21 days ago
Back when I was barely 18, I was scraping by on a measly stipend, often starving my ass off with not a damn penny to my name. In those desperate times, I’d just say “hell yeah” to a date. Why? Because on that first outing, guys usually splurge on some fancy, mouth-watering grub. Honestly, those dates were my lifeline, keeping me from wasting away in hunger. I wasn’t playing games or stringing anyone along—I was just fighting to survive, one meal at a time.
#survival #hustle #desperation #realshit
#survival #hustle #desperation #realshit
22 days ago
There's this gritty old tramp who's been camping under the bridge near my place, a real fixture in the shadows. I’ve spotted him for ages, so one day I decided to toss him some grub—nothing fancy, just a raw, human gesture to keep the guy from starving.
My chick saw the whole damn thing and spent the rest of the night bitching, whining that I shouldn’t waste my pity on “those bums” because they’ve dug their own filthy graves.
Now I’m stuck chewing over whether I did the right thing or just played the fool. Truth is, a hell of a lot of these street rats lose their homes through no fault of their own—life just screws ‘em raw.
👍 - Hell yeah, I did good
😢 - Screw the bums, they’re their own damn problem
#humanity #streetlife #toughchoices #realshit
My chick saw the whole damn thing and spent the rest of the night bitching, whining that I shouldn’t waste my pity on “those bums” because they’ve dug their own filthy graves.
Now I’m stuck chewing over whether I did the right thing or just played the fool. Truth is, a hell of a lot of these street rats lose their homes through no fault of their own—life just screws ‘em raw.
👍 - Hell yeah, I did good
😢 - Screw the bums, they’re their own damn problem
#humanity #streetlife #toughchoices #realshit
24 days ago
Hey, Shame Central! I’m 28, a well-read, classy chick with all the domestic skills in the bag. Life’s a bitch, though—never been in a relationship, let alone gotten laid. So, I met this dude my age, we hung out a couple of times, just casual strolls. Then I jetted off for a vacay. We kept the convo alive via texts, everything seemed chill, plans to meet up again were brewing. He even dropped the “I like you” bomb. But the second I’m back home, this guy starts dodging me like I’m the plague, ghosting hard. Finally, he begrudgingly admits I’m only “kinda” his type because my wardrobe is too “strict” and I didn’t wear a damn dress on our meetups—never mind the weather was absolute crap for skirts.
So, I’m throwing this at the dudes of Shame Central: What the hell matters more in a woman?
😐 - Her fashion game, the outer shell (which can switch up depending on the vibe)
👍 - The real deal, her inner world (the juicy stuff inside)
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Admin: Hold up, a virgin at 28? Drop your location, babe, I’m curious as fuck where you’re hiding.
#datingdrama #stylevs substance #virginat28 #realshit
So, I’m throwing this at the dudes of Shame Central: What the hell matters more in a woman?
😐 - Her fashion game, the outer shell (which can switch up depending on the vibe)
👍 - The real deal, her inner world (the juicy stuff inside)
_____________________
Admin: Hold up, a virgin at 28? Drop your location, babe, I’m curious as fuck where you’re hiding.
#datingdrama #stylevs substance #virginat28 #realshit
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