People like my posts more when I get candid. I'm not very good at just. Listing things I want and moving on with that. I mean. Y'all like that too, but that's just not me.

How I construct thoughts. How I move through the world, that's ultimately what you should be using as the deciding factor before you message me. Because of course you're gonna like what I have to say. It's all fucking great.

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I want to feed you. Invite you on adventures. Treat you like you'll never be treated again, and frolic into as many tomorrows as possible.

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But. Its the person. Y'all ain't understanding very well. I am silly as all the geese in a pond, yes, but I will stand my ground even when it becomes covered in blood. My conviction, my dedication, my pursuit of my ultimate self is extreme. My standards for myself and others aren't flexible. In the slightest.

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If you aren't about me. I'm out. No hard feelings. At all. Time is so fucking precious. I don't know why, you, a male are still reading my post. Look at you. Wasting your precious gift on someone that doesn't fucking want you. Big wild. Will never be me again. Never again.

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I am straight to the point. Straight forward. And my honesty is apparently jarring for some people, and that is good for me. Because the people that can hang with that, are my type of people, more times than not.

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I know, I'm bothering you horny fuckers that just want to get blasted with someones bodily fluids, but I still believe that out there is just. One fucking person that wants a connection that just isn't focused around fucking getting covered in a fluid.

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I mean don't get me wrong if we like each other I'm gonna wanna eat you all fucking up. BUt why is that the starting point? That is so fucking weird to me. Why can't I learn what your favorite color is first or dumb shit like that. Why are you afraid of speaking your fucking mind?

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Jesus on toast.

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All I want is to find one person. That doesn't fucking suck donkey cum from the source to spend time with. I don't need reasons. Or excuses. If you don't have time, I'm not talking to you. If you won't make time. I'm not talking to you. If you don't respect other peoples time, I'm definitely not talking to you.

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No teenagers. No fucking teenagers. Holy balls. 21 and up. 20 is a teenager to me too. Even 21 is pushing it. I like people closer to my age, even older. Someone with some life under their belt. Some failures. SOme scars. But most importantly. Some fucking sense in their head.