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Love wrote:i dont understand it. this is supposed to be off topic place to chat about anything? every post or comment i make - someone is editing and changing my type. have i did something wrong? i understand i must be a noobie but i dont understand why all the controls? i'm sorry. thank you

Shum wrote:Tidies up the place a bit.

Love wrote:i dont understand it. this is supposed to be off topic place to chat about anything? every post or comment i make - someone is editing and changing my type. have i did something wrong? i understand i must be a noobie but i dont understand why all the controls? i'm sorry. thank you

no-one is changing your posts.
The mods however are grouping your one word threads together to make it less annoying and tidy.
are you really not understanding?

Im sorry i dont fit in. i wish someone would have told me what i did wrong. nice to talk to some of you though. thanks!

don`t be a []
no-one said you don`t fit in
you`re doing just fine, continue

you`re going to have to learn to be less sensitive if you want to survive here
no-one is trying to hurt you, it`s all good fun

Butters bad for the heart.

I thought I understood love once, but then I realised I don't and it only confuses me, and generally upsets me in the long run.

My 2 cent...

WHERE, like a pillow on a bed,
A pregnant bank swell'd up, to rest
The violet's reclining head,
Sat we two, one another's best.

Our hands were firmly cemented
By a fast balm, which thence did spring ;
Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread
Our eyes upon one double string.

So to engraft our hands, as yet
Was all the means to make us one ;
And pictures in our eyes to get
Was all our propagation.

As, 'twixt two equal armies, Fate
Suspends uncertain victory,
Our souls—which to advance their state,
Were gone out—hung 'twixt her and me.

And whilst our souls negotiate there,
We like sepulchral statues lay ;
All day, the same our postures were,
And we said nothing, all the day.

If any, so by love refined,
That he soul's language understood,
And by good love were grown all mind,
Within convenient distance stood,

He—though he knew not which soul spake,
Because both meant, both spake the same—
Might thence a new concoction take,
And part far purer than he came.

This ecstasy doth unperplex
(We said) and tell us what we love ;
We see by this, it was not sex ;
We see, we saw not, what did move :

But as all several souls contain
Mixture of things they know not what,
Love these mix'd souls doth mix again,
And makes both one, each this, and that.

A single violet transplant,
The strength, the colour, and the size—
All which before was poor and scant—
Redoubles still, and multiplies.

When love with one another so
Interanimates two souls,
That abler soul, which thence doth flow,
Defects of loneliness controls.

We then, who are this new soul, know,
Of what we are composed, and made,
For th' atomies of which we grow
Are souls, whom no change can invade.

But, O alas ! so long, so far,
Our bodies why do we forbear?
They are ours, though not we ; we are
Th' intelligences, they the spheres.

We owe them thanks, because they thus
Did us, to us, at first convey,
Yielded their senses' force to us,
Nor are dross to us, but allay.

On man heaven's influence works not so,
But that it first imprints the air ;
For soul into the soul may flow,
Though it to body first repair.

As our blood labours to beget
Spirits, as like souls as it can ;
Because such fingers need to knit
That subtle knot, which makes us man ;

So must pure lovers' souls descend
To affections, and to faculties,
Which sense may reach and apprehend,
Else a great prince in prison lies.

To our bodies turn we then, that so
Weak men on love reveal'd may look ;
Love's mysteries in souls do grow,
But yet the body is his book.

And if some lover, such as we,
Have heard this dialogue of one,
Let him still mark us, he shall see
Small change when we're to bodies gone.

Anything goes
when it comes to hoes,
they go:
Pimpin' ain't easy

FUCKING LOL

Have you been on the "love hearts" OP??

Klunt.

Love wrote:Do you remember? How old we're you? My first french kiss was when I was 17.

I was 15. her name was Elke and she looked like a poodle (but she really was human!)

I think love is gone.
He couldn`t take the love we were giving him.

Back on the first kisses... I think mine was a girl who I won't name*, but it could've been another one called Emily... same night, same attic, neither of them knew about the other until we all got into school on the Monday and I got a slap from both of them.

*a year or so later she'd be my first proper girlfriend... 10 years or so later she'd become the only pornstar I know personally.. probably not best to give Facebook friends her first name.

you only know one pornstar personally? what´s wrong with you?

I was 13, she was 16 and I poached her from my 18 year old mate

PinUp wrote:I was 13, she was 16 and I poached her from my 18 year old mate

playa

magma wrote:Back on the first kisses... I think mine was a girl who I won't name*, but it could've been another one called Emily... same night, same attic, neither of them knew about the other until we all got into school on the Monday and I got a slap from both of them.

*a year or so later she'd be my first proper girlfriend... 10 years or so later she'd become the only pornstar I know personally.. probably not best to give Facebook friends her first name.

lolly badcock?

tbf mine was quite similar minus the future porn

two girls, one was a mates 'girlfriend' who i pulled in front of him, then pulled some other girl who was lyin next to me, who tried to wank me off in a room full of kids...

we were like, 12 or 13, i later threw myself through a wooden door after eyeballing vodka

i was a prick