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Pretty brutal when this happens

Pretty Brutal: Rex can be pretty brutal...
Pretty Brutal: Rex can be pretty brutal...

Rex can be pretty brutal...

Pretty Brutal: You guys are pretty brutal
Pretty Brutal: You guys are pretty brutal

You guys are pretty brutal

Pretty Brutal: Chemical weapons are pretty brutal
Pretty Brutal: Chemical weapons are pretty brutal

Chemical weapons are pretty brutal

Pretty Brutal: Naruto part 1 was pretty brutal.
Pretty Brutal: Naruto part 1 was pretty brutal.

Naruto part 1 was pretty brutal.

Pretty Brutal: To be fair, shotguns are pretty brutal.
Pretty Brutal: To be fair, shotguns are pretty brutal.

To be fair, shotguns are pretty brutal.

Pretty Brutal: LordFarqiplier58 2.6h No, I, and most others refuse. You may seem on the surface as if you're just being edgy, but there is no life in those eyes. I can only hope you are joking, and if not, that you get better. Dont delete this post. Know who you have to talk to in a time of need. This whole comment section is full of people who have been down that road, and I'm sure are willing to talk to you if need be. Get well, my friend, because depression isnt a joke, it is an illness that shouldn't be overlooked. r/RoastMe u/MufasaQuePasa5 8 http://redd.i... 8h i Reply 11.0k 17 years old russian with crippling depression. Give me a reason to end it all. 156 more replies CooldOwn 4 42.5h You look like the guy I know that went to get help and got better. edit: Wow this blew up! I was just trying to bring in some positive thoughts. Thanks everyone, have an awesome day! 8.9k Reply Buddy, you stumbled into a pit of some of the most vicious vipers on the internet, and we're all rooting for you. Virtual hug, my brother. Reply 2.9k 6 more replies Uktarget 7h I'm with the others, I am normally pretty brutal but I've been there and the last thing you need is people ripping into you get help see a doctor get someone like a mental health worker to talk to. Reply 2.5k 23 more replies Satailleure 3. 7h Get out of depression, do something meaningful, grow an ego then come back here acting like you're the shit, and I'll fuck your mind up. Until then, get better my friend. Depression is a motherfucker. Refusing to roast a person at r/RoastMe. (RE)
Pretty Brutal: LordFarqiplier58 2.6h
 No, I, and most others refuse. You may seem on
 the surface as if you're just being edgy, but there
 is no life in those eyes. I can only hope you are
 joking, and if not, that you get better. Dont delete
 this post. Know who you have to talk to in a time
 of need. This whole comment section is full of
 people who have been down that road, and I'm
 sure are willing to talk to you if need be. Get well,
 my friend, because depression isnt a joke, it is an
 illness that shouldn't be overlooked.
 r/RoastMe
 u/MufasaQuePasa5
 8 http://redd.i... 8h i
 Reply
 11.0k
 17 years old russian with crippling
 depression. Give me a reason to end it
 all.
 156 more replies
 CooldOwn 4 42.5h
 You look like the guy I know that went to get help
 and got better.
 edit: Wow this blew up! I was just trying to bring in
 some positive thoughts. Thanks everyone, have an
 awesome day!
 8.9k
 Reply
 Buddy, you stumbled into a pit of some of the most
 vicious vipers on the internet, and we're all rooting
 for
 you. Virtual hug, my brother.
 Reply
 2.9k
 6 more replies
 Uktarget 7h
 I'm with the others, I am normally pretty brutal
 but I've been there and the last thing you need is
 people ripping into you get help see a doctor get
 someone like a mental health worker to talk to.
 Reply
 2.5k
 23 more replies
 Satailleure 3. 7h
 Get out of depression, do something meaningful,
 grow an ego then come back here acting like
 you're the shit, and I'll fuck your mind up. Until
 then, get better my friend. Depression is a
 motherfucker.
Refusing to roast a person at r/RoastMe. (RE)

Refusing to roast a person at r/RoastMe. (RE)

