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Hello (and thanks for reading!),
I am a creative nerd, asocial hermit, and walking stereotype of the melancholic struggling artist.
I guess that doesn't sound great, but I would also like to believe that I am a great friend, attentive listener, problem solver, and quite emotionally intelligent. I am educated (master's degree), self-employed as a freelance writer (I have some goals this year I hope I have the courage and energy to shoot for), and love to make people laugh. My primary "love languages" include quality time, words of affirmation, and physical touch. I want to spend time with you (and give you space), tell you how great you are (without patronizing), and hold your hand and stuff (maybe touch your butt).
Look, dating hasn't been going great these past few years - I wouldn't say I have any horror stories, but it is difficult to find that genuine connection for my balance of grounded, quirky, shy, anxious, fun-loving, creative, loving, and occasional self-loathing that I embody. In terms of typical qualities, I gotta be honest: I'm not an ambitious, travel-loving, type-A grindset kind of guy. I'm a comfortable bug, happy at home or walking in empty spaces with music in my ears, listening to my friends' problems and then watching shows or playing games with them online, looking forward to cooking something simple yet tasty so I can have leftovers the next day kind of guy. I think I can be exciting and challenging, and I'm willing to do a lot for a person I like but you probably won't find a jet-setting whirlwind romance here, sorry.
In terms of hobbies, I love learning about history, cooking, trivia, engineering projects, scientific discoveries, how things work, why things are the way they are. I play a lot of games in my free time, and I'd like to play games with you (although the sweaty PvP ones I might sit out unless we REALLY hit it off). I collect and read tabletop RPGs and board games, and enjoy comics and webcomics as well. Of course I watch shows and often the same shows - I would really enjoy introducing some of my favorites to you. In general I am very passionate about discussing the little nerdy intricacies of things that I am into and in equal measure I'd love to hear you geek out about your favorite stuff as well. My taste in music covers the entire gamut but my top most-played for 2022 included a lot of theatrical rock, shoegaze, prog/jazz fusion, indie pop, and heavy metal/hardcore - I wish I went to more concerts. Horror movies are cool but I'll watch anything if there is someone to talk to during. I don't write much as a hobby these days since doing it for work but running a good tabletop game will get me motivated in a heartbeat.
I also have a cute little chihuahua/terrier who is afraid that every stranger wants to ruin her life, I exercise regularly, and I enjoy hiking/biking/bouldering for more active activities.
Socially, I am very introverted. I'm not interested in meeting strangers (present post excluded, of course), I need my time alone every now and then, and if there's a lot of socialization I will need to like... take a breather for a bit and that's cool, no biggie. I get anxious when I have to talk on the phone, I dread long checkouts at the grocery store, and I am not pleased having my picture taken (although I'll be a good sport about it). I'm very gregarious and jolly with my friends or close-knit groups, but I wanted to make this clear because I have met some people who really don't understand that like, no, I do not want to go to this thing or that event just to meet people or be stuck in rooms with strangers. Please be okay with that. I promise your parents will love me, though (if you get along with them).
Physically, I must apologize on my behalf - I am excessively average in appearance. 5'8", brown haibrown eyes, dad bod although I have been working consistently to reach a more fit figure and would consider that a realistic goal for me. I have a big bushy beard and looong hair down to my tailbone, although I have no particular attachment to it and would let any potential future partner have a strong voice on if it stays or if it goes. I've never tried to dress for anyone else but myself - I tend to wear a lot of grey or earth-tone khaki pants, button-down shirt over t-shirt, and a jacket if it is cold. I might have a suit stashed away somewhere but if I do we're gonna have to tailor that bad boy before busting it out. If you like the "hairy soft bod" trope I think you're in luck, haha.
Your pic gets mine, as they say.
What am I looking for, exactly? Well, dating in the traditional sense has never been my cup of tea - I guess I've never really done much of anything in the traditional sense, for better or worse. I want us to be friends, to get to know each other and spend time together talking or sharing activities and hopefully we start swapping food pics and outfit selfies and shots of places we visit and it becomes difficult to go to sleep because we're each trying to be the last to say "goodnight" and then we realize that damn, we really enjoy each other's company and should really talk about getting serious with it - like, go out and shit. Slap a label on that sucker. I hope you are the kind of cozy homebody nerd or super badass action chick gets along well with cozy nerds who wants to forge a genuine connection. If you're local we can still go on traditional dates for pizza and museums and stuff too of course but I don't mind a long-distance thing either. If the feelings are forged, we'll make it work.
As an admittedly average unfashionable dad-bod guy I know I don't have much place to make physical demands of people but in that department I would hope you are some form of HWP or on the way there, aaand... gosh, that's it really. I'm trying hard to be healthy - I would want to be with someone who feels the same.
So, hey! I know this is a lot but I wanted to paint a genuine portrait of where I am coming from and what I am looking for. I'm not a difficult person and it's easy to say hi to me, although I perform my best with some sort of prompt to go off of. Seriously, ask me stuff - I love answering questions and will be sure to follow up with some for you! Tell me a bit about yourself, what's a hobby you're happy with and what's a hobby you wish you could explore more or had more friends to share it with?

So I'm a 25 year old British guy living in London. I'm a bit of a nerdy guy in general but also huge fitness fanatic so would be cool to chat to someone with similar interests. 6ft, blue eyes, blond hair and tattooed. I work from home a lot so looking for an online buddy to pass the time with.
Other interests include movies, gym, comics, novels, anime, video games and more. Basically looking for someone I can chat with about anything while I work!

Hello (and thanks for reading!),
I am a creative nerd, asocial hermit, and walking stereotype of the melancholic struggling artist.
I guess that doesn't sound great, but I would also like to believe that I am a great friend, attentive listener, problem solver, and quite emotionally intelligent. I am educated (master's degree), self-employed as a freelance writer (I have some goals this year I hope I have the courage and energy to shoot for), and love to make people laugh. My primary "love languages" include quality time, words of affirmation, and physical touch. I want to spend time with you (and give you space), tell you how great you are (without patronizing), and hold your hand and stuff (maybe touch your butt).
Look, dating hasn't been going great these past few years - I wouldn't say I have any horror stories, but it is difficult to find that genuine connection for my balance of grounded, quirky, shy, anxious, fun-loving, creative, loving, and occasional self-loathing that I embody. In terms of typical qualities, I gotta be honest: I'm not an ambitious, travel-loving, type-A grindset kind of guy. I'm a comfortable bug, happy at home or walking in empty spaces with music in my ears, listening to my friends' problems and then watching shows or playing games with them online, looking forward to cooking something simple yet tasty so I can have leftovers the next day kind of guy. I think I can be exciting and challenging, and I'm willing to do a lot for a person I like but you probably won't find a jet-setting whirlwind romance here, sorry.
In terms of hobbies, I love learning about history, cooking, trivia, engineering projects, scientific discoveries, how things work, why things are the way they are. I play a lot of games in my free time, and I'd like to play games with you (although the sweaty PvP ones I might sit out unless we REALLY hit it off). I collect and read tabletop RPGs and board games, and enjoy comics and webcomics as well. Of course I watch shows and often the same shows - I would really enjoy introducing some of my favorites to you. In general I am very passionate about discussing the little nerdy intricacies of things that I am into and in equal measure I'd love to hear you geek out about your favorite stuff as well. My taste in music covers the entire gamut but my top most-played for 2022 included a lot of theatrical rock, shoegaze, prog/jazz fusion, indie pop, and heavy metal/hardcore - I wish I went to more concerts. Horror movies are cool but I'll watch anything if there is someone to talk to during. I don't write much as a hobby these days since doing it for work but running a good tabletop game will get me motivated in a heartbeat.
I also have a cute little chihuahua/terrier who is afraid that every stranger wants to ruin her life, I exercise regularly, and I enjoy hiking/biking/bouldering for more active activities.
Socially, I am very introverted. I'm not interested in meeting strangers (present post excluded, of course), I need my time alone every now and then, and if there's a lot of socialization I will need to like... take a breather for a bit and that's cool, no biggie. I get anxious when I have to talk on the phone, I dread long checkouts at the grocery store, and I am not pleased having my picture taken (although I'll be a good sport about it). I'm very gregarious and jolly with my friends or close-knit groups, but I wanted to make this clear because I have met some people who really don't understand that like, no, I do not want to go to this thing or that event just to meet people or be stuck in rooms with strangers. Please be okay with that. I promise your parents will love me, though (if you get along with them).
Physically, I must apologize on my behalf - I am excessively average in appearance. 5'8", brown haibrown eyes, dad bod although I have been working consistently to reach a more fit figure and would consider that a realistic goal for me. I have a big bushy beard and looong hair down to my tailbone, although I have no particular attachment to it and would let any potential future partner have a strong voice on if it stays or if it goes. I've never tried to dress for anyone else but myself - I tend to wear a lot of grey or earth-tone khaki pants, button-down shirt over t-shirt, and a jacket if it is cold. I might have a suit stashed away somewhere but if I do we're gonna have to tailor that bad boy before busting it out. If you like the "hairy soft bod" trope I think you're in luck, haha.
Your pic gets mine, as they say.
What am I looking for, exactly? Well, dating in the traditional sense has never been my cup of tea - I guess I've never really done much of anything in the traditional sense, for better or worse. I want us to be friends, to get to know each other and spend time together talking or sharing activities and hopefully we start swapping food pics and outfit selfies and shots of places we visit and it becomes difficult to go to sleep because we're each trying to be the last to say "goodnight" and then we realize that damn, we really enjoy each other's company and should really talk about getting serious with it - like, go out and shit. Slap a label on that sucker. I hope you are the kind of cozy homebody nerd or super badass action chick gets along well with cozy nerds who wants to forge a genuine connection. If you're local we can still go on traditional dates for pizza and museums and stuff too of course but I don't mind a long-distance thing either. If the feelings are forged, we'll make it work.
As an admittedly average unfashionable dad-bod guy I know I don't have much place to make physical demands of people but in that department I would hope you are some form of HWP or on the way there, aaand... gosh, that's it really. I'm trying hard to be healthy - I would want to be with someone who feels the same.
So, hey! I know this is a lot but I wanted to paint a genuine portrait of where I am coming from and what I am looking for. I'm not a difficult person and it's easy to say hi to me, although I perform my best with some sort of prompt to go off of. Seriously, ask me stuff - I love answering questions and will be sure to follow up with some for you! Tell me a bit about yourself, what's a hobby you're happy with and what's a hobby you wish you could explore more or had more friends to share it with?

