𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓 The Impaler 🇨🇦🇺🇦

Gotta get something off my chest....I’ve been on here for a bit. Came to Twitterland to look for people who are like me. The freaks, the oddballs, the ones who don’t fit in, the Metalheads, the bikers.... Over the last little while, as I have gotten to know more people here ⬇️

Happy Thorsday! 🎯🔥❤️‍🔥

Oldest profile pic I could find

@soulwhisper85 🤭

@ElizabethTris19 Where's your face?? 🤔🤣🤣

I just razored the f outta my hair

@CMoore55570 @soulwhisper85 Good point 👍🏻

@CountExcelGuy @soulwhisper85 I'm guessing the sun, maybe?

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@JustMeSugar 😉

@CanadianNeechie 🤘🏻🤣

@CountExcelGuy "Moe's Monuments - You stab em', we slab 'em" 🔪🪦

Seduction is much more than beauty; it's generous, intelligent, mysterious, and... exclusive 🖤💋🫦

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when you're mean in my replies, I rage clean. in the end I'm zen again, and my home sparkles. you, on the other hand, are still an angry, small minded little person, stuck in a wilfully ignorant little hell of your own making. winning internet fights isn't improving your life.

At this point in my life I take people at face value I expect nothing and they usually don’t disappoint People are so strange Not a fan

They say you are gorgeous. They say your eyes could stop a room mid-breath and still, you look in the mirror and only see war. You see softness as something to apologize for. You trace your body like it’s evidence of failure thighs you were taught to hide, hips that don’t fit the mold, skin marked with stories no one ever asked you to tell. You call yourself names no one who truly loves you would ever dare to speak. But listen not to them, and not to that voice inside you that learned cruelty too well. Listen deeper. Those thighs? They carried you through every moment you thought you wouldn’t survive. That body? It held you together when your heart was breaking quietly behind a smile no one questioned. Those scars? They are not flaws they are proof you lived through things that tried to erase you. And that mind the one that tells you you are not enough? It is lying. It was taught to lie. And you do not have to keep believing it. Because beauty was never meant to be measured in inches or weighed in pounds or filtered into something easier to love. Beauty real beauty is the way you stayed when it would have been easier to disappear. It’s the way you keep showing up in a world that made you question if you deserved to be seen at all. So no you are not what you’ve been calling yourself. You are a woman with a body that has carried storms and still learned how to stand in the sun. You are softness that refused to harden. You are strength that doesn’t need permission. And one day maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but one day soon… you will look in that mirror and finally see what the world has been trying to tell you all along: Not perfect. Not untouched. Not unchanged. But powerful. Alive. And more than enough..

@imperatordark1 🤣🤣🤣

@CountExcelGuy ......So, what did they do with Grandpa's corpse? I mean, it's definitely a question worth asking. ( somebody, somewhere, a casket is without a body, right?)😳😱😏😂🤣😭

Like new. Used once only....

@diane_caug59974 @bitzydimbo 😆😆

@CountExcelGuy @bitzydimbo Lmfao I love it 🤣🤣🤣🤣