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Great post. Please reblog.
Looking for a female that would like to control my lovense toys over the internet. :)
I’m a proud and happy hooker
NC 828 BABY!
Where are all the southern guy and girl tweakers. When I say southern I mean; Mississippi, Alabama, Tennessee, Louisiana, & Arkansas I’ll start Northeast Mississippi here RETWEET IF YOUR A SOUTHERN GUY OR GIRL TWEAKER!!!😘😲😲😲😚💨💨💨💨
Yo
Dear my fellow struggling/recovering addicts.
Its obvious tweaker nation is no longer is as strong as it once was. Even the founder won’t respond , and the tag is dead. So I’m creating this post in hopes we can find ACTIVE BLOGS and help one another once again. The one thing we all struggle with is disconnection whether it be from friends, family, life or even ourselves at times… We need each other . So lets find each other
“When I thought no one understood and refused to see I tried.
I found others in this world that shared the pain I feel inside ”
✋🏾✋🏾 guilty 😂
Shit, if it's hot enough I'm way fucking louder than moaning! The only time you shouldn't be able to hear me is if you're straddling my face so hard that no sound can get out. And if you're servicing me and I'm NOT making some crazy noise then it's time to go back, start over again and again until you get it right. ;)
Is that a ego thing?
NC 💪🏾
I need everyone from NC to reblog & like this post. Trying to start a GroupMe chat & add everyone from NC (919, 704, 336, 252, etc…)
Make new friends, Meet up, Kick it….. etc.
So if you’re interested follow me & reblog this 👌🏾
PS) I go out pretty often so meeting some of you that like to have fun & drink would be nice 🤷🏾♀️
My mother also talked about periods to my brothers.
When I first got mine I had terrible cramps. Crippling cramps. I once was camping with my family and a few of my big brother’s friends when my period came. My cramps were so bad that my mom gave me a full pain killer ( I was 13 and before that she only gave me pills cut in half).
I literally laid down on my parents’ air mattress and cried in pain for an hour before the pill kicked in.
My brothers friend came in to the big tent and I was just curled up and sobbing. Now, I was quite the tomboy and was known to rough house with my brothers and their friends and made sure I wasnt seen as just “a little girl.” So my brother’s friend was confused to see me openly weeping in the fetal position (seriously, these were the worst cramps I have had in my life. My vision went white). He asked what was wrong with me.
My big brother stood up immediately and suggested a nice long hike. During this hike I am sure he had a pretty awkward conversation with his friend explaining menstrual cramps, because when they got back the pain pill had (mostly) kicked in and I was sitting up at a table when my brother’s friend sheepishly asked me if I was feeling better. I said I was better, and he said good.
When we made s'mores that night my brother and his friend kept me well supplied with chocolate.
Making sure sons know as much about periods and menstruation as daughters makes them better brothers, better sons better fathers, and better men. A man that understands a period will not lightly accuse a woman of “being on her period” if the woman is in an argument.
Another new one. Lol Reblog if you like it guys Plz. 😘
Yup.
What did I really do, to deserve such distan? I know, I was eager. I know, I came on strong. I was just… Excited to have found you. Someone who could understand, why I do the things I do. Someone who wouldn’t ever judge me. Someone who appeared to actually give a fuck about me. Who actually wanted to know how I felt. What I thought. Who I was. I guess I was wrong. I knew it too. I felt like, it was going to be the same, as it always is. I’m pretty sure I even said, all of this, to you. And like all the rest, you “reassured” me, that I was wrong, and you were different… Maybe, I’m psychic. Maybe, I’m psycho. At least, the drugs, will never leave. Never be anything, other than what they are. Never lie to me. Never cheat on me. Never tell me, that I’m not good enough for them. Never turn their back on me. I’ll never have to explain myself, my behavior, or anything I think, feel, or do, to them. I’ll never be, “Too much”, for the drugs to handle. They’ll always be there for me. Always offer me an alternative. Always offer me, however fleeting, a momentary escape. They may kill me, but they’ll never break my heart.
ASHEVILLE, NC , WNC, etc...
Reblog with your location so we can help find each other and connect.
Bronx, NYC
Some of you really need to learn how to respect people’s feelings and preferences without belittling, berating or mocking them just because their opinion, views, and things they like/dislike differ from your own.
I am getting so frustrated with the attitudes, feelings of entitlement and lack of kindness some people are demonstrating lately.
I get it on this blog and I see it happening on others. Somedays I brush it off and roll my eyes, but others it can be bothersome on a deeper level. And I think everyone can be impacted by these childish things people say/do now. And you guys never know what someone is going through outside of the internet.
So please, spread kindness and love to the blogs you follow…and if you don’t like someone’s blog just go look elsewhere instead of mocking them.
People don’t need to conform to your ideals to make you happy. Individuality is what makes life fun and interesting.
Xoxo,
Mistress
Pussy please!
REBLOG this if you follow me and are a guy and I’ll inbox you a pic of my pussy!
I would let you do it, again! ;)
&yes
Reblog to come party with Bambi
@bambisdirtysecret 🌸
Hey Tweaker friends!!
Me!
Yup
Like if you live here. Reblog if you’re within 100 miles.
Always!
Asheville, not far!