Part 1
My father spent 14 years locked behind the thick steel doors of the Barry Telford State Penitentiary located right outside Texarkana, Texas. Recently I took an interest in the darker events that have happened to various family members and sat down to ask him if he had any chilling stories or experiences he could share about his time he spent incarcerated, anything that he hadn’t shared with me before.
I was both pleased and horrified as for the next two hours he divulged some truly chilling and grotesque tales. I will just let you know now that some of these stories are graphic and if you have a weak stomach I’d advise you not to read further. For the rest of you, I won’t sparse details and I’ll lay them out exactly as he laid them out to me.
My dad was sent to the Telford unit a few months after his 21st birthday, sentenced to 20 years for armed robbery. It is a maximum security prison designed to mostly hold suspected gang members and violent criminals.
“The first day is a total shock to your system. You are stripped and cavity searched coming in and out of every room, you have a bed time, you are timed at meals, and thrown into a cell with 3 other inmates telling you the house rules and which bunk is yours. Then laying in bed that first night… that’s when it hits you that this is home, that this is your life now. Out of anything I can recall, that feeling of helplessness and hopelessness, that loss of freedom, that’s the scariest part of prison.”
He told me that as the months pass you get used to your routine, you start to need the structure, even crave it. He said he decided to make the best of it, learn as many skills as he could, and stay as busy as possible. One of his vocational skills he picked up was plumbing, and soon became the in house plumber for ‘A’ building.
Now the way the prison is set up is that there is an A-Building and a B-Building. Inside each building there are 10 cell houses, each cell house contains 12 cells that can hold anywhere from 1 to 4 inmates each. In the middle of each cell house is the Rec Room where the cells all open up to and this is where the inmates spend most of their free time.
In addition to the cell houses each building also contains several solitary wings, labeled from ‘A-Seg’ to ‘Z-Seg’.
“When I first got there, everyone kept joking that if I stepped out of line the guards would send me to ‘M-Seg.’ One day I asked a buddy, who had been locked up for 15 years already when I got there, why people kept talking about ‘M-Seg’ and not any of the other seg wings.”
“Look,” his buddy told him, “people who have extended stays in M just don’t come back the same, some don’t come back at all. The guards know it, that’s why they always fill M last, or put new guys there who they think might be troublemakers. A night in M and you’ll straighten your act up real quick. I’ve never been there myself, but I talked to a couple inmates who have and they both told me the same thing, something evil lives in that place.” So like I said, my dad had become the on call plumber for A-Building. He said it was about 6 months into the job when he had his first encounter with M-Seg.
“Whenever a toilet was stopped up or something was leaking the guards would just knock on my door and lead me to the problem. It was an around the clock type of thing, I didn’t mind though, any excuse to get out of the cell was fine by me. Plus you get your own cell since you’d be coming in and out at all hours of the night and day so that was a nice perk as well. Anyway, one night there is a knock on my door and the guard tell me to, ‘get dressed Rashell, we need you in seg.’ I get up, the guard opens my door and we start heading down to seg.”
“It’s a real mess down there, I’ve seen a lot of shit in my day but this is crazy…” the guard told my dad as he led him down the connecting corridors, “just make sure you wear your gloves and booties, Rashell.”
My dad was curious and asked the guard what had happened.
“Looney-toon on suicide watch, I guess somehow must’ve snuck in a piece of metal. Look, I shouldn’t tell you this but I don’t want you to be surprised when you get in there. ‘Crazy’ cut off his own genitals. He threw his testicles out on the run, but we can’t find his penis, and that’s where you come in.”
When they reached their destination there was another guard standing outside with an inmate holding a mop waiting to clean up after my dad was finished. My dad said when they opened the door to M-Seg it was almost hauntingly dark, four or five dim overhead lights ran down the hallway but seemed to act more like spotlights and gave off practically no ambient light. He said there was a trail of blood leading towards the back of the corridor. Each seg block had 14 cells with solid steel doors. Each door had a small window that could be opened and closed from the outside and a tray slit which the guy must’ve used to toss his testicles out. As he got closer he could see that blood was running out from a cell towards the end of the block through a small gap under the door.
“Open 13,” the guard yelled to another guard behind a glass window controlling the electronic locks.
“When I went in to that cell I couldn’t believe how much blood there was. It was on the walls and the ceiling, the entire mattress pad was doused in it… The toilet was flooded up to the brim and it looked like it was filled with blood. I used a cup to transfer the bloody water into buckets until I could start to see the silhouette of something under the water. I could see a big wad of toilet paper so I pulled it out and sat it on the floor. I could tell something was inside it. As I started to slowly unravel the wad, all of a sudden I started hearing this noise coming from the air vents, ‘tunk tunk tunk,’ it sounded like someone crawling or trying to sneak through them almost, I didn’t think much of it at the time but I’ll get back to that later. Anyway, I unroll the paper and sure enough the guy’s pecker was right there.”
The guard took it and dropped it in a bag of ice and after making sure the toilet flushed he started leading my dad back to the entrance of M Seg.
“When we got down the hall waiting for the exit door to open all the lights went out.”
“Shit,” muttered the guard, “against the wall inmate.”
“I stood back against the wall,” my dad continued, “and as the guards tried to figure out what was going on I heard that noise in the vents again. It was coming from the cell I had just come out of,
“‘tunk tunk tunk…’
“I didn’t know what it was but it gave me this awful feeling, and as I was standing there I realized it was getting louder and faster and closer to me.
“‘tunk… tunk…. tunk, tunk, TUNK, TUNK, TUNK.’
“It sounded like whatever was in that vent was now in a dead sprint right at us, the guard was trying to ignore it but I could tell he heard it too because he kept looking back over his shoulder and started yelling at the guard behind the glass.
“‘Hey! Hey!’ -TUNK, TUNK, TUNK- ‘Hurry up and get this fucking door open!’ -TUNK, TUNK, TUNK-
“Just as the noise in the vent got up to us, the lights came back on and it went silent. The door opened up and the guard got us out of there as fast as he could. A few days later I saw the inmate who was waiting on janitor duty that night and asked him if he had seen anything. He told me he saw them wheel a guy covered in blood out on a stretcher and that he was screaming about a ‘man in the vents’ and that the man had told him to do it.”
My dad also asked him if he had heard anything in the vents while he was mopping up, but he told my dad he didn’t hear anything, but that he found the metal the man from 13 had used to cut himself.
“It was buried in a pool of blood,” the guy said, “damnedest thing too, looked like a piece of shrapnel cut out from air duct metal.”
The next story my dad shared with me is more graphic and scary in the sense of what human beings are capable of.
“We get new guys that think they are going to be bad asses all the time. Sometimes it works out for them and other times it doesn’t. There were lots of serious gangs in BTU, and sometimes you get a guy who comes in from a local street gang that doesn’t really comprehend how violent some of these big gangs are. It’s like they are ‘playing’ gang to look cool, like kids play cops and robbers, the problem is that they think other people are just ‘playing’ gang too or something.
“Anyway we had this one guy, Ricky, come in and everyone but him knew it was going to end badly for him. He was this young Hispanic guy, and he thought his small town gang was a direct rival to another Hispanic gang, MS-13. He would curse out and disrespect them in front of everyone at chow time and in the halls, and scream at their members who’d pass his cell.
“He’d only been there a week, some of the elders tried telling him he needed to calm down before he got hurt but Ricky was hard headed and just wouldn’t hear it.
“Well one day during dinner the chow hall was quiet and Ricky was nowhere to be seen. My table was dismissed first and as we made our way back to our cell house we turned the corner to see Ricky covered in blood stumbling towards us, arms wrapped around his stomach.
“He was completely naked, big patches of his skin cut from his body where his tattoos had been. Both of his eyes were popped out from their sockets and were just dangling towards the ground. The side of his head was caved in where they had stomped his skull until his eyes came out. As he came closer I could see he was holding his intestines in his hands.
“The worst part to me is that he hadn’t died during it, that he was conscious for every blow and every cut… He just hobbled up the hall in our directions crying and asking,
“‘Why can’t I look up? Why can’t I look up?’
“He collapsed and passed out a few seconds later, and died right there at our feet. They never found out who did it…”
Alright I’ll share one more story my dad shared with me I found kind of creepy, as this is getting pretty long.
About seven years into his stint in prison my dad said through a series of circumstances he ended up having to stay the night in M-Seg. The A-Building was being renovated and repaired and as a result they were sending the inmates to stay in seg in waves.
Well it had been years since my dad had been to the rarely used M-seg and he had convinced himself that he was just hearing things that night. They were leading prisoners out one cell at a time and transferring them to the various seg blocks. My dad’s cell was on the end and he had his cell to himself so when they transferred him he wasn’t accompanied by any other inmates. To his dismay all the seg blocks had been filled, except for M, that is.
They led him down to the end of M and opened the door to 14, which was right next to the cell the man had cut himself in all those years ago.
“Everything was fine until lights out. It was really dark in there, each cell has a little night light thing above the toilet but it’s not enough to see anything or read or write. Anyway it was so dark I figured the only thing I could do was go to sleep. But all night I kept hearing the guy in the cell next to me talking to himself. The way the cells are set up the vents carry any little noise to the adjoining cells. The vent themselves are located right at the foot of the little cots in each cell. People would sit next to them to communicate and pass time during stints in solitary but this guy wasn’t talking to me he was like he was talking to himself and it was starting to really wear on my nerves. I banged on the vent and told him to keep it down but he just kept talking in this whispery voice, and it sounded like he was chanting the same thing over and over but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. I put my ear up to the vent to try and see what he was saying and my hairs stood up on the back of my head when I swear god I felt his breath in my ear as clear as day I heard him whispering,
“‘I remember you, I remember you, I remember you.’ in this frantic melodic tune.
“‘Well you won’t remember anything when I bash your head in if you don’t keep it down in there,’ I told him.
“All of a sudden his voice got a little louder and angrier in tone,
“‘I’ll slit your throat, I’ll slit your throat, I’ll slit your throat.’
“I was a little unnerved but I’ve heard a lot worse after so many years in prison so I just told him to fuck off and decided I’d let the guards deal with it in the morning. Well morning came and when the guard brought me my breakfast I told him if he didn’t do something about the guy keeping me up all night in 13 that I would.
“‘What are you talking about Rashell? You are the only person in M seg,’ the guard told me as chills ran down my spine.
“That night as soon as the light went out the whispers started again, and this time I was petrified.
“‘I’ll slit your throat. I’ll slit your throat. I’ll slit your throat…’
“The whispers were more aggressive this time, clearer too. Then all of a sudden they went from whispers to deep guttural screams,
“‘I’LL SLIT YOUR THROAT! I’LL SLIT YOUR THROAT! I’LL SLIT YOUR FUCKING THROAT!’
It scared me so bad I fell out of my cot and scooted on the floor until I felt my back hit the wall opposing the air vent. As my eyes came into focus in absolute horror I saw the silhouette of a head directly inside the vent. I couldn’t make out it’s features but I see it’s eyes. They were full of hatred and rage and they were locked right into me. Fast and louder he just continued screaming that he’d slit my throat, as the vent casing started to shake. Now the vents go straight up in a duct to a main duct then back down to the next cell through another duct, so you can’t see into your neighbor’s cell from your cell. That meant whatever this… thing… was, it was right inside my vent… I jumped up and banged on the steel door as hard as I could telling for a guard.
“‘Help! Help! Somebody!’
“A guard came running down the hall and as soon as he slid the door window open the vent went silent.
“‘You gotta get me out of here, something is in the vents,’ I pleaded.
“To my surprise the guard didn’t protest my request. Instead he just told me to hang tight for a second and then clicked his radio and said,
“‘Need an open cell for a transfer from M seg,’ he paused for a second then leaned back into his radio and simply said, ‘he’s back.’
“He opened the door and led me down the corridor and as they did the whole time we were followed by that familiar sound in the vents,
“‘Tunk… tunk… tunk…’
“I’ve seen and heard a lot in my years, not a lot gets under my skin, but I was shaking like a leaf the whole way out of M-seg… I don’t think I took a breath until I walked out the block doors and heard them shut behind me. I finally worked up the nerve to ask that guard what the hell was in those vents.
“‘I don’t know, Rashell. Warden’ll tell you there’s nothing in those vents. All I can tell you is that whatever it is, it’s evil.’”

