/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

I'm going on a walk, don't look for me.

>>56502026
NTA but I am just a lonesome single roaming Rosebud, looking for an friend in an open female hole I can throw all my bottled up love into until she overflows. My stores, my vast oceans of love, just sitting idly by as I reject swathes of whores. It has been building for so many years like the tower of babel, large and strong and will bring disaster if not attended to. Oh my weary heart, heavy from dodging cretinous whores attempting to steal my love for themselves. The only infinite resource on this earth, love, anyone can produce and for some reason so many still want to steal it. A shield brings itself to height, hiding my soul from the toxic air surrounding dishonest woman and other such heathens. I live on a mountain of unsent letters, written in a feverish dream that I have too frequently, the dream of someone beside me. O-heavens forbid I fall for the lies of a usurper. I, a simple rosebud want nothing more than to find someone worthy and in need of my love, for I have so much to give if only there was a fresh hole to fill up, an empty cup to overflow, perhaps even a pair of supple lips to keep warm against my own. There are so many nerve endings to connect and feel and brush against eachother. I long for the simplest of pleasures, to share my happiness with someone I love. What in this world can I not have other than this? Is this mortal realm so devoid of optimism that such a basic desire has now become a trek into the unforgiving depths? The light at the end of the tunnel keeps changing from green to red, I do not want to break the law but I fear I must run that light. I am not a complicated rosebud, I do not wish to associate with these complicated worlds of treachery and deceit. If only a clean and simple girl could spawn within my field of approach, I could finally devote myself to making someone smile without the lingering doubt that they don't wish to reciprocate. I'll take anything, in my naivete and hopefulness I succumb to anything that gives me hope, be it finely shaped clouds in the sky or letters scrapped off the city graffiti. Is it truly so difficult to sort the rocks from the beans? The wheat from the chaff? Sadness, dark days for now and the coming weeks yet again as I sit alone with such a massive stockpile of affection that I can't be sure would be put to good use if I wasn't so selective. I'll fall for anything seemingly pure, but I can't commit until they reciprocate. It pains me so that I am hurt in the way that makes me unable to indulge in blind faith past the opening act. I am worn, bruised, battered, yet I remain optimistic that some nice girl can see past the scars and appreciate the tender fruits of my love. Lets say you may know of any takers for my offer? Be there any pure hearted romantics left?

Just a lonsome single roaming Rosebud, looking for an friend in an open female hole I can throw all my bottled up love into until she overflows. My stores, my vast oceans of love, just sitting idly by as I reject swathes of whores. It has been building for so many years like the tower of babel, large and strong and will bring disaster if not attended to. Oh my weary heart, heavy from dodging cretinous whores attempting to steal my love for themselves. The only infinite resource on this earth, love, anyone can produce and for some reason so many still want to steal it. A shield brings itself to height, hiding my soul from the toxic air surrounding dishonest woman and other such heathens. I live on a mountain of unsent letters, written in a feverish dream that I have too frequently, the dream of someone beside me. O-heavens forbid I fall for the lies of a usurper. I, a simple rosebud want nothing more than to find someone worthy and in need of my love, for I have so much to give if only there was a fresh hole to fill up, an empty cup to overflow, perhaps even a pair of supple lips to keep warm against my own. There are so many nerve endings to connect and feel and brush against eachother. I long for the simplest of pleasures, to share my happiness with someone I love. What in this world can I not have other than this? Is this mortal realm so devoid of optimism that such a basic desire has now become a trek into the unforgiving depths? The light at the end of the tunnel keeps changing from green to red, I do not want to break the law but I fear I must run that light. I am not a complicated rosebud, I do not wish to associate with these complicated worlds of treachery and deceit. If only a clean and simple girl could spawn within my field of approach, I could finally devote myself to making someone smile without the lingering doubt that they don't wish to reciprocate. I'll take anything, in my naivete and hopefulness I succumb to anything that gives me hope, be it finely shaped clouds in the sky or letters scrapped off the city graffiti. Is it truly so difficult to sort the rocks from the beans? The wheat from the chaff? Sadness, dark days for now and the coming weeks yet again as I sit alone with such a massive stockpile of affection that I can't be sure would be put to good use if I wasn't so selective. I'll fall for anything seemingly pure, but I can't commit until they reciprocate. It pains me so that I am hurt in the way that makes me unable to indulge in blind faith past the opening act. I am worn, bruised, battered, yet I remain optimistic that some nice girl can see past the scars and appreciate the tender fruits of my love. Lets say you may know of any takers for my offer? Be there any pure hearted romantics left?

Page 10 confession: I lost all my friends a couple years ago because I was the only one going off to college but then I came back and I wanted to reconnect with them but now they finally got their act together and are going to college instead and I have never felt more lonely or isolated. I spend a remarkable amount of time listening to pop punk through fancy headphones and looking at the ceiling.