Pretty Brutal: textuailyarousea: I started going to the dojo when I was in sixth grade. It was a very masculine environment; there weren't a lot of other girls there but the male senseis who ran the place were great guys and they genuinely loved having female students because we were such a rarity. Now back in sixth grade I was tinier even than what I am now and now I'm only 5'2. Then I was probably even under 5'0. I mean I was a squirt of a kid. But I loved to fight; I loved to be in the ring, I loved the adrenaline rush and I loved having punches hurled at me. It was fun for me. Our dojo did full-contact sparring, which was pretty brutal. These were the only rules: you must wear a mouth guard and gloves no hits below the belt That's pretty much it. Anyway every Thursday was Fight Night, where all we did was spar each other. And on my First Night Sensei Diven-who has since passed, bless his soul-paired me up with this really cocky and assholish brown belt to show me the ropes a little. This brown belt kid was bigger than me by a lot; he must have been at least six feet and twice my weight. But man was I excited to get into the ring! I had a fight boiling in my blood. Now, Sensei Diven was not a stupid man and he hated high- ranking kids that showed a bad attitude. This kid had a bad attitude. So he must have seen the evil gleam in my eye from a mile away and decided it was time for a little improvisation. Anyway, Sensei yelled, "Start!" and I leapt into fight stance and the other kid didn't even put his hands up. He was laughing at me sneering, the whole nine yards. "I'll give you a free one." he joked, and he slapped his side. "You barely weigh 100 pounds and you're a girl. So go ahead, little girl. Hit me." And I hit him. I cocked my leg up as high as it would go and roundhouse kicked him right in the ribs with all of my might and all of the contempt I felt for his stupid cocky face which was covered in ugly-ass freckles and his nasty- ass braces. And I heard a crack. Like a real snap! sound. And the kid has a look of surprise on his face like it was nobody's business, and then he goes right to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Now, Sensei Diven leisurely strolls over from the group of black belts who are laughing their asses off at me, the tiny little white belt, sending my Goliath to the floor. I mean they're laughing so hard they look like they're about to pee themselves. They think it's a game. And in his great booming voice he hollers: "Brown Belt! Why are you on the floor? Do you not see this white belt has been assigned to fight you?" And meanwhile he is just crying. broke one of his ribs. And Sensei Diven just squats down next to this poor kid and whispers, "Don't you know that women are made of pain?" I AM SCREAMING. 25,284 notes hehehe
Pretty Brutal: textuailyarousea:
 I started going to the dojo when I
 was in sixth grade. It was a very
 masculine environment; there
 weren't a lot of other girls there
 but the male senseis who ran the
 place were great guys and they
 genuinely loved having female
 students because we were such a
 rarity.
 Now back in sixth grade I was
 tinier even than what I am now
 and now I'm only 5'2. Then I was
 probably even under 5'0. I mean I
 was a squirt of a kid. But I loved to
 fight; I loved to be in the ring, I
 loved the adrenaline rush and I
 loved having punches hurled at
 me. It was fun for me. Our dojo
 did full-contact sparring, which
 was pretty brutal. These were the
 only rules:
 you must wear a mouth guard
 and gloves
 no hits below the belt
 That's pretty much it.
 Anyway every Thursday was Fight
 Night, where all we did was spar
 each other. And on my First Night
 Sensei Diven-who has since
 passed, bless his soul-paired me
 up with this really cocky and
 assholish brown belt to show me
 the ropes a little. This brown belt
 kid was bigger than me by a lot;
 he must have been at least six feet
 and twice my weight. But man
 was I excited to get into the ring! I
 had a fight boiling in my blood.
 Now, Sensei Diven was not a
 stupid man and he hated high-
 ranking kids that showed a bad
 attitude. This kid had a bad
 attitude. So he must have seen
 the evil gleam in my eye from a
 mile away and decided it was time
 for a little improvisation.
 Anyway, Sensei yelled, "Start!"
 and I leapt into fight stance and
 the other kid didn't even put his
 hands up. He was laughing at me
 sneering, the whole nine yards.
 "I'll give you a free one." he joked,
 and he slapped his side. "You
 barely weigh 100 pounds and
 you're a girl. So go ahead, little
 girl. Hit me."
 And I hit him. I cocked my leg up
 as high as it would go and
 roundhouse kicked him right in the
 ribs with all of my might and all of
 the contempt I felt for his stupid
 cocky face which was covered in
 ugly-ass freckles and his nasty-
 ass braces. And I heard a crack.
 Like a real snap! sound. And the
 kid has a look of surprise on his
 face like it was nobody's business,
 and then he goes right to the floor
 like a sack of potatoes.
