I recently stumbled across a blog from a woman solo traveler, and I am pretty sure it stopped being updated because her Indian tour guide raped/killed her in the Himalayas.
This is an excerpt from the third from last
> I decided to head up to bed about 7pm and Arjun followed me up. I thought this somewhat odd as he has consistently gone to bed later than I, even when I was staying with his family. He was once again sharing the room with me. I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste, and he also followed me to the sink. He then proceeded to stand right behind me while I brushed my teeth. Even though I moved out of the way so that anyone else would also be able to access the sink.
>When we got back to the room, I again asked him what was the secret. He said that it was something that could be used at night and I should guess. I’m really not good at guessing games and so I was like, brushing your teeth, washing your face, reading a book, uh I have no idea. Besides, none of these struck me as something that would be a secret. He was leaning forward on the edge of his bed with a great big grin, like the cat who’d eaten the canary, wiggled his eyebrows and said it was used between a man and a woman. A couple more eyebrow wiggles to top off this particular bombshell. Oh crap! He seriously looked like he was about ready to pounce. “Um. I don’t know”, “You don’t know?”, “No I don’t know”, “OK we’ll leave it then”. I said I was then going to sleep.
>If my rest of my belongings were not at his home, or I had some other way of collecting them without having to leave the trek, he would have been fired in that instant. But I did and didn’t, and so had to either scrub the trek altogether or continue play dumb. I mean, realistically, what were the chances I would be able to attempt this trek again. Obviously I chose to play dumb, despite the fact that his presence now made me incredibly uncomfortable and I really would rather he wasn’t there.
>This was probably one of the most uncomfortable sexual advances with which I have ever had to deal. The whole situation was bad. I was in a room locked from the inside. With a guy, who had been hired to be my guide, and as such he had taken on a role in which a great deal of trust had been placed. Who thought that it was appropriate to request sex from their client, after placing them in a situation where they would essentially feel trapped. All the while using intimidating body language as a further means to try and coerce the person into sex. As things went he let it go but it could have been very disastrous.
Excerpt from second to last entry
>Despite my uncomfortable evening, I woke feeling pretty good. Had, had to get up in the middle of the night again, to pee. But I had made to decision to leave my tent behind and pick it up on the way back down. There was no way, now, that I was going to be in that close of proximity to Arjun. It had become obvious he intended to share my tent, although he had never asked if there was even enough room for two people. Ooo, spidey sense tingling. Had he hoped that there wasn’t room for two and we would have to entwine ourselves in order to fit? To be honest, I hadn’t thought about sharing the tent until now, because I didn’t expect to share the tent. He though, did not have his own tent in which to sleep. That I know for certain.
Last entry:
> During our walk I told Arjun of my change of plans and leaving the tent behind at Namche. He pouted and huffed like a little boy. He also whinged that he was very disappointed and had really wanted to camp at base camp. Explained that I really wasn’t comfortable with the idea of being on a glacier and having to get up in the middle of the night to pee. Yes, I’m still trying to salvage this trip and grasping at whatever excuse I can. His reaction to the news reinforced my decision to scrap that plan and ditch the tent. Fricker!
Link: http://www.mytripjournal.com/travel-500198-stairs-tents-washing-market-products-arjun-hair-night
Any other blogs that stopped being updated because the authors possibly died?
I spent the few minutes i could have lost reading this bullshit focusing on her veiny milkers instead.
what's the name of the woman with big breasts?
Sushiibabie
She's a married lesbian according to her tumblr. sad.
>tags: imprisonment, lesbian_conversion, pregnancy
Doubt. She looks straight to me straight enough anyhow
Fricking moronic moron cuckold. Eat shit.