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Hello there! I am hics, I have already succesfully impregnated 4 women. 1 off the children is already born and is very healthy.
My Family genetics: All men are above 185cm tall, blonde or green eyes, Blonde or Brown hair. (75% blonde) when our men get older they get big shoulders. I have pictures if it helps (of the children) Drop-offs or a hotel, both work. No payments required.
How do I look:
Blonde, blue eyes, 188cm tall & strong.

Wrote it down once I woke up but didn't remember some details:
I plan to go to a electronic store with a younger friend of mine, I carry a small hammer. While he is looking around I start testing things with the hammer I accidentally hit my teeth and start some traction. My friend gets what he wants and we go out. I start going the wrong way to the bus stop, my friend stops me and tell me it's right there. I told him that it was because this place is new for me and haven't been there before.
Once we go down a cliff(which is close to my house irl) some of my teeth fells off I told my friend and he was like its nothing. Then I tell him that it's time we stop. He told me he lives in the 3rd next stop so I waved at him and went outside.
I go to home which is different than irl. The street is like groove street (sorry for my bad English I'm trying hard) but with multiple floor houses. My house has multiple floors and all the floors have a big glass window that you can see what all of them are doing. Then I see a young blonde woman dropping her motorcycle and laying down opening her legs at the traffic it was raining and she looked scared. I thought she had slipped at first but she didn't seem to want to get up. I turned my back because I didn't want to see that. After that I just saw a little blood tray. I went exactly in the opposite of where the accident happened, in the right side of the house. While I was going there I saw a blonde woman again, she seemed older than the previous one. And I told her all the story, why I was freaked. That a girl behind us wanted to suicide so she layed down and got hit by a car. She told me Sweetie you are correct. Hey follow me I have something to show you. She told me to follow her to an shorta uphills alley. And I realised she was the woman in the floor that was hit and came flying till there. She said all that with some psycho smile and eyes
Cops show up and I tell them shoot her. I run a bit in a place near which I cant hear them but I can see them. I see the woman trying to touch the policemen and seducing them. He shoot her in the head. And I go to them and tell them shoot this guy too he planned all this. Pointing at the building 3floor right side blue shirt standing in the window watching us. They laughed at me and said that the street hero wouldn't do anything like that and it's serious matter. So I told him I'm too scared can I give you a hug. Once I gave it to him I grabbed his gun and run. I aimed at the window and shot in the head the blue shirt guy and two other people living in different rooms that for some reason I thought all of them were associated. New cops show up and they see me kill them and know they think that I'm the killer that the enforcement was called upon. It ends here, thank you for reading