 Now, Sensei Diven leisurely strolls
 over from the group of black belts
 who are laughing their asses off at
 me, the tiny little white belt,
 sending my Goliath to the floor. I
 mean they're laughing so hard
 they look like they're about to pee
 themselves. They think it's a
 game. And in his great booming
 voice he hollers:
 "Brown Belt! Why are you on the
 floor? Do you not see this white
 belt has been assigned to fight
 you?"
 And meanwhile he is just crying.
 broke one of his ribs.
 And Sensei Diven just squats
 down next to this poor kid and
 whispers, "Don't you know that
 women are made of pain?"
 I AM SCREAMING.
 25,284 notes
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Pretty Brutal: started going to the dojo when I was in sixth grade. It was a very masculine environment; there weren't a lot of other girls there but the male senseis who ran the place were great guys and they genuinely loved having female students because we were such a rari Now back in sixth grade I was tinier even than what I am now, and now l'm only 5'2. Then I was probably even under 5'0. I mean I was a squirt of a kid. But I loved to fight; I loved to be in the ring,I loved the adrenaline rush andI loved having punches hurled at me. It was fun for me. Our dojo did full-contact sparring, which was pretty brutal. These were the only rules . you must wear a mouth guard and gloves no hits below the belt That's pretty much it. Anyway every Thursday was Fight Night, where all we did was spar each other. And on my First Night Sensei Diven-who has since passed, bless his soul-paired me up with this really cocky and assholish brown belt to show me the ropes a little. This brown belt kid was bigger than me by a lot; he must have been at least six feet and twice my weight. But man was I excited to get into the ring! I had a fight boiling in my blood Now, Sensei Diven was not a stupid man and he hated high- ranking kids that showed a bad attitude. This kid had a bad attitude. So he must have seen the evil gleam in my eye from a mile away and decided it was time for a little improvisation Anyway, Sensei yelled, "Start!" and I leapt into fight stance and the other kid didn't even put his hands up. He was laughing at me sneering, the whole nine yards. "I'll give you a free one." he joked and he slapped his side. "You barely weigh 100 pounds and you're a girl. So go ahead, little girl. Hit me." And I hit him. I cocked my leg up as high as it would go and roundhouse kicked him right in the ribs with all of my might and all of the contempt I felt for his stupid cocky face which was covered in ugly-ass freckles and his nasty- ass braces. And I heard a crack. Like a real snap! sound. And the kid has a look of surprise on his face like it was nobody's business, and then he goes right to the floor like a sack of potatoes Now, Sensei Diven leisurely strolls over from the group of black belts who are laughing their asses off at me, the tiny little white belt, sending my Goliath to the floor. I mean they're laughing so hard they look like they're about to pee themselves. They think it's a game. And in his great booming voice he hollers: Brown Belt! Why are you on the floor? Do you not see this white belt has been assigned to fight you?" And meanwhile he is just crying. I broke one of his ribs. And Sensei Diven just squats down next to this poor kid and whispers, "Don't you know that women are made of pain?" I AM SCREAMING 25,284 notes
Pretty Brutal: started going to the dojo when I
 was in sixth grade. It was a very
 masculine environment; there
 weren't a lot of other girls there
 but the male senseis who ran the
 place were great guys and they
 genuinely loved having female
 students because we were such a
 rari
 Now back in sixth grade I was
 tinier even than what I am now,
 and now l'm only 5'2. Then I was
 probably even under 5'0. I mean I
 was a squirt of a kid. But I loved to
 fight; I loved to be in the ring,I
 loved the adrenaline rush andI
 loved having punches hurled at
 me. It was fun for me. Our dojo
 did full-contact sparring, which
 was pretty brutal. These were the
 only rules
 . you must wear a mouth guard
 and gloves
 no hits below the belt
 That's pretty much it.
 Anyway every Thursday was Fight
 Night, where all we did was spar
 each other. And on my First Night
 Sensei Diven-who has since
 passed, bless his soul-paired me
 up with this really cocky and
 assholish brown belt to show me
 the ropes a little. This brown belt
 kid was bigger than me by a lot;
 he must have been at least six feet
 and twice my weight. But man
 was I excited to get into the ring! I
 had a fight boiling in my blood
 Now, Sensei Diven was not a
 stupid man and he hated high-
 ranking kids that showed a bad
 attitude. This kid had a bad
 attitude. So he must have seen
 the evil gleam in my eye from a
 mile away and decided it was time
 for a little improvisation
 Anyway, Sensei yelled, "Start!"
 and I leapt into fight stance and
 the other kid didn't even put his
 hands up. He was laughing at me
