Write what's on your mind

fuck lefties the gallows will come. We will rule with a fair, but bloody hand. That resembles a spiked mallet more than any human appendage.

i wonder if you could write 300 pages of stream of conscioussnes horror/absurdist bullshittery with some constant revolving themes and characters and pass it off as real literature

Here I stand at the edge of oblivion, ready to dive in headfirst. Before me lies the abyss, from which all has come and all will go. To there I will go, and from which will hopefully never return. No longer shall I dwell among the company of the living, those who call themselves righteous or just. Least of all do I wish to keep company with those who claim to know God. I care not for God, but he certainly knows how I despise his followers, the zealous and the suicidal. So now I go where none of them dwell, beyond the heights of heaven and the depths of hell.

I vehemently oppose all those who seek to reduce mankind to simply another animal species, or worse, a mere plague that deserves to be exterminated.

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listen to music or something holy moly
animals are fine enough
humans are obviously more complex and vehicles for higher levels of awareness though
the plague thing comes to me when I see airplane images of cities
it makes humanity look like a grey geometric virus on the surface of earth
though that is not our inherent nature, it is a modality we are working through

a skull :P

Currently in my bedroom listening To Be Kind by Swans for the first time, specifically I'm on track 6, "She Loves Us". Gira is screaming "Your name is fuck! (Hallelujah! Hallelujah!)" and I'm enjoying it.

Also I need a job, I'm running low on cash.Thinking about selling everything I own to moving to NYC and find a job there. I mean I only live about an hour and a half away via train/car. Starting a noise rock band is something I'd like to do even though I've never played an instrument seriously, unless you count when I played the drums for about 2 years in middle school. I fucking hate the winter and really want to move out west, California would be nice but not having a college degree or a job doesnt really help me in anyway.

In the 26 years I've been alive I have never had a girlfriend, luckily i have had sex multiple times and I'm not a total autist otherwise I would've off myself a while ago.

I've been reading more often lately and as soon as I'm finished with the two books Im reading I'll start Moby Dick and hopefully power through that but not to hard as I know reading isn't a race. Anyway I have Don Quixote waiting for me at the end of Moby Dick which is a thick ass book. Speakeing of thick books I got about 200 pages in to Atlas Shrugged and dropped because I found Ayn Rand's writing to be repetitive, although I'll admit she can write a great sex scene. To this day, the funniest book I've read is Confederacy of Dunces.

godless scum belong in concentration camps

god fearing judens should suck my dinkle from the backle

I think I've started down a path whose end I can't begin to guess.

same nigga

I don't like slaughter house five but I can't stop reading it.

the political climate of the interwar period

>Can't really get hard enough to have sex with her, sometimes I can't even get it hard
How is this possible if you're under 40? Maybe you need to stop spanking the monkey so much.

probably porn dude. that shit ruins a lot of men.

I myself am slowing weening (lol) my self off of porn. and giving jacking off a break. I aint a virgin I just don't get laid often.

Just by going to youtube and looking for a song by Ryuichi Sakamoto, somehow it came to my knowledge that Louis CK has some kinda sex scandal thing

I thought I could avoid useless knowledge like this by using only the internet, and only searching for the specific thing I want to know about and nothing else

But I guess not, not youtube anyways
I worry that just using google or youtube will keep my brain filled with useless information about whatever

For that matter so will Veeky Forums
I don't want my mind to be polluted by useless information
Next week some guy is going to gun down a bunch of people in X state
I don't care, it won't affect me. If it does affect me then I'll be dead, and good. I want to read what I want to read, listen to what I want to listen to. Most things people read and listen to are anathema to the soul. I don't want any part of it. There is nothing worth "keeping up with". That is the idiot's past time. To keep up with things. The universe is eternal and archetypal. To know deeply is true new-ness. Not superficial nonsense about whatever. I don't care what war the U.S. gets embroiled in, what stupid policy is being put into law. Those things will dissolve soon enough. They aren't beautiful enough to be sustained for a long period. The foundations of the things people hold sacred were invented by scared heathens. Heathens in the broad sense, not any specific theology.