Your girl is single, 35, Caucasian, and about to blow up her stable life by quitting her job and taking to the road. The final destination is unknown, but the goal is personal fulfillment and a place she can put down roots.
Third person gets old fast, so pronoun shift: Hullo! I'm home with the flu, too sick to do anything fun but not sick enough to sleep all day, and thought it might be fun to see who else out there is feeling friendly. Most of my good friends are preoccupied with spouses and babies these days, so it's time to cultivate new friendships.
As I mentioned, I'm about to give notice at my job, pack up the apartment, and hop in the car to try to find a path forward that fills me with joy instead of blah. Doing the "smart" thing over and over and over hasn't made me successful or happy, so I figured I'd try something different.
Salient details? I'm introverted but thrive on deep connections with people. Am very empathetic. My friends are small in number but high in quality; we go back years and decades. I've been involved with penpal communities in some form or other for over 10 years; some of those connections have turned into thriving in-person friendships. I'd give the shirt off my back and fight a bear for almost anyone who needed it. It's true I have definite opinions about injustice and fairness, but I've also lived in enough places across the world that I can listen to and learn from those I disagree with.
My fatal flaw? I can't have an intelligent conversation about video games. Truly, I've never even met Mario. The closest I've managed is Stardew Valley.
My hobbies include pottery, reading widely (from historical nonfiction to Brit Lit to sci-fi-fantasy to trashy romance), indoor plants and outdoor gardening, letter writing, and all manner of crafty endeavors I've done once and always thought I'd get back to. I've hiked and camped a little, and traveled a lot. I can listen to most music, barring screamy/foul/whiny stuff. Although I don't have a true ear, I really enjoy classical music and going to symphony concerts. Classical music calms my mind right down. Dvorak's Serenade for Strings is one of my favorites.
I've fallen in love once, a long time ago. Although the love didn't last, the experience was a gift because I had been thoroughly skeptical that it was a real thing. It would be nice to find again someday.
Screen-wise, old black and white movies are often favorites. I'll argue until the end of time that The West Wing is the best piece of television writing ever produced. Most superhero flicks are a fun romp. It's really hard for me to separate myself from the characters on screen, so I tend to avoid realistic violence. Big emotions on screen tend to strike particularly hard; I'm definitely a crier. Most recently I enjoyed (and cried at) Everything Everywhere All At Once.
Physically, I'm short, with straight brown hair past my shoulders, blue eyes, a small upturned nose, and freckled white skin. I believe the polite phrase these days is thicc, but to cover all the bases I could also be described as curvy, a lil chubby, and slightly overweight. I rock 50s style dresses and would fit right into a Renaissance painting.
Wanna be friends? If you got this far, put PRIDE in your message :)

It’s a misty Saturday morning and you and I are naked under the covers, half awake playing footsies. You’re twirling my hair with your fingers and I’m drawing circles on your chest and there’s something about this closeness that feels so safe. This is that everyday little magic people wish for. It’s this moment right here, cozied up in each others arms, staying in bed a little later than we should. Something about us is so unconventional yet incredibly electric because we can’t keep our hands off each other for too long. And I know you think about me even though you preach about how much you love your solitude because I think about you even as I try out what it means to not be too attached.
Outside the birds have started their morning songs but you and I are going to linger here a little longer. We have some unfinished business to take care of before we start this day. There’s a few more kisses to steal and a few more inches of each others skin to be explored. Since the breakup, people have made me feel seen and safe but I have never felt as sexy as I do with you staring at me. You look at me with this hunger in your eyes, and in that moment nothing else matters expect for you and I. And any self doubt I was carrying around through my day just melts away.
I continue to trace the outlines of all your tattoos and look into your big brown eyes. Smitten with this feeling of desire. Something about all your spiders tattoos compliment all my flowers so nicely. Something about the bad boy and the too nice girl right?
As you describe your future dream house to me, telling me all about the outdoor grill that’ll be covered in a way so you can use it even when it’s cold or rainy and the coffee room that’ll be like a little cafe off the kitchen with every kind of milk and syrup so you can always have the perfect cup, I catch myself thinking, could I be part of this story? Could I be part of this future narrative you have so carefully written in your head? A big house in Texas with lots of room for the dog to roam, a simple life filled with simple joys.
You and I are curled up on your couch enjoying the last few minutes before you have to get ready for work. I’m still in the little lace number I surprised you in and you lay on my hip as you tell me your dreams. It’s cute. It’s light and it’s fun. Yet, I refuse to give myself permission to like you. I refuse to let myself get attached to you because I’m a little afraid that once I do, you will become past tense like all the rest. And even though I won’t admit it out loud, I don’t want to lose you because I find myself addicted to the way you make me feel.
I’m worried that writing about you will be the kiss of death because lately the people I write about seem to vanish quickly after publishing.
But mostly, I’m refuse to give myself space to like you because I know you’re a good man and not the kind of man who has potential to be a good, but who is actually good through and through. In spite of the tough guy costume you put on, the political shirt you wore that made me think twice, the dark art on the walls of your house, the Harley rings, the head to toe tattoos, you are a good man. The kind of man that’s just so easy to love. The kind of man who is a good teacher but also always willing to learn because you are so curious about the world. The kind of man who is such a tender soul that it will catch you a little by surprise.
Rocking a cut off band tee, clean old school vans and a Harley ring on your middle finger, you are still the kind of man who will pull me in close and give me a kiss on the forehead. You make me feel like the walk to your bed is my own Victoria’s Secret fashion show and deeper than that, you make me feel like I might just deserve love after all. After years of chaos, I’ve learned that it might just be easier to not let myself fall for you. That maybe it’s simpler just to try and be here in this moment for however long it lasts. To enjoy your company, to laugh about Elon musk and your love of berries and honey like a bear and the silliness of life. To drop the masks and be vulnerable with each other within the four black walls of your room and I think that’s enough for now.

Single process color? highlights? balayage?What’s the best way to lighten medium/ light brown just a little. I’ve been down the highlight road before and overlapping years of highlights made me end up with a blonde addiction and platinum fried hair, definitely don’t want that again but looking to spice things up a little.

Hi all. I'd describe what I'm hoping for is a flirty friend. If that's you, get in touch!
I'm a big sports fan, support a football team play field hockey, tennis and golf. I play guitar (badly), enjoy long walks/hiking - I've climbed some mountains around the world and have travelled a fair bit (both for work and for pleasure).
As for my physical assessment, I'm 5ft 10, white, brown hair, athletic build. Got quite an English accent if that helps :)
I'm really just looking for a chilled, confident lady to chat with and meet someone from the UK or around the world. Ideally, we would be attracted to each other but can start SFW and chill for a while :)
Have a good day.

I had two nightmares this week (or a continuous one with a little break in between to use the bathroom?) and I think only CF people really do understand it.
I'm terrified of being pregnant. The only reason I haven't don't a BiSalp is because I don't have health insurance.
I got into this dream and I immediately was distressed. It was my house, I wasn't in any strange place, but I was pregnant. Very pregnant, big "can't see my feet" pregnant. And I was so incredibly depressed. I was sick, deplorable, so bad that I couldn't leave my bed, brush my hair or my teeth... And I remember having a husband, and that man was absolutely disgusted with me, emotionally checked out, and didn't even look at my face because I had dared to have gotten accidentally pregnant and couldn't discontinue it and had to carry it to term.
(It is illegal to interrupt a pregnancy where I live except for very specific cases.)
My mother was at the house and all she could care about was the nursery - which didn't exist, there was no nursery - and how we had to buy this and that and decorate the room like this and that... all while my husband redecorated my bedroom, and I remember listening to him going on and on with my mother about colours and the bed and the new windows, and I just remember asking "you are redecorating this room. Do you intend for it to be your room too?" because I didn't know if he was going to stay with me or just fly off.
I woke up so distressed, I had to actually touch my belly to make sure it was empty, no parasite growing in it. And then I went to bed again, like... 5 minutes later.
I was back in the dream and I was either in the very last week of pregnancy or had just given birth and my state was deplorable. Dirty hair, dirty face, dirty clothes, terrible emotional state... And he was ignoring me. I remember closing the door to the refrigerator and looking at him from across the kitchen and having to be the one to say "My lawyer has everything ready, the child is going into adoption." and I got no answer from him.
My friend then came to visit me and realises how bad I'm at that point and decides she is going to dos something, takes me to the shower box and sits me on a plastic chair, washes my hair and brushes my teeth for me, and it is the only time in the dream someone even looks at me like a human, much less touch me and care for me. I woke up in such distress and even telling it to someone makes me tear up a little bit because the feeling was so vivid I can still kind of feel it.

