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In 2007, Trump’s Mar-a-Lago Club faced $120,000 in unpaid fines from the town of Palm Beach, Fla., resulting from a dispute over the height of a flagpole.
In a settlement, Palm Beach agreed to waive those fines — if Trump’s club made a $100,000 donation to a specific charity for veterans. Instead, Trump sent a check from the Donald J. Trump Foundation, a charity funded almost entirely by other people’s money, according to tax records.
I'll pray for my sins
please let me lust over every beautiful woman I see,
please let me snort coke off a hookers a** just once,
Please let me drink as much as I humanly can every day,
Please let me smoke as much marijuana as I can every day,
And please oh please let me get laid every night by a different woman,
All these things I ask in the name of the father, son, and holy spirit!
I'm a 13 yr old lesbian, and sometimes I really hate my life. I wish I was straight. Not because it's the "norm" but just so I wouldn't have to hide it from my parents. I've always know my parents weren't the types of people who would be like "oh your gay, well good for you" to a stranger but I never really knew how they felt. I've tried coming out to my mom by starting with "there's this girl in my class that just said she was gay" to see what she's says and then be like aha... read more
i feel like a whore and i'm ashamed of myself. i'm a virgin, i went to his house to talk eventually he had me straddled over his lap we were making out (lip-sucking/biting tongue involved) eventually he got on top of me was feeling under my shirt, tugging at my jeans, tryna unhook my bra, i let him suck on my boobs bite my nipples :( i ended up having to leave cause my mom was on her way home. he's not my bf and probably doesn't plan on it i never did anything like that befo... read more
The thing about Depression is that you just know that any bit of happiness you get is temporary. It's a suicidal emotion- always inevitably killing itself soon enough. But in a strange way, it just sorta feels like that's.... not a bad thing. Like, I know that happiness is always going to end. So when it does, it's not that bad. I can still see some beauty in the world when the depression takes it's course. My happiness may be suicidal, but it doesn't mean I have to be.