It is impressive, how much people put up with.
Only in proportion to an immense fear can people put up with a life so dry and void of passion. That fear is the ubiquity of loneliness anyone can sense once they step a mere foot beyond their front door. The world is not a community, it is a collection of strangers, all competing. You may win the lottery and gain the love of a compassionate stranger here and there, but the world outside your door is indifferent. Have you ever had to spend time outside without a house? You're not allowed to be anywhere. That is called "loitering" or "trespassing". The society is structured that all who don't play its stupid game become ostracized and ridiculed. It is that insecure about its own principles that it must ridicule all others who deny it vehemently, to such a degree as to exact force, omnipresent as police, to "remove undesirables".

We are living in hell, and very few are aware. Use your creativity a bit. What would make actual hell all the more hellish? If by some horrid conspiracy, you were always depressed and hated life, but you felt it was only your fault, that there was really something terribly wrong with just you, and not the world. That would be an even more hell than hell. And thus we have it. We think the world is alright, and we are somehow wrong for being incapable to adapt to its hellish programs.

Truly a hell inside a hell, russian doll devil

Going through my camera roll deleting pictures from last year and keep saying "yikes" after each one. Why am I so hard on myself /b/ros

upload all of your yikes and i will answer

post some pics faggot

pastebin.com/Gj0YwmjB
pastebin.com/X0ksY8kC

Second one was good.

Reminder that any woman with at least half a brain who is aware of the differences in gender knows that men commit the vast majority of violent crimes and thus subconsciously look down on men as being subhuman.

A love letter

When I write, I tend to use flowery language when I describe the world, but when it comes to you I just have to be more authentic, because that’s the way you are. I have to speak from my heart, because that’s where you live. You are what I call Home. I find myself able to communicate with you far better than anyone else I’ve ever met, and I just feel at peace when I’m with you. You’re awkward in the same way I am but it just makes you that much more adorable. It’s such an endearing quality. You know the world I come from, and I know yours, and in that way we have a place to ourselves, our own secret hideaway to carry within each other’s hearts no matter where we go, and it just makes me love you more. You’re someone who gets me, and I know that I get you. I love that you are the only person in earth I feel happy to be vulnerable with, and how the two of us revel in that mutual weakness together. I know you’ve had a rough time of things, that you’ve been chewed up and spit out, a survivor with unique perspective like me. I’m so glad we each understand that because it only makes things better, better because I can actually hold you tighty as you grip me back, knowing in our hearts that what we have is a miracle. We won, and we are still here. You are strong, and brave, and tough as nails, and it just makes you that much more attractive to me. You’re so thoughtful and conscious and you’ve got this tremendous inner world swirling around inside of you and I find myself drawn into it willingly. In that way, you’re the type of person I could never stop exploring. When I first met you, I was terribly injured, coming out of that long winter road I’d been forced to walk by myself. I was cynical, I was finished with everything in the worst way possible, but then somehow you fell into my life, picked me up and dusted me off. You showed me that another human being could believe that I was beautiful too, that there was something of value within me, and that I could learn believe that about myself as well. You showed me that life could be made warm and beautiful, and full of joy again.

You are an angel, an actual angel and I love you more than words can express, you funny and beautiful, fiery and adventurous little woman. I don’t care how stereotypical it is, you are my best friend.

these FUCKING RETARDS don't even know how to sage
yeah men tend to inhabit the extremes

>and you’ve got this tremendous inner ass world swirling around inside of you and I find myself drawn into it willingly
dude, what

inner ass implies an outer ass implies a double ass
sounds like a love letter to an amerimutt

You should send this to them, it's a very sweet way of feeling what you describe.

