It’s the soul of their unused cum trying to reach the heavens. Because dead men can’t ejaculate it causes their penis to stretch upwards at an infinitely increasing velocity, causing the penis to occupy more than one point in space at the same time.

Rigor Mortis sets in and then it’s an actual “boner”. At this point the vacuum of space pulls the cum out. The turtle that holds up the elephants which hold up our plane of existence will eat this cum as it’s high in protein, allowing him to continue his slow crawl across the cosmos, providing a place for men to be born, to die, and to cum infinitely into space, completing the cycle again for all time.

It’s beautiful.

Eiki shiki from touhou 9 is the best touhou character, no, the best fictional character ever. I just love her so much. So much that i get extremely horny everytime i see her. Everytime i see a picture that isn't a crappy loli fanon depiction of eiki i squirt in my pants, i don't know what i would do if i ever lost my multiple copies of Touhou 9, or my computer. If my parents allowed it i would definitely spend all my money on an eiki shiki body pillow. Sometimes i think about her lecturing me or her lecturing komachi or judging me and i see that rod of remorse she's holding and i just want it shoved up my ass, pussy, tits, mouth, whatever. Whenever someone mentions bhuddism or Hinduism i get a clitoral erection because she is based off of those religons. For the love of god let me get absolutely dicked down by eiki. I want to be fucked by Eiki Shiki from Touhou 9, Phantasmagoria of Floral View, so fucking bad. She is the Yama of Gensokyo, meaning she judges whether people go to heaven or hell based on your sins. I've probably sinned alot, and I want her to judge me. I want to try to repent and get railed by her so bad, I want her to get off from it more than anything, and I want to stay im Migan forever, as that is where she is located. I typically don't like to be bossed around but if she's the one telling me things than I'd be more than happy to do anything, make a sandwich, help her with work, wear a maid dress, watch Komachi, anything. I want her to top, as she is much more quialified to. I hate when people make her look like a tiny little boobless child, she may not have the biggest of boobies, but I'd still want to lick and suck them as I'd do to her pussy, ass, mouth, or anything she'd want me to. I want her to take full control in a sexual session and fuck me up like I'm a talking fleshlight, no matter how rough the sex is it'll still be considered the best sex I'll ever get because it's with her, I fucking love Eiki Shiki. She's tall, and amazing. Holy fuck I love her. I cant truly put to words how much I'd like to be fucked by her, i would do anything, sacrifice my life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness to be fucked by eiki so bad. I want to get absolutely fucked down to the core by eiki shiki yamaxanadu from touhou project it's becoming unbearable everytime i look at a good pic of eiki i grow a spiritual penis so i could get the hugest boner. I like to rub my tits and imagine that's eiki rubbing them. I finger myself and use the showerhead to masturbate and in my mind I'm getting the true submissive expirence with eiki shiki NSFW and all everytime i play PoFV i get horny st the fact that i could fight eiki and when i do that spiritual dick i have grown ejaculates all over the house. I need mental help probably but i just want to have sex with her so bad. now while i don't have a foot or a piss fetish, if she wanted to id happy lick all over her toes all that ooy gooy shit and let her use me as her personal urinal get all that goofy ahh shit all over me and do whatever the fuck she wants to do to me yum

Omg h-hi i cant believe you hot female actually accepted my little beta friend request and uh i-i couldn't help but notice you're a mommy I-I MEAN FEMALE! you're a female! and i think you have a really cute personality sooo uh maybe you could send me pics of ur panties 🥺

Hey All, as I have thought of Smite and intentionality I have tracked that I have encountered very few women in Smite in comp. I would like to provide resources and support (if needed) to forming an all womens comp team to compete in whatever league and whatever level they decide makes sense. DM me if you’re interested in participating in a team like this. Our server has great coaches, fair number of inhouses and regular pick up games to help players progress. We also don’t tolerate sexism, homo/transphobia, or racism-all are welcome on our server. I really hope this comes across as genuine and not creepy.

PS I am a 47 year old happily married man.