It’s a misty Saturday morning and you and I are naked under the covers, half awake playing footsies. You’re twirling my hair with your fingers and I’m drawing circles on your chest and there’s something about this closeness that feels so safe. This is that everyday little magic people wish for. It’s this moment right here, cozied up in each others arms, staying in bed a little later than we should. Something about us is so unconventional yet incredibly electric because we can’t keep our hands off each other for too long. And I know you think about me even though you preach about how much you love your solitude because I think about you even as I try out what it means to not be too attached.
Outside the birds have started their morning songs but you and I are going to linger here a little longer. We have some unfinished business to take care of before we start this day. There’s a few more kisses to steal and a few more inches of each others skin to be explored. Since the breakup, people have made me feel seen and safe but I have never felt as sexy as I do with you staring at me. You look at me with this hunger in your eyes, and in that moment nothing else matters expect for you and I. And any self doubt I was carrying around through my day just melts away.
I continue to trace the outlines of all your tattoos and look into your big brown eyes. Smitten with this feeling of desire. Something about all your spiders tattoos compliment all my flowers so nicely. Something about the bad boy and the too nice girl right?
As you describe your future dream house to me, telling me all about the outdoor grill that’ll be covered in a way so you can use it even when it’s cold or rainy and the coffee room that’ll be like a little cafe off the kitchen with every kind of milk and syrup so you can always have the perfect cup, I catch myself thinking, could I be part of this story? Could I be part of this future narrative you have so carefully written in your head? A big house in Texas with lots of room for the dog to roam, a simple life filled with simple joys.
You and I are curled up on your couch enjoying the last few minutes before you have to get ready for work. I’m still in the little lace number I surprised you in and you lay on my hip as you tell me your dreams. It’s cute. It’s light and it’s fun. Yet, I refuse to give myself permission to like you. I refuse to let myself get attached to you because I’m a little afraid that once I do, you will become past tense like all the rest. And even though I won’t admit it out loud, I don’t want to lose you because I find myself addicted to the way you make me feel.
I’m worried that writing about you will be the kiss of death because lately the people I write about seem to vanish quickly after publishing.
But mostly, I’m refuse to give myself space to like you because I know you’re a good man and not the kind of man who has potential to be a good, but who is actually good through and through. In spite of the tough guy costume you put on, the political shirt you wore that made me think twice, the dark art on the walls of your house, the Harley rings, the head to toe tattoos, you are a good man. The kind of man that’s just so easy to love. The kind of man who is a good teacher but also always willing to learn because you are so curious about the world. The kind of man who is such a tender soul that it will catch you a little by surprise.
Rocking a cut off band tee, clean old school vans and a Harley ring on your middle finger, you are still the kind of man who will pull me in close and give me a kiss on the forehead. You make me feel like the walk to your bed is my own Victoria’s Secret fashion show and deeper than that, you make me feel like I might just deserve love after all. After years of chaos, I’ve learned that it might just be easier to not let myself fall for you. That maybe it’s simpler just to try and be here in this moment for however long it lasts. To enjoy your company, to laugh about Elon musk and your love of berries and honey like a bear and the silliness of life. To drop the masks and be vulnerable with each other within the four black walls of your room and I think that’s enough for now.

