"Life is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool, a comedy for the rich, a tragedy for the poor."
Umm i love your blog! You have great taste however the last "ask" that you posted you replied to someone who clearly stated they were 16. You clearly state in your title 18+ is there a way you can "block" certain followers? As i have the same problem
I don’t care if they’re underage or not to be honest and even if I died there is no way for us to prevent them from visiting our blogs. All we can do is warn them that they are viewing 18+ content.
I was underage watching the same stuff too though so I’d be a hypocrite to go out of my way to prevent them from viewing my blog. It’s up to them if they want to break the rules or not.
Why give a shit?
I’m writing another story, and I want to share the into I’ve written so far for some feedback.
People say that when your nose is plugged an onion tastes the same as an apple. Things in life appear different when senses: sight, smell, sense of touch, sense of feeling; are cut off. If only my cup of coffee would work like an onion, thenI may consider enjoying it. My coffee is bland, weak, and, apparently, made with a fishing net for a filter. However, I don’t come to this diner for the “Quality-Food!”, but rather because it’s one of the few places to have outside seating with ashtrays. Dragging on a cigarette is the only way to drink the coffee here anyway. Dolly, one of the waitresses that I’ve befriended here, always checks to to see if I need to be topped off.
”More coffee, hun?” she asked with a fresh pot in hand.
Usually, I want more, but today i didn’t. I was meeting a friend shortly. “No, thank you. I’ve business to get done today”. I always seem to have a more down-home way of talking at the diner. I hate it. After paying the cheque and pocketing my cigarettes, I left.
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