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[pixellads]

Pause

Alright fam, quick heads-up. This account is on pause for now.

Not burned out — just honest. Keeping up with this page hasn’t been good for me lately, and I’m done pretending otherwise.

I’m choosing real life for a bit. Real people. Real moments. Real joy. No algorithm, no pressure, no noise.

Just so you know: there’s a real chance this account gets fully deleted after Easter. So if there’s anything here you wanna keep, reblog it, save it, send it to yourself — do your thing.

No drama. No big goodbye speech. Just stepping away to live instead of posting about it.

See you on the other side. Or not. Either way — all good. 💪

[pixellads]

Yeah, you can be a man and walk through a doorway without turning sideways. But tell me—what kind of man does that make you?

[pixellads]

Believe me, muscles are just part of it. A real gym bro needs chest hair, a brutal haircut, and zero brain activity. Solid session, bro!

[pixellads]

A little pain, a lot of attitude. 😏 Been watching from the sidelines—now I actually look like I belong at the fetish parties. Consider this my official entry badge.

[pixellads]

When the doc prescribes iron therapy, he’s talking supplements. When the bro prescribes it, he’s telling you to hit the heavy metal and get those gains.

[pixellads]

I don’t need to be liked. I need to be built. The rest falls in line.

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I spent years being the nice, quiet kid, trying to fit into rooms I was never meant for. Then I realized: muscles don’t need permission, and confidence doesn’t ask for approval. I built this body while you were busy having opinions.

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I used to ask for space. Now I take it. Built a body that walks in first and an attitude that doesn’t wait for permission. You can keep your opinions—I’m busy being undeniable.

[pixellads]

Solid sesh, bro! Did you peep the new chain? Or were you too busy checking out the fresh cut?

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Beard, chest hair, leather—check, check, check. Ready to own every room (and every fetish party).

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Back in the day, being wrecked meant hitting school after an all-night gaming sesh fueled by Monsters. Now, being wrecked means total muscle failure—and still itching to hit the iron again.

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I used to care what people thought. Then I got strong enough to stop caring. Funny how the louder the plates got, the quieter the opinions became.

[pixellads]

Trust me, muscles are one thing. But to be a real gym bro, you also need chest hair, a savage haircut, and total brain-off mode.

[pixellads]

You don’t need a chain when you’re already locked into the grind. And trust me, muscles ain’t enough. You need chest hair, a nasty cut, and full-on stupidity to be a real gym bro.

[pixellads]

From pub lad to brick shithouse in, what, five minutes?

[pixellads]

Sure, you can be a man without veins like garden hoses running over rock-solid muscles. But like… what kind of man is that even supposed to be?

[pixellads]

Trust me, muscles ain’t enough. You need chest hair, a nasty cut, and full-on stupidity to be a real gym bro and to fit in.