 sneering, the whole nine yards.
 "I'll give you a free one." he joked
 and he slapped his side. "You
 barely weigh 100 pounds and
 you're a girl. So go ahead, little
 girl. Hit me."
 And I hit him. I cocked my leg up
 as high as it would go and
 roundhouse kicked him right in the
 ribs with all of my might and all of
 the contempt I felt for his stupid
 cocky face which was covered in
 ugly-ass freckles and his nasty-
 ass braces. And I heard a crack.
 Like a real snap! sound. And the
 kid has a look of surprise on his
 face like it was nobody's business,
 and then he goes right to the floor
 like a sack of potatoes
 Now, Sensei Diven leisurely strolls
 over from the group of black belts
 who are laughing their asses off at
 me, the tiny little white belt,
 sending my Goliath to the floor. I
 mean they're laughing so hard
 they look like they're about to pee
 themselves. They think it's a
 game. And in his great booming
 voice he hollers:
 Brown Belt! Why are you on the
 floor? Do you not see this white
 belt has been assigned to fight
 you?"
 And meanwhile he is just crying. I
 broke one of his ribs.
 And Sensei Diven just squats
 down next to this poor kid and
 whispers, "Don't you know that
 women are made of pain?"
 I AM SCREAMING
 25,284 notes
Pretty Brutal: started going to the dojo when I was in sixth grade. It was a very masculine environment; there weren't a lot of other girls there but the male senseis who ran the place were great guys and they genuinely loved having female students because we were such a rari Now back in sixth grade I was tinier even than what I am now, and now l'm only 5'2. Then I was probably even under 5'0. I mean I was a squirt of a kid. But I loved to fight; I loved to be in the ring,I loved the adrenaline rush andI loved having punches hurled at me. It was fun for me. Our dojo did full-contact sparring, which was pretty brutal. These were the only rules . you must wear a mouth guard and gloves no hits below the belt That's pretty much it. Anyway every Thursday was Fight Night, where all we did was spar each other. And on my First Night Sensei Diven-who has since passed, bless his soul-paired me up with this really cocky and assholish brown belt to show me the ropes a little. This brown belt kid was bigger than me by a lot; he must have been at least six feet and twice my weight. But man was I excited to get into the ring! I had a fight boiling in my blood Now, Sensei Diven was not a stupid man and he hated high- ranking kids that showed a bad attitude. This kid had a bad attitude. So he must have seen the evil gleam in my eye from a mile away and decided it was time for a little improvisation Anyway, Sensei yelled, "Start!" and I leapt into fight stance and the other kid didn't even put his hands up. He was laughing at me sneering, the whole nine yards. "I'll give you a free one." he joked and he slapped his side. "You barely weigh 100 pounds and you're a girl. So go ahead, little girl. Hit me." And I hit him. I cocked my leg up as high as it would go and roundhouse kicked him right in the ribs with all of my might and all of the contempt I felt for his stupid cocky face which was covered in ugly-ass freckles and his nasty- ass braces. And I heard a crack. Like a real snap! sound. And the kid has a look of surprise on his face like it was nobody's business, and then he goes right to the floor like a sack of potatoes Now, Sensei Diven leisurely strolls over from the group of black belts who are laughing their asses off at me, the tiny little white belt, sending my Goliath to the floor. I mean they're laughing so hard they look like they're about to pee themselves. They think it's a game. And in his great booming voice he hollers: Brown Belt! Why are you on the floor? Do you not see this white belt has been assigned to fight you?" And meanwhile he is just crying. I broke one of his ribs. And Sensei Diven just squats down next to this poor kid and whispers, "Don't you know that women are made of pain?" I AM SCREAMING 25,284 notes
Pretty Brutal: started going to the dojo when I
 was in sixth grade. It was a very
 masculine environment; there
 weren't a lot of other girls there
 but the male senseis who ran the
 place were great guys and they
 genuinely loved having female
 students because we were such a
 rari
 Now back in sixth grade I was
 tinier even than what I am now,
 and now l'm only 5'2. Then I was
 probably even under 5'0. I mean I
 was a squirt of a kid. But I loved to
 fight; I loved to be in the ring,I
 loved the adrenaline rush andI
 loved having punches hurled at
 me. It was fun for me. Our dojo
 did full-contact sparring, which
 was pretty brutal. These were the
 only rules
 . you must wear a mouth guard
 and gloves
 no hits below the belt
 That's pretty much it.
 Anyway every Thursday was Fight
 Night, where all we did was spar
 each other. And on my First Night
 Sensei Diven-who has since
 passed, bless his soul-paired me
 up with this really cocky and
 assholish brown belt to show me
 the ropes a little. This brown belt