She lost to the dick.
oofy doofy lookin homosexual homie
left is an ftm
Wouldn't surprise me.
lol if you think that b***h doesnt get dicked down
Quick rundown
>lesbian
>her gf convinced her to get huge lip filler implants
>cried on social media because she hated her new look
>left her socials
>reappeared later with a boyfriend
lol
>Fricker!
oh he fricked alright
Something about the “old Internet” (if you can call a decade ago/about a decade and a half ago that) makes me feel wistful and nostalgic. There seemed to be more eccentricity, diversity (genuine diversity of thought, feeling, viewpoints, revealed life experiences, voice, and style), and weird gems you could find just googling around (people’s blogs, Neocities pages of people talking about music and film and philosophy and literature and the arts and their thoughts on life and stuff, etc.), without all the curation and sanitization of the modern Internet and everything being forced onto a few huge web platforms meant to blare ads at you in the meanwhile and sell you stuff. Look at these blog entries even, they actually have a passably intelligent style. It feels outright novelistic, or written like a decent short story.
Speaking of that, this might also be a creative writing exercise.
Yeah. The second and third world getting phones cause a downturn in IQ and so did the consolidation of the internet's various forums and blogs into Tumblr, Instagram, Facebook, SighSee, Discord etc.
How much diversity of thought was there, really? How much is simply you just growing older and having encountered every possible angle there was to something?
There was a lot more even on Usenet. Zoom Zoom detected
25 year old zoomer here
I remember being 11 and posting with 30 year old men on niche shitty war game forums all day long. Good times
>weird gems you could find just googling around (people’s blogs, Neocities pages of people talking about music and film and philosophy and literature and the arts and their thoughts on life and stuff, etc.)
man this is so true. it really takes me back. google actually used to work then. you could find weird little obscure blogs with really unique ideas, stories, and information. i had several blogs i'd frequent often, especially this one military history blog. now everything is consolidated into reddit and google is just a catalogue search for reddit. nothing interesting is ever on there because it's been sanitized and therefore homogenized by the troon mods over there.
there were also many interesting forums, and discussion groups on places like yahoo groups. the discussion forum imo is the superior format for internet discussion.
I can’t even understand how Redditors and Twitter users function. It seems so lonely, most of the posters on those sites tweet/Redditpost four or five times a day and they get zero replies.
I think about large breasts every day...
This b***h have any contact info of any kind? Hell, did she even have any family or friends? Any contingency plans if something like this happened? No wonder Arjuna went for her, with such easy prey.
The blog suggests nothing of the sort. She left all her extra belongings before starting the hike in Arjun’s house too.
Dumb b***h. I'm assuming she had no one to tell her traveling alone is a terrible idea too.
Still alive it seems: https://www.instagram.com/halfveganwilltravel/
If someone wants to try contacting her to ask if it's really her and what happened after.
I did once a long time ago
How many times will women have to learn this lesson? I have no sympathy for moronic university students who go to shithole countries and get killed or abused.
Arjun clapped some cheeks lol. Maybe she’s being held in some remote village and made to breed generations for them. Who knows, she could’ve been suffering for the last 15 years. Maybe she learned to love it. I’ll never understand this female urge to wander through shitfrick nowhere without proper defense at least.
I hate tattoos but damn
This is not literature related in the slightest.
It’s literature. Blogs are literature being written and posted chapter by chapter.
You can’t get books that end halfway because the author died
This prostitute is pretty. She is completely lost to harvesting dicks.
What the frick is this thread about? I got lost in this prostitute's breasts.
>last post 4 days ago
but nice fan fiction you got there Apu.
? Is that for the entire blog website? She hasn’t posted since 2009
UPDATE:
she had nightmares of pygmy negritos raping her a month before her death by poojeet
http://www.mytripjournal.com/travel-484380-pygmy-night-dream-woke-aid-condoms-csi-disturbing
Humana humana humana *dooooiiiiiiiiiing* AWOOOOOOGAAAAA! bibibibibibibi
BOOBA
No mention of this?
https://www.angelfire.com/trek/caver/
Always a kino read
>I mean, realistically, what were the chances I would be able to attempt this trek again.
Well I hope you enjoyed your trek you stupid b***h.
>SighSee - literature
On topic thoughever, blogs are SighSee
I just want to smack a cute girl's fat, veiny breasts with my dick, is that too much to ask for?
women love sex and because men put them on pedestal, women literally believe nothing bad will happen to them and nobody will ever judge them badly and that whatever women do, women will be seen as la quirky girl who do cute things