diplomatic_lies
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âû íàáëþäàåòå ãîìîñåêñóàëüíóþ ïîðíîãðàôèþ
u let op homoseksuele pornografie
u let op homoseksuele pornografie
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
íó áëÿ, àïåòèò èñïîðòèëOriginally posted by diplomatic_lies
âû íàáëþäàåòå ãîìîñåêñóàëüíóþ ïîðíîãðàôèþ
u let op homoseksuele pornografie
Ïðèäóðîê ^^^Originally posted by Levex
íó áëÿ, àïåòèò èñïîðòèë
HAHA! We weten allemaal dat jij de grootste liefhebber bent van homos. Lik maar aan het kontgaatje van je papa.Originally posted by diplomatic_lies
âû íàáëþäàåòå ãîìîñåêñóàëüíóþ ïîðíîãðàôèþ
u let op homoseksuele pornografie
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
LOL. I've always found it difficult to read the non-cyrillic russian.Originally posted by R3N3G4D3
ja ruskij, no moj kompiuter govno i cyrillic ne podderzhivaet.