 kid was bigger than me by a lot;
 he must have been at least six feet
 and twice my weight. But man
 was I excited to get into the ring! I
 had a fight boiling in my blood
 Now, Sensei Diven was not a
 stupid man and he hated high-
 ranking kids that showed a bad
 attitude. This kid had a bad
 attitude. So he must have seen
 the evil gleam in my eye from a
 mile away and decided it was time
 for a little improvisation
 Anyway, Sensei yelled, "Start!"
 and I leapt into fight stance and
 the other kid didn't even put his
 hands up. He was laughing at me
 sneering, the whole nine yards.
 "I'll give you a free one." he joked
 and he slapped his side. "You
 barely weigh 100 pounds and
 you're a girl. So go ahead, little
 girl. Hit me."
 And I hit him. I cocked my leg up
 as high as it would go and
 roundhouse kicked him right in the
 ribs with all of my might and all of
 the contempt I felt for his stupid
 cocky face which was covered in
 ugly-ass freckles and his nasty-
 ass braces. And I heard a crack.
 Like a real snap! sound. And the
 kid has a look of surprise on his
 face like it was nobody's business,
 and then he goes right to the floor
 like a sack of potatoes
 Now, Sensei Diven leisurely strolls
 over from the group of black belts
 who are laughing their asses off at
 me, the tiny little white belt,
 sending my Goliath to the floor. I
 mean they're laughing so hard
 they look like they're about to pee
 themselves. They think it's a
 game. And in his great booming
 voice he hollers:
 Brown Belt! Why are you on the
 floor? Do you not see this white
 belt has been assigned to fight
 you?"
 And meanwhile he is just crying. I
 broke one of his ribs.
 And Sensei Diven just squats
 down next to this poor kid and
 whispers, "Don't you know that
 women are made of pain?"
 I AM SCREAMING
 25,284 notes
Pretty Brutal: started going to the dojo when I was in sixth grade. It was a very masculine environment; there weren't a lot of other girls there but the male senseis who ran the place were great guys and they genuinely loved having female students because we were such a rari Now back in sixth grade I was tinier even than what I am now, and now l'm only 5'2. Then I was probably even under 5'0. I mean I was a squirt of a kid. But I loved to fight; I loved to be in the ring,I loved the adrenaline rush andI loved having punches hurled at me. It was fun for me. Our dojo did full-contact sparring, which was pretty brutal. These were the only rules . you must wear a mouth guard and gloves no hits below the belt That's pretty much it. Anyway every Thursday was Fight Night, where all we did was spar each other. And on my First Night Sensei Diven-who has since passed, bless his soul-paired me up with this really cocky and assholish brown belt to show me the ropes a little. This brown belt kid was bigger than me by a lot; he must have been at least six feet and twice my weight. But man was I excited to get into the ring! I had a fight boiling in my blood Now, Sensei Diven was not a stupid man and he hated high- ranking kids that showed a bad attitude. This kid had a bad attitude. So he must have seen the evil gleam in my eye from a mile away and decided it was time for a little improvisation Anyway, Sensei yelled, "Start!" and I leapt into fight stance and the other kid didn't even put his hands up. He was laughing at me sneering, the whole nine yards. "I'll give you a free one." he joked and he slapped his side. "You barely weigh 100 pounds and you're a girl. So go ahead, little girl. Hit me." And I hit him. I cocked my leg up as high as it would go and roundhouse kicked him right in the ribs with all of my might and all of the contempt I felt for his stupid cocky face which was covered in ugly-ass freckles and his nasty- ass braces. And I heard a crack. Like a real snap! sound. And the kid has a look of surprise on his face like it was nobody's business, and then he goes right to the floor like a sack of potatoes Now, Sensei Diven leisurely strolls over from the group of black belts who are laughing their asses off at me, the tiny little white belt, sending my Goliath to the floor. I mean they're laughing so hard they look like they're about to pee themselves. They think it's a game. And in his great booming voice he hollers: Brown Belt! Why are you on the floor? Do you not see this white belt has been assigned to fight you?" And meanwhile he is just crying. I broke one of his ribs. And Sensei Diven just squats down next to this poor kid and whispers, "Don't you know that women are made of pain?" I AM SCREAMING 25,284 notes
Pretty Brutal: started going to the dojo when I
 was in sixth grade. It was a very
 masculine environment; there
 weren't a lot of other girls there
 but the male senseis who ran the
 place were great guys and they
 genuinely loved having female
 students because we were such a
 rari
 Now back in sixth grade I was
 tinier even than what I am now,
 and now l'm only 5'2. Then I was
 probably even under 5'0. I mean I
 was a squirt of a kid. But I loved to
