Humanity
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Once upon a time, in a small village nestled in a valley surrounded by lush green mountains, there lived a young girl named Lily. She lived in a cozy cottage with her parents and younger brother, Jack. Lily loved nothing more than exploring the world around her, and she spent most of her days wandering through the forest, climbing trees, and playing in the streams.
By Marian Cavazos 2 years ago in Confessions
The Myth of the Perfect Partner
The desire for a perfect partner is one that has been deeply ingrained in society for generations. We are taught to believe that there is someone out there who will complete us, someone who will effortlessly understand us and love us unconditionally. This idea is heavily perpetuated in popular culture and media, and it's no wonder that many people feel an intense pressure to find that perfect someone. However, the reality is that this idea of the perfect partner is a myth. In reality, the pursuit of perfection in a partner can be detrimental to finding real love.
By SATPOWER2 years ago in Confessions
So You Thought This Was My OnlyFans. Content Warning.
So! You clicked on this link thinking it was my OnlyFans. For those of you who don’t know, I have my Linktree in my Instagram bio, and on my Instagram story with the same caption. The button linked to this page reads “Spicy Content” with an array of sweaty, eggplant, and fire emojis. The ultimate goal? To get people to click on the Spicy Content. Which you did. Good job, you. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you have effectively netted me a halfpenny through Vocal, which is significantly more than I’d make through an OnlyFans anyway.
By Steven Christopher McKnight2 years ago in Confessions
Diary of a Woman
I can't quite pinpoint a time in my life when I felt completely at ease with myself, cozy in my own skin, if you will. From the get-go, it seemed like society, with a heavy hand, served up this image of perfection—think model-thin, sky-high, sun-kissed blonde, with a sprinkle of extrovert on top—as the gold standard of attractiveness. But here's the kicker: even if you fit snugly into this glossy mold, the world still treats you differently, and why? Simply because you're a woman.
By Max2 years ago in Confessions
Why good ideas fail
People often look for these “great ideas” and put in all their energy into it because they trust the greatness of the ideas is all it takes. I won’t refute or endorse that, however in this article I want to share with you some reasons why even great or good ideas can fail, not in an attempt to discourage you but rather to create some awareness in your mind so you can be prepared.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
Patience is a Virtue
Stuck in a time loop. Not sure where to go, what to do or how to be. To be me is to be free from all of this. To have a life I want and strive for. Lost dedication and failed motivation. Some don’t give up but what if your will is draining. Constant state of tire and yet you struggle to find some hope. You spend to get some motivation. You pay to get inspiration but do you end up getting it? The things you pay for becomes a temporary fix. Like a pay to play scenario. We pay to play the game of life.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Confessions
Say no more
the heart of a bustling city, amidst the towering skyscrapers and the constant hum of traffic, there existed a quaint little bookstore. It was a place where time seemed to slow down, and the scent of old books lingered in the air like a cherished memory. The owner, an elderly gentleman named Mr. Emerson, had been running the store for decades, and to him, each book held a story not just within its pages but within its very essence.One rainy afternoon, as the droplets danced against the window panes, a young woman entered the bookstore. She was unlike any customer Mr. Emerson had seen before. With an air of mystery surrounding her, she moved silently among the shelves, her eyes scanning the titles as if searching for something beyond mere words.Mr. Emerson watched her with keen interest, his curiosity piqued by her enigmatic presence. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the woman approached the counter, a single book clutched tightly in her hands."I'd like to purchase this, please," she said softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of the rain.Mr. Emerson took the book from her outstretched hand and examined it briefly. It was an old, weathered copy of "Say No More" by J. A. Adams, a novel that had long since faded into obscurity."An excellent choice," he remarked, a hint of surprise in his voice. "This book holds a special place in my heart."The young woman nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. "I've heard it's quite...unique."With that, she paid for the book and left the store, disappearing into the misty streets beyond. Mr. Emerson couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye, and as he watched her retreating figure, he couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden within the pages of "Say No More."That night, as the rain continued to fall outside, Mr. Emerson found himself unable to sleep. His mind kept drifting back to the mysterious woman and the book she had purchased. Unable to resist any longer, he retrieved his own copy of "Say No More" from the shelves and settled into his favorite armchair to read.As he delved into the story, he found himself transported to a world unlike any other. The words seemed to leap off the page, drawing him deeper and deeper into the narrative until he felt as though he were living it himself. It was a tale of love and loss, of secrets and betrayal, and with each passing chapter, Mr. Emerson felt himself becoming more and more enthralled.But as he neared the end of the book, he realized that there was something different about this story. Something that set it apart from all the others he had read over the years. It wasn't just a work of fiction; it was a reflection of life itself, with all its complexities and contradictions laid bare for the world to see.And then, in the final pages, he discovered the truth. The truth about the mysterious woman who had come into his store that afternoon, and the truth about the book she had purchased. For "Say No More" was not just a novel; it was a message, a warning to those who dared to uncover its secrets.As dawn broke and the rain finally ceased, Mr. Emerson closed the book and sat in stunned silence, his mind reeling from the revelation. And as he gazed out at the world awakening outside his window, he realized that some stories were meant to be told, while others were meant to remain hidden, locked away in the dusty corners of history.And so, with a heavy heart and a newfound respect for the power of words, Mr. Emerson returned "Say No More" to its rightful place on the shelf, where it would wait patiently for the next curious soul brave enough to venture into its pages.........
By Eric anexis 2 years ago in Confessions
THE DEVIL’S BARGAIN
THE DEVIL’S BARGAIN In the quaint town of Greenwood, nestled amidst rolling hills and lush meadows, lived a devout Christian man named Samuel. He was known for his unwavering faith and kind heart, always ready to lend a helping hand to those in need. One fateful evening, as Samuel walked home from church, a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, revealing himself to be none other than the Devil.
By Janet Elianna 2 years ago in Confessions
I Am Not Fun Anymore.. Content Warning.
Everyday I’m getting older, everyday brings more mistakes. leaving the way I did was a way of saying fuck you. It was my final act of rebellion, my way of asserting my identity and my independence. My old friends told me that I am no longer fun anymore and I laughed but the longer I think about it the less funny it became. It became a very odd thing to think about, I lived in a place were if I died it would definitely shock people but they wouldn’t be surprised that was when I knew that I needed to change.
By Nat 2 years ago in Confessions