This server has done nothing but bring me down as a person. everyday i come in here and all you do is tear me down insult me hurt me with your words and do nothing but harm me emotionally physically mentally and I just can’t take it any longer this server is so abusive and toxic it’s crazy. no one even realizes how disgusting all of your behaviors are. every single time I talk or type or even do anything or interact with anyone in the server everybody just goes against me and gangs up on me like a pack of wolves and just attacks me and i didn’t do anything to deserve these attacks and these hurtful words. i literally just try to be nice to everybody but nobody ever wants to be in my shoes and nobody ever tries to sympathize with me and see where I’m coming from all of you just see me as the enemy and as the bad guy that’s trying to ruin the server or something when really I’m just trying to spread positivity. you guys act like I’m some kind of virus or disease, constantly casting me out so much, making me feel so left out and so alone in this server. it’s fucking driving me insane I feel mental and I feel like a weirdo just being around all of you because of how you treat me. at this point in time, I’ve given up on ever trying again and ever becoming any of your friends because I just know your feelings towards me clearly. i know all of you hate me and never want to be around me again or never have anything to do with me. it’s clear that you all think I’m a joke and that I’m stupid, idiotic and boring. it’s so mean because I literally don’t do anything to you guys but you guys always act like you hate me and it makes me feel so confused because I don’t know what I did to deserve it. I feel like I should just leave because clearly nobody wants to be around me and everyone would be happier if i left anyways so i’ll just go and i hope all of you find happiness in life and i’m sorry for all the troubles i’ve ever put any of you through. i give up. goodbye.

I want to experience the infamous wrist cutting. That's about it. My right forearm does actually have a scar on it, a few inches below what can be called the wrist. The cause was not self harm, just my cat when I was 16. I remember being fascinated with how, "bittersweet" it felt for lack of a better word. I'd guide my finger over the healing wound and almost want to prevent it from healing, temporarily of course. I never tampered with it, in fact I was sort of embarrassed, hoping no one at school or work would see it and call attention to it.

I almost daily still think about actually cutting my wrist. I don't contemplate doing it, more just realize that I have the ability to. Sometimes I take the end of my fingernail and gently dig it into my skin, not enough to break it, but enough to hurt, and pull it across. Just because, it almost feels good. This is not about "I'm angsty/my life sucks and I need an outlet" this is "I want to do it because pleasure" but I don't pretty much just because I'm scared it might create another permanent scar and someone at work might see it.

It was just, if i THEORETICALLY were to walk in on my theoretical girlfriend, who i know very well, and found her making her dog, who is a very sweet and energetic female dog, I would know it to be a weird one-time impulse thing that she would never do again so i could just forgive and forget, it wouldnt be a dealbreaker

Now the Children 8 years old can go fro operation to change sex and can have chemical castration, have sex organs removed or even change boys ,man into a woman .Tax prayers will foot the bill that cost this intricate surgery, operation.!!!China Joe Biden made this into a low. Please oh please Presious People of America read all ,Senators read and do act refuse such evil laws tear down every inch of the American society.!!!Christians waike up unite save Your Beautiful Land and All the People in Yours Country.!!! JESUS is the answer for the World Today.!!! Let Revival spread all over America and other Parts of the World. BLESSED Be the Name of the LORD who Rain for Evermore.!!!

So last night ive took 3.5g of some albino with my best friend.(we was in my place u know guys candles , led light , blankets, good music)

Everything was fine until we went to bed together..

I felt freedom, happiness, closeness with all people.

I hugged him but then.. he kissed me and I did the fucking same thing,
I felt his erection on my leg

it turned me on .. idk why .. i sucked him.
Then it went fast. . saliva..sex .. he went home without saying a word


Idk what to do im normal i have girl

Why is it so hard for girls to accept the fact that men get attracted to their bodies?

So I met couple of girls on social media and over the period of time I told them that one of the reasons I got attracted to them was their body. Immediately they cut me off. Why is that? My brain and body still works like a Stone Age man and I get attracted to a beautiful woman. Why is it so bad??

Dear discordian, I am sorry to inform you (not sorry really), but your argument in which you are presenting is in fact invalid. You see, something happened over the past few weeks, something I believe you will find very interesting. It started when I was at a Crack house. I myself am not an addict, but instead I was merely interested to observe what kind of things would go on in such an environment. Then I met a woman, she started the conversation, told me that she had a job, a husband, and a son who spent his days cooped up inside his bedroom on discord. Yet despite this, she was unsatisfied with her life, jaded. I told her that I could relate to not finding purpose in life. We exchanged phone numbers and that was it for the night. Following this, her and I would continuously text. Sharing relatable memes and hilarious gifs in order to humor each other and keep our sanity intact. Soon we started meeting up again; having coffee at Starbucks, going to the store. As the weeks progressed things started to become more intimate. Me and this woman got to really know each other, to bond. And eventually it got to the point where it became sexual, our teasing becoming intense and hardcore, and soon enough I found myself in bed with this woman, performing sexual activities far beyond the conceivablility of most vanilla men. I fucked her extraordinarily hard, and it was the most intense night of either of our lives, something that me and this woman have both admitted to after we were done performing our respective intercourses.