 fight; I loved to be in the ring,I
 loved the adrenaline rush andI
 loved having punches hurled at
 me. It was fun for me. Our dojo
 did full-contact sparring, which
 was pretty brutal. These were the
 only rules
 . you must wear a mouth guard
 and gloves
 no hits below the belt
 That's pretty much it.
 Anyway every Thursday was Fight
 Night, where all we did was spar
 each other. And on my First Night
 Sensei Diven-who has since
 passed, bless his soul-paired me
 up with this really cocky and
 assholish brown belt to show me
 the ropes a little. This brown belt
 kid was bigger than me by a lot;
 he must have been at least six feet
 and twice my weight. But man
 was I excited to get into the ring! I
 had a fight boiling in my blood
 Now, Sensei Diven was not a
 stupid man and he hated high-
 ranking kids that showed a bad
 attitude. This kid had a bad
 attitude. So he must have seen
 the evil gleam in my eye from a
 mile away and decided it was time
 for a little improvisation
 Anyway, Sensei yelled, "Start!"
 and I leapt into fight stance and
 the other kid didn't even put his
 hands up. He was laughing at me
 sneering, the whole nine yards.
 "I'll give you a free one." he joked
 and he slapped his side. "You
 barely weigh 100 pounds and
 you're a girl. So go ahead, little
 girl. Hit me."
 And I hit him. I cocked my leg up
 as high as it would go and
 roundhouse kicked him right in the
 ribs with all of my might and all of
 the contempt I felt for his stupid
 cocky face which was covered in
 ugly-ass freckles and his nasty-
 ass braces. And I heard a crack.
 Like a real snap! sound. And the
 kid has a look of surprise on his
 face like it was nobody's business,
 and then he goes right to the floor
 like a sack of potatoes
 Now, Sensei Diven leisurely strolls
 over from the group of black belts
 who are laughing their asses off at
 me, the tiny little white belt,
 sending my Goliath to the floor. I
 mean they're laughing so hard
 they look like they're about to pee
 themselves. They think it's a
 game. And in his great booming
 voice he hollers:
 Brown Belt! Why are you on the
 floor? Do you not see this white
 belt has been assigned to fight
 you?"
 And meanwhile he is just crying. I
 broke one of his ribs.
 And Sensei Diven just squats
 down next to this poor kid and
 whispers, "Don't you know that
 women are made of pain?"
 I AM SCREAMING
 25,284 notes
Pretty Brutal: LordFarqiplier5 8 @2-6h No, I, and most others refuse. You may seem on the surface as if you're just being edgy, but there is no life in those eyes. I can only hope you are joking, and if not, that you get better. Dont delete this post. Know who you have to talk to in a time of need. This whole comment section is full of people who have been down that road, and I'm sure are willing to talk to you if need be. Get well, my friend, because depression isnt a joke, it is an illness that shouldn't be overlooked r/RoastMe u/MufasaQuePasa 358http://redd.i... 8h i Reply 17 years old russian with crippling depression. Give me a reason to end it all 11.0k 156 more replies CooldOwn34 2-5h You look like the guy I know that went to get help and got better. edit: Wow this blew up! I was just trying to bring in some positive thoughts. Thanks everyone, have an awesome day! Reply t 8.9k Buddy, you stumbled into a pit of some of the most vicious vipers on the internet, and we're all rooting for you. Virtual hug, my brother. 2.9k Reply 6 more replies Uktarget 7h I'm with the others, I am normally pretty brutal but I've been there and the last thing you need is people ripping into you get help see a doctor get someone like a mental health worker to talk to. Reply 2.5k 23 more replies Satailleure 7h Get out of depression, do something meaningful, grow an ego then come back here acting like you're the shit, and I'll fuck your mind up. Until then, get better my friend. Depression is a motherfucker. so fucking wholesome
Pretty Brutal: LordFarqiplier5 8 @2-6h
 No, I, and most others refuse. You may seem on
 the surface as if you're just being edgy, but there
 is no life in those eyes. I can only hope you are
 joking, and if not, that you get better. Dont delete
 this post. Know who you have to talk to in a time
 of need. This whole comment section is full of
 people who have been down that road, and I'm
 sure are willing to talk to you if need be. Get well,
 my friend, because depression isnt a joke, it is an
 illness that shouldn't be overlooked
 r/RoastMe
 u/MufasaQuePasa 358http://redd.i... 8h i
 Reply
 17 years old russian with crippling
 depression. Give me a reason to end it
 all
 11.0k
 156 more replies
 CooldOwn34 2-5h
 You look like the guy I know that went to get help
 and got better.
 edit: Wow this blew up! I was just trying to bring in
 some positive thoughts. Thanks everyone, have an
 awesome day!
 Reply
 t 8.9k
 Buddy, you stumbled into a pit of some of the most
 vicious vipers on the internet, and we're all rooting
 for you. Virtual hug, my brother.
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so fucking wholesome