I just can't get over the fact of how important everyone seems to consider themselves in society. We're nothing. We're aimless, confused, illusioned creatures just fucking wandering around without any purpose (other than propagation and self preservation) not unlike really any other animal on this planet yet because we can derive meaning from our environment we seem to think of ourselves as meant for something greater. In reality we're no different from an ant or a fly, just as they live and die in an instant without any true impact in something greater we too just live and die, though it is our intelligence that tries to over rationalize this in an attempt to comfort us. With all of this I just can't help but feel how pointless all this is and feels, I feel like I'm in some type of fucked up game or story or something and everyone is trying to their best to stay immersed but I myself have just completely dissociated with it. There is nothing for us here and it makes me feel bad.

I feel like the workaround for this kind of thinking is to see yourself as a part of a larger whole, that there’s a slight possibility you play a minute role in advancing human civilization towards a state where through science and technology, peeling back the veil of our universe, that we can truly transcend the issues you speak of, that we can reach a point where we can alter our existence in such a way that it breaks all of th established rules, that philosophy becomes irrelevant and meaningless. Perhaps it is our awareness of this possibility and the potential of its existence through ya that separates us from the rest of the animals.

I'm having a mental breakdown over the possibility that empathy and compassion are just symptoms of ressentiment

solo tenía un sueño, y el muy maldito se está haciendo realidad, qué me queda?
incluso la muerte está perdiendo sentido.

Do you guys ever wonder what life will be like in the future? I personally do not believe in an afterlife, but i so desperately want to. I despise being bored, and the thouht of nothingness produces a black hole i can only satisfy with dark humor and shitty memes.
I jerk off so much that my endurance is almost unquenchable, and i can outlast my girlfriend almost twofold.
Life seems boring, yet i disrtact myself with the same meaningless games,books, people.
once you get what you want it becomes boring, and you have to find a new thing to work for and it's disgusting.
I'm more devoted to a hentai clicker flash game and a mobile app tycoon game then i am to my own future.
I have a C+ in one of the only classes i enjoy (inb4 emotional teen is dumb) and its mostly because i get abdominal migraines that keep me from leaving my bathroom.
Im stuck to playin Hunie Pop unironically for the puzzles and playing Civ V on the hardest difficulty while listening to creepy pastas in the background.
I aspire to be a writer but I can't commit myself to a story long enough to see it finished.

youtube.com/watch?v=bXmOCqe6om8

It's been almost a full year now since I last felt a real emotion. I was listening to some music, and it felt important. Like something mattered. Looking back, some of the best experiences I've had in my life so far were through visual novels. Those feelings of love, friendship - art can't come close. Not at all. If I could only enjoy VNs and music, I'd be happy.

But I can't. Something's wrong with my head, and the pills aren't working. I promise I'm still thinking straight - but perhaps that's the sad part. Always praised for being smart, and yet I'm totally helpless where it counts. I haven't written in my diary for months. I'm only 19. I'm still a kid. What if nothing works? Will it be over?

I'd like to be 19 again so I could avoid wasting these two years

catholicism.org/goretti.html

naturalthinker.net/trl/texts/Kierkegaard,Soren/TheSicknessUntoDeath.pdf

What year is it?

It's %CURRENT_YEAR%

bookmark 2:16

I've already screwed up some. I felt so awful at college that I went home at week 2, and I've already begun to accrue massive debt that can only be paid off if I finish my difficult degree. Maybe we're all just bound to screw up.
No prerequisite reading required? Are you sure?

I'm tired of being tired.

>The entire ancient world worships "gods" who demand (sometimes human) sacrifice
>Christianity spreads, calling the pagan gods devils and stamping out idolatry wherever it goes
>Centuries later, materialism has left many wondering whether any spiritual beings exist at all
>Just in time for the "aliens" to come and tell us that they seeded life and watched over our evolution on earth and essentially are our creators or "gods"

Listening to an audiobook, and the guy keeps sipping his tea every minute or so... so tired I can;t sleep.

>No prerequisite reading required? Are you sure?
Yes.

I'll give it a read then.

Good shit

I've made an attempt to understand it, but I feel I'm failing. How on earth am I meant to understand what the purpose of pages like pic related? Always with philosophy I come across such things, where my only option is to assume I grasp the concept by associating them with ideas I already know, and essentially just ignoring half of the content. Do other people just naturally grasp what he means in passages like this?

