out sitting in the barbers chair after spending weeks coming up with reasons why I couldn't go that day and delaying the inevitable as long as I could. I remember looking into my dad's eyes as he forced me to sit in the military barber's chair and he knew something was deeply wrong, but it's not like he could have known what it was; I didn't even know what it was, all I knew was that the fear and loss and sadness was overwhelming.

After that my mom did my haircuts until high school. I still hated it but at least my hair wasn't getting eviscerated into a buzz cut every month