Anyone from the UK?

i just wish he'd have said something to someone . He didn't have to give a reason. We all respect privacy. Just saying "I'm taking a break" would have done.

There's nothing wrong with a bit of protectiveness, I do it myself (to the extent of once losing a girlfriend over it). I'm sure if he wants to get in touch with the person he's closest to on here, he'll do that in time. There are two ex-regulars of this place that have let me know they're OK, but are absent for a while.
 
There's nothing wrong with a bit of protectiveness, I do it myself (to the extent of once losing a girlfriend over it). I'm sure if he wants to get in touch with the person he's closest to on here, he'll do that in time. There are two ex-regulars of this place that have let me know they're OK, but are absent for a while.
Yes. I'm sure you're right, thank you
 
It’s basically no.2 in a new way, which was no.1 in a new way. I am sure it’s perfectly fine for most people but it’s really not my thing. I am making sure my friends know it’s my turn to pick the next film, later XD
Revenge, Ahhhh... Revenge!!
 
I've not seen the 2nd Avitar.

I mean, how many different ways can you have the euphemism of shoving your cock into another creature.

Ooo look, my tail connects to this animal.
 
It's also known as the "old moon" or "ice moon"
I wrote this earlier, but you mentioning the Rede I've added another verse.

1,2,4 original, 3 added just now.

Under the Wolf Moon’s silver eye 🌕🐺
snow listens, breath held thin.
Drums of old hunger fade into prayer,
furred shadows soften to kin.

Circle drawn in frost and pine,
we weigh each wish like grain.
Power hums, a quiet fire,
asked first by heart, not bane.

“An it harm none,” the night agrees,
stars stitch that vow in red.
So will walks gently, hand in hand
with love, the path ahead.

The moon lifts, the wolves grow still,
mercy bright as flame.
What we choose becomes the spell,
and kindness speaks our name.
 
I wrote this earlier, but you mentioning the Rede I've added another verse.

1,2,4 original, 3 added just now.

Under the Wolf Moon’s silver eye 🌕🐺
snow listens, breath held thin.
Drums of old hunger fade into prayer,
furred shadows soften to kin.

Circle drawn in frost and pine,
we weigh each wish like grain.
Power hums, a quiet fire,
asked first by heart, not bane.

“An it harm none,” the night agrees,
stars stitch that vow in red.
So will walks gently, hand in hand
with love, the path ahead.

The moon lifts, the wolves grow still,
mercy bright as flame.
What we choose becomes the spell,
and kindness speaks our name.
that is beautiful
 
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