Pretty Brutal: LordFarqiplier S582.6h No, I, and most others refuse. You may seem on the surface as if you're just being edgy, but there is no life in those eyes. I can only hope you are joking, and if not, that you get better. Dont delete this post. Know who you have to talk to in a time of need. This whole comment section is full of people who have been down that road, and I'm sure are willing to talk to you if need be. Get well my friend, because depression isnt a joke, it is an illness that shouldn't be overlooked r/RoastMe u/MufasaQuePasa ⑤ 5画8。. http://redd.i...-8h-i Reply ↑ 11.0k 17 years old russian with crippling depression. Give me a reason to end it all 156 more replies Cooldown 4 42 You look like the guy I know that went to get help and got better. edit: Wow this blew up! I was just trying to bring in some positive thoughts. Thanks everyone, have an awesome day! Reply 8.9k Buddy, you stumbled into a pit of some of the most vicious vipers on the internet, and we're all rooting for you. Virtual hug, my brother. Reply 2.9k 6 more replies Uktarget 7h I'm with the others, I am normally pretty brutal but I've been there and the last thing you need is people ripping into you get help see a doctor get someone like a mental health worker to talk to. Reply 2.5k 23 more replies Satailleure S 7h Get out of depression, do something meaningful grow an ego then come back here acting like you're the shit, and I'll fuck your mind up. Until then, get better my friend. Depression is a motherfucker. People of r/RoastMe refuse to roast man with crippling depression
Pretty Brutal: LordFarqiplier S582.6h
 No, I, and most others refuse. You may seem on
 the surface as if you're just being edgy, but there
 is no life in those eyes. I can only hope you are
 joking, and if not, that you get better. Dont delete
 this post. Know who you have to talk to in a time
 of need. This whole comment section is full of
 people who have been down that road, and I'm
 sure are willing to talk to you if need be. Get well
 my friend, because depression isnt a joke, it is an
 illness that shouldn't be overlooked
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People of r/RoastMe refuse to roast man with crippling depression

