Humanity
I was unable to find true love, i ventured into hookup. Content Warning.
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By 18 plus home3 years ago in Confessions
The Power of Confession: Healing and Transformation
In a world where vulnerability is often seen as a weakness, the act of confession stands out as a powerful tool for healing and transformation. Confession, in its essence, is the act of acknowledging one's faults, mistakes, or sins. While traditionally associated with religious practices, confession has a much broader application in our daily lives, offering a path to emotional, mental, and spiritual growth.
By BLESSING COOL 3 years ago in Confessions
Lie To Me. Issue #5. Content Warning.
Working in the casino taught me many, many, things, I met many peers that taught me some important lessons I carry to this day. I made new friends, and lost those friends, I met a kindred spirit (we will call him Brandon). Brandon was kind, he was funny, he was lost. We almost instantly hit it off through our humor, we shared the same perspective on life, he had endured his own hardships somewhat similar to mine. We simply differed on one aspect; Brandon wanted to find someone to settle down with while I was wanting to be alone at least for the time being. We would call each other when we were too much in our own heads. For some reason we could just talk each other down like it was second nature. Brandon and I worked the same shifts, we took the same breaks, and we would hang outside of work. He got me into exercising properly, taught me that we can just laugh for no reason no harm in that, we taught each other resiliency.
By (JERJ) Thudd Walker3 years ago in Confessions
Adorable MOM
MOM, In the quiet corner of a small town, nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering meadows, lived a young guy, me. With a heart full of dreams I walk in my way by taking breaths. But behind my every breathing, lay a hidden pain—a void left by the absence of my mother, who had passed away. My mother had been my guiding light, my source of inspiration, and without her, I often felt adrift in a sea of uncertainty. Yet, even in death, her mother's presence lingered like a gentle breeze, whispering words of encouragement in the wind. I still can fill her with me. My Mother is the best mom in the world. Everyone's MOM is the best, my MOM too. She was a teacher with four kids of her own and hundreds in her school. At a very early age she lost her husband and then I treated her both mom and dad. My father is an army person. He could hardly maintain time for us and my Mom as well. My mother, alone, handles the whole family, and also kids. Time was hander uring those periods. It is very hard for her to maintain everything. She managed a job, Teaching. My mother is very kind and generous. Teaching is the best professional choice for her career and also our family. Later my mom started to contribute to our family.
By Sunny3 years ago in Confessions
The One Thing We All Have in Common
In the vast tapestry of humanity, amidst the diversity of cultures, beliefs, and backgrounds, there exists a singular thread that unites us all. It is a fundamental aspect of our existence, transcending boundaries and connecting each individual to the collective human experience. This one thing we all have in common serves as a cornerstone of empathy, understanding, and shared humanity.
By Paramjeet kaur3 years ago in Confessions
A Song of Gratitude for You, Mom
Dear Mom, As I sit here, pen in hand, the world seems to quiet around me. All the hustle and bustle fades away, leaving only the echo of thoughts that have been building for far too long. It's a symphony of memories, of moments big and small, each one a testament to the incredible woman you are.
By Ahmed Latreche 3 years ago in Confessions
Exploring the Art of Kiss
Explore different kissing techniques to heighten arousal and deepen emotional connections, including peck kissing, butterfly kissing, bite kissing, teasing kisses, ice cube kissing, slow kissing, nibbling kissing, sucking kissing, earlobe kissing, forehead kissing, hand kissing, and cheek kissing, and learn tips for enhancing arousal and pleasure through kissing, incorporating kissing into intimate moments, and understanding the historical and cultural significance of romantic kissing.
By Timothy A Rowland3 years ago in Confessions
Lie To Me Issue #4. Content Warning.
I was alone, my mom’s house was empty. My social media and my phone had been blowing up with people asking me if what I had done was true, some of them were telling me about how terrible I am, that I am less than a person. My employers asked if I was coming into work that day. I was simply drained. I guess I must have been more tired than I thought because my mother told me I had been asleep for almost two days, didn’t eat, barely went to the bathroom. To me, it all felt like one long day. I knew that I didn’t get all my bags out of my car before it was towed, I figured I would do it in the morning, my backpack was in the car that held my wallet, the last of my cash, my laptop, and some more personal items. I was back at step zero.
By (JERJ) Thudd Walker3 years ago in Confessions
That New York Apartment.
I never thought that I would be here I am today. I had so many reasons to run. Of course leaving hurt. It hurt like nothing else in the world and I was supper scared. I was so tired of being the girl that I was. I felt stuck in the place that most others think is so freeing. I’m sorry that I left but it was for the best even though something always felt odd. I watched the city change. I don’t know New York anymore. Someone had to have left first. I knew deep down that it would be me. I don’t think the people I loved knew that I was going to leave the way I did but I knew when I was young that I wouldn’t stay in the city. I did the minimum anyone asked me, always shouting but not to loud. Just trying to blend in with the rage of NYC.
By Nat 3 years ago in Confessions
Lie To Me: One Off.
This is going to be a one off story that is connected to the overall story, but this plays no significant role in personal growth, the story’s narrative, nor does it include Posey Jones. However, this story has stuck with me in the darkest nights and in my most solitude moments. I don’t think I’ll ever forget this.
By (JERJ) Thudd Walker3 years ago in Confessions