Now, I know what you are about to ask; "why the fuck do I care? Why does this have anything to do with me and our argument?"

Well, I believe you would be interested to know that this woman I slept with is in fact, none other than you're own mother.

Indeed, I have fucked your Mom. I can already sense the look of horror blossoming upon your face as you read this. Your skin turning white as you read with your own eyes about how I have performed sexual activity with your own mother. The empty pit feeling in your stomach as the sheer trauma of such a revelation destroys you from the very inside. Your mind, your ego, and your spirit. This is why your argument is invalid. I have fucked your mother, I have now become within complete domination of your person through the act of fucking your mother. By doing this, I have won. By doing this, you're argument is now invalid.

Oh, and one more thing I think you should know; while me and your mother were performing sexual intecourse, the both of us had accidentally rolled through an experimental time portal I had been working on in my bedroom. This little unexpected turn had taken us many years back, back to a very specific year; the year in which you were born, according to your mother. And if I do recall, your mother did in fact confess to becoming pregnant after said intercourse.

Do you like Roki Vulovic? I think his early war exploits are a little new wave for my taste, but when 'Semberski junaci' released I think he really came into his own, artistically and militarily. Song like 'crni bombadera' and '500 godina' have a clear and crisp sound with authentical war footage that really gives the songs a big boost. It highlights his genuine hatred against bosnia and the USA that he cultivated during the bosnian wars. The release of his undisputed masterpiece 'mauzer/panteri' is not just a statement of the history of Roki himself but also his admiration of his wartime general, Ljubisa 'mauzer' Savic. During the yugoslav wars Roki didn't only gain a reputation for being a fierce fighter but also being the 'bard of the bosnian wars'. Roki's solo career after the wars was often compared to other turbofolk arists but I think Roki has far more inspiring lyrics derived from lived experience.

Recently, I’ve been having weird dreams, but nothing tops the one I just had last night. Here goes:

I opened my eyes to see that my body suddenly has thighs and boobs (I’m a male). Turns out, I’m in Kujou Sara’s body. I scanned around the area to see that I’m at some sort of party next to a lake. There are so many people as well as ducks. I’d estimate at least a thousand of them altogether.

I started wandering around, deciding on what to do with this new (hot) body when suddenly, some ducks pushed me off the pier into the water, and all eyes turned on me.

“OMG IT’S KUJOU SARA”, someone loudly exclaimed.

“HOLY **** IT’S HER”, another lady chimed in.

And another, and another, and another…

That’s when I realized almost every single person in this party was a diehard Sara simp. They wanted to meet me so bad, and now they know I’m here. I wasn’t noticed earlier simply because everyone was minding their own business.

“Damn it. I have to escape this place quickly”, I thought to myself as people, both male and female alike, started rushing into the water like predators chasing their prey.

Thanks to my swimming skills, I managed to submerge myself out of sight and swim ashore. But these people were too relentless. Some of them spotted me again and now all of them were running after me like zombies.

Just as I was about to be cornered, I met my savior. It was none other than my mother and sister. I had no idea if they recognized me, but I couldn’t afford to care with those simps closing in on me. They gestured towards a nearby van and I entered hesitantly, unsure of what to expect. Inside the van was something I never expected to save me - It was **Xiangling’s clothes**.

I took off my clothes and got changed to Xiangling’s in under 10 seconds. A couple of women approached the van and I nervously came to greet them, my body still soaked in lake water.

“Hello Xiangling! Have you seen our beloved Kujou Sara?”, one of them asked.

“Oh….uh……I believe she went **THAT** way”, I pointed in a random direction while remembering to imitate Xiangling’s high-pitched voice.

They thanked me and quickly left.

No one seemed to notice a grumpy “Xiangling” speed-walking to the nearest exit.
Even if they did, they wouldn’t have cared, as they were still in a search for their beloved Kujou Sara.

**Fin.**


Oh and I had no idea I was dreaming, so I was genuinely terrified. Don’t chase or follow your idol like that, guys and gals. They do get uncomfortable with that.




**TL;DR. Became Kujou Sara. Got chased by a horde of simps. Disguised myself as Xiangling. Escaped smoothly.**

The brain is just a computer. A biological one yes, but still a computer. Emotions are nothing but chemical signals, they aren't real. It doesn't make logical sense to cry over the death of someone else.

You don't cry when a character in a videogame dies. Characters in videogames are just lines of code and polygons. Humans are just lines of 'code' (nerve cells) embedded in meat. There really isn't that much of a difference, y'know?