People of r/RoastMe refuse to roast man with crippling depression

Pretty Brutal: February snow was pretty brutal.
Pretty Brutal: February snow was pretty brutal.

February snow was pretty brutal.

Pretty Brutal: So l used to be a martial artist textuallyaroused: l started going to the dojo when I was in sixth grade. It was a very masculine environment, there weren't a lot of other girls there but the male senseis who ran the place were great guys and they genuinely loved having female students because we were such a rarity Now back in sixth grade I was tinier even than what I am now, and now I'm only 5'2. Then I was probably even under 50. I mean I was a squirt of a kid. But I loved to fight, I loved to be in the ring, I loved the adrenaline rush and I loved having punches hurled at me. It was fun for me. Our dojo did full- contact sparring, which was pretty brutal. These were the only rules you must wear a mouth guard and gloves no hits below the belt That's pretty much it. Anyway every Thursday was Fight Night, where all we did was spar each other. And on my First Night Sensei Diven-who has since passed, bless his sou-paired me up with this really cocky and assholish brown belt to show me the ropes a little. This brown belt kid was bigger than me by a lot, he must have been at least six feet and twice my weight. But man was I excited to get into the ring! I had a fight boiling in my blood Now, Sensei Diven was not a stupid man and he hated high-ranking kids that showed a bad attitude This kid had a bad attitude. So he must have seen the evil gleam in my eye from a mile away and decided it was time for a little improvisation. Anyway, Sensei yelled, Start!" and I leapt into fight stance and the other kid didn't even put his hands up. He was laughing at me, sneering, the whole nine yards. TlI give you a free one." he joked, and he slapped his side. You barely weigh 100 pounds and you're a girl. So go ahead, little girl. Hit me. And I hit him. I cocked my leg up as high as it would go and roundhouse kicked him right in the ribs with all of my might and all of the contemptI felt for his stupid cocky face which was covered in ugly ass freckles and his nasty-ass braces. And I heard a crack. Like a real snapl sound. And the kid has a look of surprise on his face like it was nobody's business, and then he goes right to the floor like a sack of potatoes Now, Sensei Diven leisurely strolls over from the group of black belts who are laughing their asses off at me, the tiny little white belt, sending my Goliath to the floor. I mean they're laughing so hard they look like they're about to pee themselves. They think it's a game. And in his great booming voice he hollers "Brown Belt! Why are you on the floor? Do you not see this white belt has been assigned to fight you? And meanwhile he is just crying. I broke one of his ribs And Sensei Diven just squats down next to this poor kid and whispers, "Don't you know that women are made of pain?" I AM SCREAMING 12 Legit Hilarious Stories From Tumblr That Will Make Your Day Better
Pretty Brutal: So l used to be a martial artist
 textuallyaroused:
 l started going to the dojo when I was in sixth grade. It was a very masculine environment, there
 weren't a lot of other girls there but the male senseis who ran the place were great guys and they
 genuinely loved having female students because we were such a rarity
 Now back in sixth grade I was tinier even than what I am now, and now I'm only 5'2. Then I was
 probably even under 50. I mean I was a squirt of a kid. But I loved to fight, I loved to be in the ring, I
 loved the adrenaline rush and I loved having punches hurled at me. It was fun for me. Our dojo did full-
 contact sparring, which was pretty brutal. These were the only rules
 you must wear a mouth guard and gloves
 no hits below the belt
 That's pretty much it.
 Anyway every Thursday was Fight Night, where all we did was spar each other. And on my First Night
 Sensei Diven-who has since passed, bless his sou-paired me up with this really cocky and
 assholish brown belt to show me the ropes a little. This brown belt kid was bigger than me by a lot, he
 must have been at least six feet and twice my weight. But man was I excited to get into the ring! I had a
 fight boiling in my blood
 Now, Sensei Diven was not a stupid man and he hated high-ranking kids that showed a bad attitude
 This kid had a bad attitude. So he must have seen the evil gleam in my eye from a mile away and
 decided it was time for a little improvisation.
 Anyway, Sensei yelled, Start!" and I leapt into fight stance and the other kid didn't even put his hands
 up. He was laughing at me, sneering, the whole nine yards. TlI give you a free one." he joked, and he
 slapped his side. You barely weigh 100 pounds and you're a girl. So go ahead, little girl. Hit me.
 And I hit him. I cocked my leg up as high as it would go and roundhouse kicked him right in the ribs
 with all of my might and all of the contemptI felt for his stupid cocky face which was covered in ugly
 ass freckles and his nasty-ass braces. And I heard a crack. Like a real snapl sound. And the kid has a
 look of surprise on his face like it was nobody's business, and then he goes right to the floor like a
 sack of potatoes
 Now, Sensei Diven leisurely strolls over from the group of black belts who are laughing their asses off
 at me, the tiny little white belt, sending my Goliath to the floor. I mean they're laughing so hard they look
 like they're about to pee themselves. They think it's a game. And in his great booming voice he hollers
 "Brown Belt! Why are you on the floor? Do you not see this white belt has been assigned to fight you?
 And meanwhile he is just crying. I broke one of his ribs
 And Sensei Diven just squats down next to this poor kid and whispers, "Don't you know that women
 are made of pain?"
 I AM SCREAMING
12 Legit Hilarious Stories From Tumblr That Will Make Your Day Better

12 Legit Hilarious Stories From Tumblr That Will Make Your Day Better