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After years, today I somehow managed to find the instagram profile of a girl I was once charmed by at a train station. I didn't know her name, where she lives, my only hint was her school uniform, still I couldn't find anything about her, anywhere, until now.
This girl is pretty, but not in the usual way you'd expect a stacy to be, yet, very cute. Petite, which narrow, delicate shoulders. Reddish, fluffy hair, in a way I've never seen before in real life, almost silk like, and ocean-blue eyes. What catched my attention was how such beautiful creature could be found in the sea of subhumanity this god forgotten town is.
Surprisingly no one was paying attention to her. She herself seemed to be living in a whole different dimension than everyone else around her. In fact, throughout the whole time I spent enamorated looking at her, she didn't turn her head once. She for sure didn't even noticed this subhuman presence. Of course, I was aware she was way out of my league.
Anyway, cucked paragraphs from my bluepilled past self aside, she turned out to be a huge dyke (or chadsexual). I wonder how many times girls I appreciated where in fact lesbians. In my opinion the lesbianpill is one of the most brutal ones, it's really emasculating, it's sad, it's revolting, it's over.
What a fucking clown world. Hundreds of men rotting alone and women fucking themselves. I really don't want to live in a world where dykes exist anymore, they disgust me. And since all women are lesbians, how can I not hate them?
This girl is pretty, but not in the usual way you'd expect a stacy to be, yet, very cute. Petite, which narrow, delicate shoulders. Reddish, fluffy hair, in a way I've never seen before in real life, almost silk like, and ocean-blue eyes. What catched my attention was how such beautiful creature could be found in the sea of subhumanity this god forgotten town is.
Surprisingly no one was paying attention to her. She herself seemed to be living in a whole different dimension than everyone else around her. In fact, throughout the whole time I spent enamorated looking at her, she didn't turn her head once. She for sure didn't even noticed this subhuman presence. Of course, I was aware she was way out of my league.
Anyway, cucked paragraphs from my bluepilled past self aside, she turned out to be a huge dyke (or chadsexual). I wonder how many times girls I appreciated where in fact lesbians. In my opinion the lesbianpill is one of the most brutal ones, it's really emasculating, it's sad, it's revolting, it's over.
What a fucking clown world. Hundreds of men rotting alone and women fucking themselves. I really don't want to live in a world where dykes exist anymore, they disgust me. And since all women are lesbians, how can I not hate them?