I think realising that we shouldn't cry or feel sad over the deaths of people is a crucial milestone in growing up. You realise that people are nothing more than walking computers embedded in a sack of meat. There's no soul spirit or anything. Once you realise that, human behaviour becomes extremely predictable. It's illogical to cry over the death of a computer, whether or not the computer has meat surrounding it or not.

Perhaps children can be excused for crying over the deaths of people they know (or don't know), because they are still in a maturing period. But after age 18 it isn't normal to cry. I'd tell those people maybe they have a lot of growing up to do, I wouldn't encourage their childishness.

My underwater fish feeder is constantly under his sniffer, he won’t stop.

Number 15: Twerking chicken, the twerking chicken tries to give you a boner until your balls bust, here he is doing the fucklenuckle, the fucklenuckle is his ultimate move. Right here he’s doing the fuggumgoggulon, the fuggumgoggulon will also make your boner fall off, but not only that he also does this move to try and make you just fuckin’.. I say if I see that thing in my kitchen i’d fuck it til it wasn’t just a fucking white thing.

Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, ***(SERVER OWNER)***, if you still even remember that name, But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a server of drama and fights, bans and mutes. A server that has died, a broken friendship between me and the mods. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the angry mobs in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends.


And to you, ***(MODERATOR)***, who somehow found this Discord Server, not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This server will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every Discord Drama should.


And to you horrible moderators trapped in the corridors, be still and give up ***(SERVER NAME)***. It doesn't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the war ends. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend.


***(MEMBER OR EX-MOD NAME)***, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocents. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left me and your ***(SOMETHING THAT RELATES TO HIM)***, no one was there to ***(ACTION RELATED TO THAT)*** the way you did it, and then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my ***(RELATIONSHIP WITH SOMETHING)***. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest - for you, and for those you have carried in your arms.

This ends for all of us.

End communication.

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Benefits of NoFap:

Day 1 - Nothing. You're still in withdrawal and might actually feel worse.

Day 5 - Improved motivation and productivity.

Day 10 - Better energy and sleep.

Day 30 - Greater confidence and self-esteem. Mental clarity.

Day 60 - Increased muscle mass, bone density, and cardiovascular capacity. Testosterone through the roof.

Day 120 - Higher sperm count. Increased erection strength and duration.

Day 365 - Your voice deepens and your skull becomes more chad-like. Increased erection girth and length.

Day 730 - Faster reaction time. 10 additional IQ points.

Day 1500 - Starbucks baristas start writing their numbers on your receipts. Your ex wants to get back together. You feel tempted but ultimately turn her down.

Day 3000 - You can't keep up with all your tinder matches. Strange women begin hitting on you in public. You worry about your female boss. Fortunately she keeps it professional.

Day 6000 - Ex shows up at your door crying and begging you to take her back. You don't even make eye contact—just call the police right away. Your female boss quits. She can't take it anymore and fears what she might do to you if she stays.

Day 12000 - Every swipe on tinder is a match. Even girls you swipe left get matched with you somehow. Romantic messages fill up your inbox every day—all 15gb of it—you upgrade your Gmail account to premium.

Day 30000 - You don't have to work anymore. JK Rowling signs over half of her Harry Potter royalties to you in a grand gesture of love. You tell her you can't be with her because she's too controversial. She weeps quietly. The next morning, Rowling tweets that trans women are women and Dumbledore's sexual orientation is nobody's business.

Day 60000 - Scientists propose that attraction to you be classified as its own sexual orientation, which will account for 97.5 percent of the world's population. Paradoxically, you no longer feel any sexual desire. You have achieved a higher consciousness and now love every human-being equally.

Day 100,000 - Your IQ doubles, triples, and quadruples. You come up with a workable model of quantum gravity in a rainy Sunday afternoon. Elon Musk steps down from SpaceX to work for you. You decide to put space exploration on hold to focus on achieving clean energy through nuclear fusion.

Day 200,000 - You've solved the problem of nuclear fusion. You also solved the problems of climate change, poverty, crime, and racism. You have been elected the very first President of the World.

Day 500,000 - It's been over half a million days since you last fapped. You have achieved everything, understood everything, and solved every problem faced by humanity. All that needs to be done has been done. There's nothing left to do.

You give your fellow humans one last look—they're still fapping, trapped in their primitive way—but you don't judge. The path of NoFap was never meant for the ordinary men.
"Try not to fap. But if you must, use lube." Those were your parting words.

Now, released from all shackles of the mundane, and purified of all imperfections, your body ephemeralizes, as your ever-illuminated consciousness ascends into another dimension.