One day I was hiking along a small mile long trail and it was an ordinary weekend and a nice sunny day. I knew the weather was going to be nice today so I decided to go for a hike and I drove to my nearest state park and once I got out of my car I smelled the nice fresh air of the outdoors and then I saw a small one mile trail and decided to go on it I walked a while on the trail and while I was walking on the trail I heard the peaceful sounds of the birds chirping and I saw the beautiful forest and the beauty of mother nature around me as I was walking near the end of the trail and I was greeted by a blocked off gravel path and a sign saying please do not go on this path hikers are not allowed on this path 500 dollar fine if caught walking on it.
I was curious when I saw this and I looked around to see If anyone was around me and I saw that no one was around me and I then jumped the fence that was blocking the gravel path I was finally walking on the forbidden gravel path and I got a rush out of it knowing I was doing something forbidden. On this so called forbidden path I looked around me to see if there was any park rangers I of course did not see any. I then kept walking on the gravel path and I was walking for a while and I kept seeing signs telling me to go back and stop walking on this path of course I ignored the signs and kept walking.
I looked at my clock and saw it was getting late and I was starting to get worried because the park is closing soon and the park rangers usually check the park to see if anyone is still in the park at closing time and If I got caught that means I would get fined 500 dollar so my paranoia made me to look around me to see if there were any park rangers around me there were none around and that gave me sigh of relief. I kept walking and it was really starting to get dark and I heavily searched my bag to see if I had a flash light I found a small dim flash light in my bag but it was bright enough to see around me but as I looked around to see I thought I had saw something in the corner of my eye of course it scared me a bit but I shrugged it off as my mind playing tricks on me. I then heard the wind howling and I thought I could hear something faint in the wind as I was listening.
I at first thought my mine was playing tricks on me and I kept listening I found out my mind was not playing tricks on me I was hearing voices in the wind and the voices were telling me to go back and to get off the forbidden path. I looked around to see that no one was there,was I hallucinating? I was walking and for a while I did not hear anything but then the wind started to howl again and I heard "please go back it's not safe". I was shaken up by this so I looked around me to see that no one was there I was for sure I heard someone. I then kept seeing stuff in the corner of my eye again and I thought I saw a ghostly figure for a second but every time I looked they were gone. I then once again started to hear the wind howling and I began to hear voices again and I kept hearing "go back go back get off the gravel path". At this point dawn was starting to come and the sky was starting to turn brighter and I saw something in the distance it was some sort of mansion me being the curious and adventurous I was happy to explore what ever this mansion was. I proceed to approach the mansion and as I was walking to it the wind began to howl very violently and the wind gust were very strong and it almost knocked me over my feet.
I began to hear "please go back go back do not go in there". I of course was too curious about the mansion to listen to what the voices were saying. I then opened the front door of the mansion and I walked in and saw that the place was old and was falling apart the wooden boards were rotting away and it smelled like mildew. I knew by the looks of this place it was abandoned and no one lived there. I was curious to explore this place so I walked around and I proceed to walk to the first room and I saw that there was a lot of holes in the wall and it looked torn apart, the bed was broken and the window was broken and I could tell that this place was old and rotting away. I then proceeded to the next room and I saw that there was symbols wrote with dried blood on the wall, this of course scared me bad and I jumped and I saw that there was rotting away skeletons of animals in this room, It looked like as if there was devil worshipers here. I then tried to walk to more rooms in this mansion and I saw more scary stuff. I saw that there was a warning wrote in dried blood on the walls saying whatever you do, do not go in the basement it's dangerous.
I then was curious to go in the basement of the mansion and I was the cat who could have died from their own curiosity. I then saw the door to the basement and I looked at it for a good 20 minutes, and after minutes I finally made up my mind to go open the basement door and go down there. I then proceeded to open the basement door and I then walked down the stairs and as I walked down the stairs the basement door slammed shut and I walked back up and tried to open the basement door I tried to open as hard as I could but it would not budge "shit I'm trapped in this basement and can't get out". I tried again to get the door to open I even tried pounding the door down but it did not work the door was locked shut.
I then gave up on trying to open the basement door and walked back down the stairs and I saw that the basement was huge and the was dried blood all over the walls It was crazy how much dried blood was on the walls and I was very scared I wanted to pound on the basement door again and get out of this place but I knew that would not work. I walked around some more around the basement and saw that there was more stairs it seemed as if the stairs went down to another floor. I proceeded to walk down the stairs and I got to where this floor was and I saw on this floor had a bit more dried blood on the wall then the previous floor I was on. I saw that this floor was bigger than the previous floor I was on and It was a massive room and in the corner of my eye I saw a figure of some sort and when I turned around it was not there I jump but then told myself that my mind was playing tricks on me because this basement was just so creepy.
I again saw that something was in the corner of my eye I looked around me fast and saw that no one was there. I kept walking around this floor and saw that it was full of furniture like very old stuff from what seemed to be from the 70s or 60s and they was a radio of some sort it only had AM on it and no FM. I thought to myself if I could turn on the radio but wondered if it still had worked so I pressed the button and surprised it turned on and starting working. All I heard at first was just static but then I kept listening and I could barely hear anything and I thought I heard something though the static but then I could finally hear something though the static and I hear what sounded like creepy voices in the static. I still could not hear it because there was still a lot of static on the radio and I tried to tune the radio to see if I could hear it more but nothing came out of it and I could still hear a lot of static but then after a few minutes I heard the voices again on the radio and I heard the voices louder this time and I could hear what they where saying and I heard a bone chilling sound coming from the radio a girl screaming "dad please help me I'm being tormented the beast is tormenting me please make it stop"!
My heart nearly stopped due to how scared I was. I saw that there was even more stairs that went down what seem like even another floor a 3rd floor even. I was curious and walked down the stairs and walked into the 3rd floor it even had the number 3 on it. I saw that this floor was not as big as the 2nd floor. I began to see that there was spiders on the wall but there was only of few of them on the walls and saw some more stuff it looked like there was some writing on the wall and it said the further you go down the worse it gets.
There were bricks on the walls of this floor and there was no wallpaper just bricks on the walls and I saw that there was a door to another room of some sort on this floor. I opened the door and saw that it was pitch black in this room and I walked into the room and could not see in the room so I got the flashlight from my bag and turned it on and it still was pitch black it's like this room was sucking any light away so I had to feel around the room but as I got walking around this room and feeling my way around I felt as if someone was behind me and I felt as if I was not alone in this room and the longer I stayed in the room the stronger the feeling got and tried to find my way out of the room because I felt as if someone was behind me and I felt as if someone was gently touching me and It got me scared but I then bolted and tried to find my way out of the room but could not for a few minutes and I then could hear a faint growl in my ear and I was running as fast I could and I finally found my way out of the room I was in. I slammed the door shut to the room I was in and I saw even more stairs that went down to another floor and ran down the stairs.
I was now on the 4th floor and saw that on the 4th floor there was cobwebs on the ceiling of the floor and spiders were more common than on the 3rd floor and there was more dried blood on the wall than the previous floors I was in. There was a lot more stuff on this floor and there was dining tables and chairs on this floor and it looks like as this was a restaurant from the 60s or 70s and I walked around the floor and there was cobwebs on the tables and chairs and spiders were crawling on the table but then I saw that there was a kitchen of some sort and I kept feeling as if something was behind me but the feeling was not that strong and I kept seeing stuff in the corner of my eye but when I turned I saw that nothing was there I realized that in the darker places that where less illuminated the feeling of something being behind me was there .
There were flickering lights in this place that seem as if they were about to die out. I somehow walked into a darker place in the floor and the feeling of something behind me was coming back. I felt as if something was lurking in this place and they lurked in the darker areas with less light. I saw that was of course more stairs that went down into the 5th floor. I was now in the 5th floor and holy crap this place was getting creepy there was a lot more cobwebs on this floor then there was on floor 4 and the spiders where now in big numbers and the spiders looked even bigger than before. This floor was even darker with less light. I saw that there was tables and chairs on the 5th floor just like the last one but they where on the tables but then as I looked away and looked back I saw that the chairs were now on the floor and broken for some reasons and I thought to myself this place has to be haunted. There less light bulbs that were on this floor than on the last floor and it was darker and there was less light.
Like I said in darker areas I felt as if someone was behind me and on this floor the feeling was stronger than on the last floor. I walked around and was in darker areas with less light and the feeling of someone behind me was getting stronger and stronger until I stopped walking and I listened closely and I could faintly hear a voice of some sort and it sounded creepy and I got scared and walked to a lighter area with more light and I saw something in the corner of my vision and then turned around to see a tall skinny shadow figures and it appeared to be afraid of the areas of the place with more light so I kept going around the place and saw more figures and I went into a darker area and something jumped out at me and tried to attack me and I ran to where a light bulb illumined the place and the figures stopped were scared off by the light of the light bulb and stopped attacking me because of the light.
I kept going down more floors and my god it felt like this thing was going down forever I was on the 15th floor when things really started getting bad the cobwebs where getting the point to where they are covering everything and spiders where so big to the point to where they are the size of the palm of my hand. I saw that there was little spiders in such massive numbers that something you could not see what they were because it was covered in so many spiders. On the 15th floor it was so dark that you could barely see in front of you the only reason I could see that there spiders everywhere was because there was only a few light bulbs on the floor that were dimly lit . The Odor on this floor was bad and it smelled like dead rotting corpses and so much dried blood on everything that it covered every square inch on what was on the floor and on the wall on everything and on everywhere.
I was standing under a dimly lit light and around me I would hear voices screaming "help me help I'm being tormented"! I then saw that around be where hundreds of glowing eyes around me but I felt as if I would be safe as long as if there was light around me. I stayed under the light bulb for until the eyes went away but then a few minutes later the light bulb above me went out and when that happened I knew I was in trouble and I bolted and I could not see in the dark so I bumped around everything and tripped and fell and as I fell something grabbed me and I could tell that this thing was big. It was dark and I could not see anything but I was in this what ever this thing was grip and I thrashed and tried to punch this thing but it was not budging I felt as if my life was coming to an end.
A stroke of luck happened and for some god only knows reason I escaped from what ever this thing was grip and ran as fast I could in the dark tripping over objects and then getting back up. I was in the dark and saw a dim light in the distance and I got closer to see it was a dimly lit light bulb I felt safe under this light bulb and the thing did not go near it. I went down more floors and on floor 18 is when some very scary stuff started happening at this point spiders where the size of cats and the cob webs where so thick that it was getting hard to walk through. I was getting attacked by spiders I was fighting them off it was getting to the point where I was getting overwhelmed by them. I found a baseball bat on the floor and used it to beat the spiders and kill them.
I heard screams everywhere and they were ear piercing. All I could hear was "I'm being tormented help"! I then realized that there was water on the floor about an inch of it. I kept walking around and I kept hearing the sloshing of water on the floor as I walked I tried to turn on my flashlight because it was dark but the darkness of the room was so bad that it sucked all the light away from the flash light. I was walking and a very nasty smell hit my nose, it was the smell of rotting corpses but the smell was very strong and I began to throw up and nearly passed out. I felt as this place I was in was filled with corpses and that was confirmed when I saw a very dim light in the distance and when I went to it I was hundreds of rotting corpses and some of them where in the very thick cobwebs hanging with web wrapped around them like mummies.
I looked down and saw that the so called inch of water was not water at all it was an inch of blood filled with maggots and flies swarming them by the thousands. I looked and saw a corpse and I kept staring at it and saw that it had long flowing blond hair and was wearing a pink backpack with yellow stars and had a purple shirt that said lets go tigers and that when it hit me like a truck and tears started flowing down my face this was my daughter she is dead and was smelly rotting corpse that mostly been mummified. My daughter was 16 when she went missing and her school mascot was a tiger and her name was Amy and she had a pink backpack with stars. I miss her so much and if she was alive by now she who have been an adult at the age of 18. I then look to see at her backpack to confirm if it was her and I saw the name Amy written on her backpack I confirmed that this was in fact my daughter. I kept digging in the backpack to see what was in it and found her phone it turned on with 45 percent battery and no password was on it.
I could no longer hold it in anymore and the tears flowing down my face become full blown sobbing. My daughter is just a mummified dead corpse. I took my daughters phone out of her backpack and put it in my pocket and as I was doing that is when I heard it a low pitched growl and a very creepy one and then I froze for a solid minute and then heard a another growl and I tried to be as quiet as I could and heard the sound of water sloshing around but that of course was not water but it was blood sloshing around. I kept hearing the blood sloshing as if something was moving around in it and my heart was pounding very hard and I felt as this was the end of me I then realized I was in this thing's nest and I was going to be the fly in the web.
I heard the sloshing again and it sounded like it was getting closer to me and I felt a warm draft over me and that when I booked it and ran I fast as I could and ran up the stairs that was closest to me. I ran to the other floors I was now at floor 17 and I knew the thing was chasing after me. I was now hyperventilating and heart pounding I could hear roaring at the stair well I knew I had to run up to floor 1 and bust the door down as hard as I could I kept running tripping over everything in the dark and dirty as hell and covered in blood. I then ran up to the stairwell that went to floor 16 and of tripped and fell while on the stairwell to floor 16 and busted my head and blacked out and woke up in a spiderweb. I open my eyes and saw I had passed out and I was back on floor 18.
I knew I was doomed and I would never be found down here I was going to be this thing's meal a few hours had passed I kept struggling and struggling and could not get out of the web. I felt a warm draft on me and I felt as if I was being stabbed this thing was digging into me with it's fangs I felt I was done for. The pain of the thing digging it's fangs in me was unbearable and I was screaming. The thing was sucking my blood until it was dry. I was there in that web for god knows how long it had to be a very long time because I was dehydrated and very hungry. I was very weak and could not move much and could barley move my limbs but for some reason I began to slowly fall out of the web and broke free from the web and I got out of the web. I began to walk slowly to the stairwell that lead to the 17th floor and I climbed up the stairs slowly and when I was up on the 17th floor I walked around the floor for a while and I saw a place I could hide in from the thing there was a door and I open and there was a glowing light in the room I opened and the light was a light blub glowing and turned and lit up the room and I saw that I was in luck because there was 2 bottles of water on the shelfs in the small room I was in and a small bag of trail mix that was month passed its expiration date. I put a chair in front of the door so the thing would not get in.
I happily ate the trail mix and drank the 2 bottles of water and I put my ear on the door to see if I hear anything and when it was ready to go. I did not hear anything when I was putting ear my ear on the door at first but then a few hours had passed, and I heard a sniffing sound a faint growl. I tried to be as quiet as I could and hoped the chair in the door made where the thing could not get in the room with me, and I was no longer weak because I drank the water and ate the trail mix. I heard banging on the door the thing was trying to get in and get me. I had to think fast, and I saw a trap door and I opened and crawled into it as fast as I could. I was inside vents now and crawling and I heard the thing break down the door, but it was too big to get in the vents I was crawling in.
I began to crawl faster and found an exit to the vents, and it was on floor 15. I was now on floor 15 and the vents for some reason just collapsed right as when I crawled out of them, and I could not get back into the vents to get away from the thing. I heard the sound of the thing getting up to the floor I was at, and I booked it as fast as I could and ran up the stairwell to floor 14. I ran up more floors and I'm now on floor 12 and I fell as if this thing is catching up to me and I ran I fast as I could and kept running until I reached floor 11 and at floor 11 I grab a knife on the table and I kept running until I got to floor 10 and then on floor 10 I fell into a huge hole that was on the floor and the wood on the floor was rotting and I fell back into floor 11. I was catch up by the thing and was in its grasp and struggled to get out of it grasp and I then stabbed it in both of its eyes and it let go of me and it was screeching in pain. I ran back into the 10th floor and went around the hole and then went up into the others floor and at floor 7 I could hear it getting closer to me again but kept running as fast as I could and heart pounding.
I few more floors left, and I could pound the door down and get out of the basement. I was running and finally got up to floor 1 and began to violently pound down the door that was the entrance to the basement and I pounded as hard I could and I had super human strength from the adrenalin and I could hear the thing coming up the floors so I did one last super hard pound on the door with all my strength and busted a hole in the door and walked out the door and at last I was no longer in the basement of this damn mansion. I then ran out of the mansion and was finally outside and I kept running on the gravel path as fast as I could and then for a while, I finally found the fenced I had jumped and got over it and was back on the small 1 mile trail and collapsed on the ground where people saw me drenched in blood.
I then woke up in the hospital and the doctor said I was lucky and almost died from severe blood loss and I realized I had my daughter's phone in my pocket and cops were in the hospital room where I was at. I also saw my wife there too and she said where were you I called the cops and your boss said you were not at work, and he then called cops and I went all over the city looking for you and stayed up and it was on the news of you going missing and I'm glad you're okay and you are alive. I told them everything of what happened I told about the thing in the basement of abandon mansion in the woods and I would never go back to that place.
My wife told me her story and she told me that she looked everywhere in town for me and her first thought I was at the bar with my friends but then saw I was not there she said it was getting dark and I had to be home to or she would call the cops and she said I did not answer the phone and she got worried and called the cops. The cops came and began to search for me, and days had passed, and they did not find me so a whole search group came and looked for me and she said she looked around the city and she tried to look for me at the small park near the house and did not find me.
She said a cop was at a state park and saw a passed out person on the ground at a 1 mile trail which was me and the ambulance came and picked me up and got me to the hospital and then a cop was at the hospital and realized it was me as I was waking up.
A few months had passed and I was diagnosed with ptsd and I told my therapist everything.

