Beichte von Blue_eyes

Night with naughty vision take me in like am lose in the world of 💕

I secretly smoke joints and drive a car.

I'm a dumdum

Sometimes i steal , money , chocolate , clothes , anything that has value and i put my hand on Not because i want to do it or i have too but because i feel good doing it and because i can do it so i challenge myself to do it everytime im outside

When at the sight of white sticky fluid, I feel the urge to smell it and lick on it.

I m/18 admit having issues with public displays of affection

I’m fit and ready for anything. I work out so I can carry you with ease, in the shower, in the woods wherever you can imagine.

Hey, do you want to spoil yourself and let go and just enjoy it? Then just get in touch, maybe we'll see you soon

Hey there am new in London fellong so lonely need some one to have fun and beautiful memories

Whenever I go to someone else's toilet, I taste a bit of the toilet paper.

Life is just a hologram and I don't know what to do with my money and a crystalized and a point of you to the shadow and the best of the world 🌍 and I 🙏 I 💖 to the shadow and I was on the verge for me but I'm not sure 😃 I I don't know where the

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead– murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time – something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man. And when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling-out. Things escalated. Fring was able to arrange – uh, I guess... I guess you call it a "hit" – on Hank, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured. And I wound up paying his medical bills, which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge. Working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring. The bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA. To keep me in line, he took my children. For three months, he kept them. My wife had no idea of my criminal activities, and was horrified to learn what I had done. I was in hell. I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, and in response, he gave me this. [Walt points to the bruise on his face left by Hank in "Blood Money."] I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. All I could think to do was to make this video and hope that the world will finally see this man for what he really is.

I f28 confess, I would like to have a romantic evening with a fireplace and a plush carpet. A glass of wine, soft music...

I know it's rare for a woman, but I love to go fishing. I can sit by the river or on the boat for hours waiting for a bite. I'm also no stranger to fly fishing. A delicious beer and the day is perfect. There must be a man who takes a woman fishing too. I myself am 36 and looking for a man up to about 50 years. I don't really care about looks. If you've eaten the bait, just take a bite.