Posts by Dirtbag

1. 2022-06-08 at 12:04 AM UTC in Is caffeine or nicotine more addictive?
   Dirtbag African Astronaut

   Originally posted by WellHung Your username made me chuckle. Ty for that. Great choice.

   
   I can’t thank posts yet but it was a tough choice between that or Aspergian.
2. 2022-06-08 at 12 AM UTC in Is caffeine or nicotine more addictive?
   Dirtbag African Astronaut
   What do you reach for first in the morning? Nicotine withdrawal causes anxiety which makes you want to smoke more to get rid of it.
3. 2022-06-07 at 10:12 PM UTC in I miss Kafka
   Dirtbag African Astronaut

   Originally posted by mmQ You's a cold piece

   
   You right
4. 2022-06-07 at 9:55 PM UTC in I miss Kafka
   Dirtbag African Astronaut
   I hope she's still throwing up that hangover
5. 2022-06-07 at 9:32 PM UTC in I miss Kafka
   Dirtbag African Astronaut

   Originally posted by Incessant She has better views of wariat because her daddy issues are so severe she only finds pedophiles comforting. No tea no shade. I dare her to try and expose me more and she'll only show that I'm hott and a good friend despite people being toxic as hell.
   
   But she will lurk forever. Pretending she is better than being hare. But she never felt more alive in her life than when she felt like the most interesting pusssy ok niggas in space.
   
   In fact I'll sell the photos she sent for $80 a pop

   
   Ngl I thought about making an OnlyFans when I read this
6. 2022-06-07 at 9:21 PM UTC in wut did u dream about last night
   Dirtbag African Astronaut
   Uni library, girl brushed my hair behind my ear and asked for my name. I couldn't explain so she ran off. Outside was dark and there was a burnt out bike, youths loitering, a fire. A black girl asked me to come to her house. I thought she was just into goths and wanted sex but at the door she gave me the key and ran off, so I chased her to a crackhead corner. She seemed unhinged and said she'd murdered her husband and was never coming back, that the house was mine. I went back to it. The keychain had a single pearl and it all felt real, nothing from the house was missing. My reflection in the polished wooden floor was the real me, tried to take a photo of the gun, plastic bags with her husband's clothes, the bathtub still had bloodstains, I felt her husband's ghost was becoming more material and that he was a bad person, so I wanted to get out of there but I also wanted to explore. Brown wooden furniture, walls painted in shades of pink and cream, another bag with her false nails and hair extensions, a bedroom with too many teddybears.