Ok i need to vent My dad makes me extremely uncomfortable. (English is not my first language I did my best to be understandable)
He always makes sexual jokes around me and my family to the point that it’s now normalize. But i don’t feel good about it.
One of my family's inside jokes is a secret that my father told me that I wasn’t supposed to tell but that I ended up telling my cousins because I thought it was funny at my age, I was about 9 years old or maybe younger. My father told me that one time when he slept with one of his exes he came to put his finger in her ass but there was some poo still on her anus hole. And know it’s a funny joke in my family. But he was a disappointed that I told everyone. (I don’t feel bad)
My dad was very often telling me his sexual intercourse since a very young age (and it was always very gross).Always as a joke tho so I never took it seriously. but as I grew up I became more and more uncomfortable with him, because I was becoming an adult that had a feminine develop body.
Like one time he asked me if my boyfriend was giving me cunnilingus when I was 16 (we never really had the sex talk it was fucking random) and I told him it was none of his business sooooo he told me an anecdote that it was never a problem with his exes even when they had their periods, he went down on them the same and there was this one time that he looked himself in the mirror after giving it and his face was full of menstrual b*lood and he looked like a vampire …and then he laughed about what he just said. I was really uncomfortable especially since this very one-sided discussion was in his car alone with him so I couldn't really leave.
My dad often said random things to me like …He was flirting with a 35 year old girl (when he was 55) and he knew she had daddy issues and he liked it because it was in his favour. Or things like he thought it was normal that Elvis was dating Prescillia when she was 14 and Elvis was 22 because women are more mature than men and at 14 she already had a develop body.
Or…
He once told me that he like golden showers and when he had sex with women he was pleasuring them so hard that they would come all over his walls.
When we are hanging together he always looked at women in a weird way he once said : “my eyes are the only part of my body that doesn’t age, my mind is still young” after I reproached him that I was founding it weird that he was looking at a young adult around us. (I was a young teenager around that time)
I often tell him to stop his comments like this but he takes it as a joke. Always.
Fun fact my dad is a prison guard.
When I was a child he used to talk to me so much about pedophiles because he was scared for me so he talked about them constantly. He said it was because of his job because he was seeing them everyday. To the point I was scared of every man. He said he knew how mans were thinking because he was one… so it was only prevention.
When I was a child my father had several girlfriends and told me every relationship details. He was cheating on them and I had to keep the secrets. He would make girlfriends everywhere... ex: we always went to lunch together at the same restaurant…well he ended up going out with the waitress who was serving us. It was like that everywhere. Like my school teachers, my school supervisor, the waitresses at the restaurants we went to & the mothers of my friends. Everywhere was un opportunity.
My father likes women with long curly brown hair, dark eyes and a little curvy, short stature. Which is literally what I look like!!!! (Yes this is traumatizing) (probably why I did cut my hair when I had the right to… I don’t know)
My father often told me that he loved my mother's ass(my parents are separated since my birth) ,and he was telling me in front of her that he was wishing me not to have the same as hers growing up. She was insecure bout it so he would annoy her about it, my mother had big hips for her height but he was always looking at it in front of me (they hated each other… my dad would only respect my mom for her body or what she could give him sexually)
Yeah my dad doesn’t really respect women.
Once I went on Disney trip with my parents ( i was 8) my parents were screaming at each other the whole time. My dad paid us the trip to bring harmony because they didn't get on well and the only thing he knows how to do is pay for things… this trip was a nightmare. The night before our flight i was trying to sleep in my room. Suddenly after hours of hearing them screaming at each other I no longer heard anything... I was afraid. My mother came to see me in my room after to tell me she knew how to calm my father...She just had to show him her butt and he would go silent. (That day I hated him)
today I have a body similar to my mother... ( i hate my body)
But I got to a point where I don't know what to do anymore, every time I see my father I layer my clothes to cover my curves and I don't wear makeup. My father has already commented on my appearance many times. He one time told me that he thought it absurd that I did not shave my legs as a woman and that he could pay for the laser removal and that he understood that I was lazy about it (which I wasn’t). I told him it was my personal choice. And then he asked me if I shaved my pubis and because i probably didn’t satisfied my boyfriend at the time because men don’t like that (i was 16).
When I’ve cut my hair for the first time very short he told me that I was prettier before. (As a kid I was obliged to have long hair because it was the most beautiful thing about me for my parents) When i was young after finishing eating he used told me to go brush my teeth if I wanted a man someday who loves me because men don't like girls who have ugly teeth. (Im a lesbian now lol)
I could go on for hours with all the explicit things that he told me about his sex life.
I on the other hand can’t talk to him about anything remotely sexual like I can’t say the word vagina in a social normal context, because it makes him uncomfortable.
But what breaks me the most emotionally, is that recently he told me that he was giving me less hugs since my breasts had grown because it made him feel uncomfortable.
I haven't spoken to my mother since I was 17 because she abused me psychologically. I moved in with my father at 17 for 1 year only. Afterwards I went to an apartment for school that my father paid me because he preferred that we each had our own space. We always got along well on the surface but let's say that I avoid a lot of things .My father neglected me a lot as a child, but he always supported me monetarily and he still does. I've been seeing a therapist for 2 years that he pays, he on the other hand really doesn't want to consult. I got to a point that I don't know what to do. I love my father very much but I am also afraid of him. I talk about feminist stuff around him but he doesn’t really listen.
Im now 20 years old and he’s my only parent he pays most of my stuff and I love him but im very uncomfortable around him and I don’t know what to do.

