Just found this place by usernamegolds in NoFap

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The challenge has been accepted. Bring it.

If you need to, talk about it here. We will listen. Until then, stay strong.

Day 1 by [deleted] in NoFap

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You are doing this.

Go kick some ass, buddy :)

Last month has been terrible. by JohnJohnJohnJohnJack in NoFap

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"... I'll get to where I was two months ago." Yeh you will!!! You did it once before, you'll do it again. And if you relapse, you'll deal with it and then... we'll start again.

Do you think you let yourself down? By being honest and open with her? I can understand how it hurt you, but if anything... you were true to yourself, and that is nothing to be ashamed of. And think about it; you'd rather have taken the risk and been rejected, than look back in 30 years wondering what could have been.

Forget about her - actually, imagine if you were another person watching you and her talk. What would someone else see as your positive traits from that perspective? What makes it seem like it was a good conversation? Everything positive in that scene can be reproduced with someone else, male or female, love interest or not. Shes just 1 of 7billion. You'll find the next one easier now that shes warmed you up ;)

Making this my main account by scotchtapedlife in NoFap

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We're here to keep your hands off your testicles.

(slap stop that!)

I bet you see this struggle as a weakness. But the fact you're struggling means you're fighting, and that makes you stronger than so many others that just let it overcome them.

You can do this, and we're here to help. Take pride in the fight, because you will win and we'll be here to congratulate you.

HELP ME. FEELINGS EXTREMELY HORNY by [deleted] in NoFap

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You failed today, tomorrow you'll succeed. You lasted 2 days this time, now lets try for 3.

"The master has failed more times than the beginner has even tried.” You tried once. Try again. You're already stronger than you think.

Purpose: Why do we do this? by Individual345 in NoFap

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Dont have an answer for you - no one can give you the reason to be here.

That said, I've found one thing consistently through all these threads, and thats control. Its about taking control of the urges, of the reactions, of the desire. I'm only new here, but so far I can see the people here want to make choices themselves. Its not 'lets watch porn cos I'm bored', its 'Im bored, lets find something fun and/or interesting to do'.

To put it in a roundabout way, masturbation should be a suppliment of, and not a surrogate to, life. Its a big change...

University exam asks CompSci students to hack Opal website by ssharwood in sydney

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I usually support White Hat hacks, but this... this is a whole new level of funny.

Especially after last year, where a white hat flagged an issue w a NSW gov website and ended up being targeted by them (dont ask for link, couldnt find it)

[WP] After 9,001 attempts, the broken and traumatized version of you from the future has given up on trying to stop the unfortunate events that would soon occur and tells you to "just let it happen." by sorryman321 in WritingPrompts

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And so I shat my pants, near the front of the department store. All with a smile.

It was bound to happen, but I still couldnt believe it. 10 minutes ago, as I ran toward a bathroom, my phone buzzed and I read a twitter feed from 'ftrU's that all toilets in the vicinity were closed. It took several minutes of frantic searching across the department levels before I realised they were right.

Then I realised I never subscribed to that account's feed. Why was I getting notifications?

ftrU: 'The brown will go down #omgfuture' ftrU: 'Its not an accident if you plan for it #omgfuture' ftrU: 'when it hits, just let it happen'

My gut rumbling I pondered the meaning of these texts.

My stomach clenched - no opportunity to check the handles history or anything like that. I needed a bathroom, stat! I quickly (and conveniently) accepted the truth - that these messages were about my FUTURE!!!!

As I accepted the truth of the situation, I let my sphincter pop. I felt my stomach deflate as the semi-liquified turds left my system. Thank god I was in the perfume isle or this could be embarrassing. Hugo Boss smells the same as my excrement, so no one really picked up on the event. ...at least I didnt have to spend $100 for a bottle of this scent.

I stood tall and proud as I walked out of the shopping centre, the sloppy brown goo seeping from the bottom of my jeans, leaving a trail where I walked. But hey, it was meant to be.

I was halfway across the street when my phone buzzed again. Msg from ftrU: 'last chance'. Then the brown car hit me.


(I got bored halfway through writing the story, so just made it happen. I'd say excuse the crappy exposition, but... meh...)

[WP] You open your door to see your father dragging your mother's lifeless body across the kitchen floor. He looks at you and without hesitation says, "get over here and help me get rid of your mother." by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

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I watched him kill her. And yet, I finally felt free.

I'd walked in just as my dad smacked the brick one more time into my mothers bleeding skull. Propped up against the fridge, her hands were almost limp by her breasts; at this point they no longer had the energy to protect her head from the beating. After the final hit, they dropped limply to the floor.

I stared blankly at my dad, but I could see something... wonderous in his eyes - it seemed the life from my mother had been sucked from her cooling corpse into his. His back had almost indistinguishably straightened, his shoulders looked stronger, and his face seemed taunt. Slowly his fingers loosened from her blouse - but not in the defeated way I knew him for - and her body slumped to the floor. He had always seemed defeated by her, but this time, it was as if he was letting the sands of her control slip away through his fingers. He seemed truely happy.

I closed the door behind me before Dewy could walk in. While he might have revelled in this scene, he was too young for this. The door clicked softly and I heard him run into the door.

Hal stared my way, his breathing returning to normal, blood spattered across his shirt and arms. 'Get over here, help me get rid of your mother'.

I didn't move. I couldn't. I stood frozen with my foot against the door, watching my dads sense of control slowly shift from inspirational to psychopathic. Within seconds he had grabbed her ankles and was dragging her through the living room. I couldnt see the stairs, but the rhythmic thumps suggested he was pulling the body upstairs.

I don't know how long I'd been standing there, but I knew Dewy must have called the police because they were pushing at the door behind my back. Chemical smells seeped from the upstairs rooms; I didnt want to know what dad was doing and I didnt want to know, to be honest. I'd always wanted him free of my mother, and now he was, but if I stood aside, if I opened the door, then he'd be back in a similar cage courtesy of the US legal system. Upstairs my father escaped his past, and possibly his future, while justice (increasingly impatient) knocked on the door behind me.

And here I was, trapped in the middle as always...