Just a lonsome single roaming Rosebud, looking for an friend in an open female hole I can throw all my bottled up love into until she overflows. My stores, my vast oceans of love, just sitting idly by as I reject swathes of whores. It has been building for so many years like the tower of babel, large and strong and will bring disaster if not attended to. Oh my weary heart, heavy from dodging cretinous whores attempting to steal my love for themselves. The only infinite resource on this earth, love, anyone can produce and for some reason so many still want to steal it. A shield brings itself to height, hiding my soul from the toxic air surrounding dishonest woman and other such heathens. I live on a mountain of unsent letters, written in a feverish dream that I have too frequently, the dream of someone beside me. O-heavens forbid I fall for the lies of a usurper. I, a simple rosebud want nothing more than to find someone worthy and in need of my love, for I have so much to give if only there was a fresh hole to fill up, an empty cup to overflow, perhaps even a pair of supple lips to keep warm against my own. There are so many nerve endings to connect and feel and brush against eachother. I long for the simplest of pleasures, to share my happiness with someone I love. What in this world can I not have other than this? Is this mortal realm so devoid of optimism that such a basic desire has now become a trek into the unforgiving depths? The light at the end of the tunnel keeps changing from green to red, I do not want to break the law but I fear I must run that light. I am not a complicated rosebud, I do not wish to associate with these complicated worlds of treachery and deceit. If only a clean and simple girl could spawn within my field of approach, I could finally devote myself to making someone smile without the lingering doubt that they don't wish to reciprocate. I'll take anything, in my naivete and hopefulness I succumb to anything that gives me hope, be it finely shaped clouds in the sky or letters scrapped off the city graffiti. Is it truly so difficult to sort the rocks from the beans? The wheat from the chaff? Sadness, dark days for now and the coming weeks yet again as I sit alone with such a massive stockpile of affection that I can't be sure would be put to good use if I wasn't so selective. I'll fall for anything seemingly pure, but I can't commit until they reciprocate. It pains me so that I am hurt in the way that makes me unable to indulge in blind faith past the opening act. I am worn, bruised, battered, yet I remain optimistic that some nice girl can see past the scars and appreciate the tender fruits of my love. Lets say you may know of any takers for my offer? Be there any pure hearted romantics left?

>>38681097
>>38681115
Would you feel good if you were starving and someone brought a feast out in front of you and made you watch them eat it all without offering a single bite?

What are the possible non-shitpost reasons that Obsydia aren't getting outfits?

>>26385740
>>26385771
I cycle through interests pretty frequently, most thing I get interested in I end up getting good enough at to be satisfactory. Last year I was looking through chi-fi audio and running and doing juice cleanses and MMA. All these things usually mush together in some form. Like I found the ideal IEMs for cycling and running are actually the Blon03 with spinfit tips cause they're so smooth and low profile that there's almost no wind noise, despite the fact that I have much higher end IEMs those are still the ones I use for cycling.

For the first time in years I had a dream, but you weren't in it.

I luv u thread gn I'm tired

>>21304277
>>21304256
That chemical doesn't exist. Season your beef while it's cooking, and use a ground blend made with the meatest cuts. Sirloin, chuck, and the likes. If you really want to go too far preshape your patties and freeze them to extract extra moisture.
Caffeine is bad in excessive quantities as are all things. One coffee per day is fine, 2 is pushing it.

>>21297712
You will never understand because you lack the ability to understand what truly matters in a relationship. Sex is only one thing, loyalty is the actual most important aspect. Men and women can be whores in equal measure and to think that having a ton of different sexual partners with zero repercussions for either side is possible is insane. If a woman sleeps around a ton she statistically has a higher chance of cheating in a committed relationship, but the same goes for men. If you truly cared about purity you'd also understand that the number of sexual partners someone has is inversely proportional to the durability and integrity of their soul. This is not gender specific, it's just much more common for women to have less soul than men due to basic economics.

Despite what your brotard gymcel creatine huffing friends have told you, one man having sex with 40 women and one women having sex with 40 men is actually the exact same thing. You can not properly argue against this fact, as it is entirely correct and you are not correct.

I don't watch the girls with purity in mind because I do not consider purity a more substantial indicator of reliability in a relationship than number of sexual experiences with different partners. One sex is within margin of error, people make mistakes and fuck someone they don't actually love all the time, but the corruption gets exponentially worse as the number increases. More than 5 sexual partners basically guarantees that either someone is an outright treacherous whore, or is such a bad judge of character that being involved in their life in any capacity isn't worth it.

Modern day males have realized that women are non essential, in fact a partner isn't even essential to many people. The only reason the couple dynamic existed was because it wasn't possible to live on your own effectively and raise a family, but modern technology and paid labor have largely negated this need. Women don't cook better than men, they don't clean better than men, they don't do anything better than men in the modern era except giving birth and even that's up for debate.

You give a fuck about purity because you think in absolutes, when sin is a gradient. We are all born into it, but only those with a truly blackened soul will actively corrupt themselves even more. Sex is a detriment to a human beings development as a functional entity. Having sex at all before finding true love should be seen as an act of selfishness and something that should be shamed. In a world where sex isn't even a necessity, it becomes a luxury. People who live luxurious lives beyond their logical means go into debt, and sex with multiple people puts you in moral debt. Men and women are often equally to blame for this current state of people who've spent more than their fair share of the human miasma on unwarranted and indulgent sex.

>>21247599
WAKE UP THEY'RE HERE THE SUBS ARE BREACHING SURFACE THEY'RE HEADING TO THE LEYLINES WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP

>>21057896
Told u, should've gone schizo when you had the chance.

>>20951792
why?