I'm a guy and I do my eyebrows. If I don't, I look like that baby from The Simpsons.
Sometimes my daughter's little nose hairs grow a bit long. She's 10. I let her know that our family has thick hair. I taught her to use my nose hair trimmer, and talked with her about how I do my eyebrows. I explained to her that both men and women groom their facial hair.
I let her know that when she's older she might want to do it too, or maybe not. I explained that it's a societal norm for people in North America to groom their hair, and that men and women do it in different ways.
She has an art teacher who doesn't groom her body hair. We talked about her, and I explained that grooming your hair is a gendered behavior. That women are expected to shave their legs and under their arms... But that they don't have to, and she doesn't have to conform to traditional gender roles.
I explained that these types of gendered behaviours were remnants of a patriarchal society, and that these systems were set up by men to maintain power and uphold traditional Christian values.
I let her know she doesn't have to shave her legs, or under her arms if she's doesn't want to. But I reminded her that even though we want to strive for equality and freedom of choice, for both women and men, we also have to understand that conforming to some social standards might be beneficial when we're trying to make a good impression.
We talked about how the way we present ourselves, including the way we do our hair and the way we dress, makes a big impact on the way we are treated, so we have to try and present ourselves in way that makes the best impression we can.
It's was a challenging conversation. But I think I handled it well. What do you think?
Oh... and the area between your eyebrows is called a glabella.

We suspect that my son has generally problems with understanding gender as a concept yet, so we spent months to get him to acknowledge he is a boy when he talks or at least use gender neutral language. (just to make sure noone gets triggered I don't mind if he decides to be a woman one day, but it makes him no good to explicitly say he is a girl, when he is trying to fit in with others)
So we travelled on the bus and there were these two old ladies who went kinda conversational with my son, and at one point they said "you are such a big girl". I mean wtf seriously. His hair is not that long. Wears trousers and a shirt. What else should i do to signal to others that he is a boy, make a giant billboard that says "he is a boy" and follow him with it? I mean our friend had his girl dressed on all pink and old ladies reffered her as he... Seriously if you don't know at least you should ask and not go forward with whatever you think is the case.

I want to close my eyes and, in an instant, be free of all feeling and never have to open them again.
She broke up with me at the beginning of the year. We had a long talk, and we both cried, but in the end she still left. A lot of things were said, and I don't know if she meant for them to be hurtful or not. She said I wasn't enough, that she needed someone who was masculine and dominant. But you knew what I was when you met me, didn't you? I get confused for a girl about 70% of the time, you knew that, right? And I always told you, from the very beginning, that I liked being the little spoon. That I wanted to be soft, to not have to live up to any of society's expectations of men, that I just wanted to feel safe and secure and protected with someone. That I wanted to feel like I, just by myself, with all my imperfections, with all the feminine parts of me that everyone is repulsed by, with everything I've always felt wasn't what a man should look like-- that I was still enough for someone. You knew all that. Why'd you stay for as long as you did if you hated all of it?
When we were dating, she told me she had a big crush on one of her guy-friends. I was always insecure about it because he was a lot more conventionally attractive, always had girls hitting on him, and was always single. But she assured me that she wasn't interested in him anymore. I guess I never could fully believe it.
Today I opened Venmo to transfer some money, and I saw that he'd been paying rent to her landlord, and that he was also sending her money for the wifi bill. I don't know for sure how long they've been living together now, at least a month. It's her life, she can do whatever she wants and be with whoever she wants, and I've tried to come to terms with that. But it just feels so unfair. That she gets to just move on like that and have someone else with her. And I'm still here, on my own, same as I've always been.
I've been trying to work on myself. I started doing Jiu-Jitsu to complement my kickboxing training, I started learning guitar and practicing every day, I picked up reading again, I got my motorcycle license, I got promoted. I feel like in just a few months, I've come so far. But I'm still stuck. Swiping on dating apps, getting maybe one match maybe every few months if I'm lucky, that usually turns up to be nothing. There was one girl I went on a few dates on, but she ghosted me.
And I just don't know what to do. My entire life, I've just wanted someone to feel at home with. Someone I can always go to, someone I can be totally, completely myself with, without having to put on any kind of face, without having to put on any kind of armor to face the harshness of the world. I don't want any of what I've done. I don't want to feel like I have to learn to fight, or to pick up random skills or hobbies, or ride on a dangerous two-wheeled machine, or have the position I do. I just want to be with someone. I want to love and to be loved, and that's it, that's always been it.
It's my birthday today. I'm 24 now. 24 more years than I needed or wanted. I remember all the times I was at a firing range with a gun in my hands, thinking about how in a single flash, I could be done with it all. And I regret that I'm still here. It feels like nothing will ever get better. It's like I'm trapped in an old shack in the midst of a harsh, never-ending blizzard. I can decorate the inside as much as I like, make it all pretty and inviting. But nobody's ever going to show up. In the end, it's still an old shack; the snowstorm outside is one that knows no lifting, and things will always be like this.
I have tried all that I can think of. This broke me completely. I don't know how I can keep going on like this. Every morning, I wake up and have nothing to be excited about. I can't imagine a girl ever being excited about me, wanting to talk to me and get to know me in every way she can.
I'm 24 now, but I still feel like the same stupid kid I was in high school. I still fall asleep in the same empty bed, staring at the same sparse ceiling with the fan I'm afraid to turn on because of how much it shakes and threatens to fall right off. And then all the same insecurities come flooding back, everything I thought I moved past. Where I once thought I'm okay being mistaken as a girl, that it's cool how androgynous I am, I realize how much it sets me back, how hard it is to find someone attracted to me. I come to resent my face, my eyes, my height, my hair, my body, my voice. Everything everyone else can perceive feels like a reason for them to steer clear, or just treat me like a little brother even if I'm years older than them.
When I was in middle school, where there was this clique of the popular boys, the cool jocks or whatever, I always wished I was one of them. Not in the sense of wishing I could be in that crowd, but that I was literally living in the body of one of them. I'd sing stupid mournful songs about it in the shower, I'd think about it as I fell asleep.
And today, it's not that different. Every night I go to bed, wishing I could wake up in a different body. Being rebellious, or an iconoclast, or something contrary to society's standards is a cool thing to talk about. Until it's forced upon you, until you can't match what society wants no matter how hard you try, until you can't fit in and you can't attract people to you.
When I was going to therapy, my therapist said something along the lines of how I'm more interesting than the typical "Abercrombie and Fitch white guy," and it was funny and made me feel a little better at the time. But I think I'd rather just conform. I'd rather just be conventionally attractive and fit right in and have my pick of whoever I wanted than be unique.
What's the point of having a unique life experience if there's no one to share it with?
I feel like I'm at the end of my line.

We go to the same school, we have one class together, and we’re literally neighbors. I find her attractive and I’m pretty sure she feels the same about me. Only problem is, I’m a junior (17) and she’s a freshman (15). I know this is a very morally grey area and so therefore, I’m never gonna pursue her, my life is complicated enough as it is, I don’t want to add another complexity.
Everything about her is just so perfect. We have similar interests, similar taste in music/movies, similar personalities, fuck we even look alike. Hispanic, brown skin, black hair, and small eyes. Only thing different about us is our gender obviously, our height, and that she wears glasses. We haven’t talked much, but the times we have she’s got a smile the entire time. I would say the most mundane things imaginable and she would start giggling and blushing hysterically
I just want love. Everyone around me is finding it all the while I return to my room after school everyday and rot in it alone like the piece of shit I am. My life feels like one big, elaborate, sadistic joke with no punchline.
This is more of vent post than a genuine question. You don’t have to respond if you don’t feel like it, although I would appreciate it