taxidermymermaid
@taxidermymermaid
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Posted by P-AngelDo you ever have pleasant thoughts?
I feel sorry for men, in that they have to deal with this kind of garbage from insecure women.
You'd probably latch onto the first guy who noticed you, and smother him with your emotional baggage, trying desperately to make him your daddy.
It's disgusting. And it sounds like there's a lot of you carrying around this kind of baggage, according to all the responders confirming it and enabling you.
No wonder there aren't any good guys out there ... you fucking desperate females are ruining them for the rest of us.
Posted by BonesMaloneAwww.. I don't ignore homeless people, I direct them to local resources and offer to buy them a cup of coffee.
She does not. It's best to treat her like the homless crackhead that gets on the train begging for change & just ignore her.
Posted by FrenchKpricornShe can join us on the Virgo board. We're talking about what we know. Maybe she can share her wellspring of knowledge.Posted by SquirrelFromTheNuthouseshe needs attention too, and this is a desesperate way, to find it. sad.Posted by P-AngelDo you ever have pleasant thoughts?
I feel sorry for men, in that they have to deal with this kind of garbage from insecure women.
You'd probably latch onto the first guy who noticed you, and smother him with your emotional baggage, trying desperately to make him your daddy.
It's disgusting. And it sounds like there's a lot of you carrying around this kind of baggage, according to all the responders confirming it and enabling you.
No wonder there aren't any good guys out there ... you fucking desperate females are ruining them for the rest of us.click to expand
Posted by FrenchKpricornBy wellspring of knowledge, I mean: "Babies are not dishwasher safe."
if she's really 56 yo, and she's acting like this at his age, i think it's a waste of time. you'll probably sleep more dumb and her more genius, because you have shared with her, and it's not worth. let her dumb, and stay more smart.
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I wish I had a dad who treated me like his daughter. Who, when he looked to me or turned to speak to me, would do so in that magical way. Where, no matter how his day went or whether he just got done arguing with someone, he would still soften for me. Simply because I am your daughter.
I wish I had a dad who told me he was proud of me. Or one who told me I was smart. Or one who told me anything about myself that I didn't known because I was just a kid learning about myself, too. Am I beautiful? I think my dad told me I was, once. But it came along with a comment about how I needed to lose weight. That didn't make me feel very beautiful.
I wish I had a dad who gave me hugs. Who would pat my head and tell me how much he loved me. Just because I was his daughter.
I wish I had a dad who acted like I was number one amongst any other daughter. A dad who would talk as highly of me as he does the daughter's of my relatives or of other people's daughters.
I wish I had a dad who loved me.
I wish I had a dad who would call me princess instead of always saying my full first name as if I've done something wrong.
I wish I had a dad who I could talk to or argue with, without having to worry about whether he would ignore me for the next seven days because I said something that he found offensive.
A dad who made my feelings a priority, too. When he ignores me I feel like I'm nothing. He walks past me without even looking at me and doesn't tell me where he's going anymore. That is, until he feels like it and then resumes talking to me after about a week, acting like nothing happened and nothing hurt me.
I wish I had a dad who was a real dad, not just a title.
I wish I had a dad who treated me like I was his daughter.
I wish I had a dad who was a "safe house" and protected me from other people by telling me I was everything he wished for in a daughter.
I wish that when father's day came around, I was happy and excited to celebrate the man I get to call dad. Instead of I daydream of a real dad who loved me.