I now have the chance to start a possibly satisfying long term relationship, however the only urge I feel right now is to reach tranquility through work and fasting(the eastern orthodox fast which started today).

I actually stopped watching porn for over a year now. I did nofap and now I fap only once or twice a week

Ub Iwerks might be one of the most tragic figures of the 20th century - a symbol of how, in this world of illusory truth, the creator is never as revered as the messenger.

I need to take a shit. Byron was a crazy fucker, don't really admire him, but he was an interesting figure.

I fap once a month. Get on my level, nigga.

As a young student I unintentionally built a reputation of being a model student thorugh getting in two selective highschools. I have always been a cheeky fella but last 3 years have been seriously dull. Ive taken few risks and apathetic when i am at an age in which I need to be doing the opposite.

Whats worse is that at uni many people are from my highschool because most students in my highschool do quite well in final exams like myself and move to the top unis in my country which I am currently attending. This not only means that my uni life and the people I tend to meet and social circles and attitudes are similar to uni but I have strangely become a slave or dependent on the expectations and norms of my highschool community.

This is all confusing without context but basically I am living a life which is stereotypical and unoriginal. I am living a life expected of me and most painfully I seek to conform .

I guess its time to break out of this loop ive been living but i am a person of habit and addiction

>tfw you start with the Greeks and press on with the brain gains but your vidyagamer pleb past starts harkening to you
I don't know if I will be able to restrain myself enough to delegate due time to reading and playing if I get started again. Even when I play a grindy MMO I still listen to audiobooks but the reading comprehension is abjectly impacted

I need to start playing WoW and play a Priest or Pally or Hunter dwarf sooooooo hard fuck fuck fuck

I PINE for the high pulp fantasy atmosphere of WoW and I think I'm going to give in really soon, I can't control my plebby side, I'm only half through the odyssey

At this point I think I'm a functioning alcoholic. My only saving grace is that self-reflection is basically my super power. Problem: I'm suffering from depression, so I can't actually bring myself to care to control myself.

I'm lonely, I'm depressed and I'm too tired to be pissed.

I'm honestly a good person- I'm fucked up, but I'm a good person. I don't want people to hurt, or suffer, but I'm also aware that people are stupid and I'm sick of it.

Just... leave people alone. I mean, I get it. I understand, logically, most people. I get why people are homophobic, or racist, or against immigration. It usually comes down to change scary different mmmbad, which I get it. I do. Sometimes, I'll even agree that regulations should be put in place. I'm not a hippy liberal. I understand the importance of rules in a complex system.

It's just- who cares? I can't understand how people can scratch together the vitriol to actively make other people's lives more difficult, rather than just accepting that you don't understand and that's fine. They're other. Let them be other over there and leave them alone.

I don't understand how people can't recognize that the general public doesn't know shit, that there are people in power actively trying to abuse their power. I don't-

Everything's fucking awful, everything's scary and none of us know what the fuck we're doing, but that doesn't mean we have to be mean to each other.

It's stupid. I hate admitting it, because I feel like a retard saying it, but I just don't understand why people can't be nicer to each other.

wish i was a drunken author in post war berlin to be quite honest

>why people can't be nicer to each other.
One answer would be, because people aren't content with themselves.

Yeah. I know that, too. I know how that translates to being mean to others, too. I just don't know why. There's so much better things to do.

And I guess they must, but how do people feel better about themselves that way? It has to be there, right? Even if I do something actually productive, I still think I'm an irredeemable loser. How do people make themselves feel better just by putting others down? If they have that much control over their self-denial, then you'd think that they'd feel much better if they just baked a fucking cake or hung up a tire swing for the neighborhood kids or something. Goddammit.

Are you implying you are always nice to everyone, or do you wish to hold others to a standard you yourself fail to keep? If it's the latter, I suggest you already have plenty of answers as to 'why'.

>Are you implying you are always nice to everyone
No, of course not, but I do try. And snapping at people when you're pissed off or have a headache is vastly different than putting actual effort into being an asshole to make yourself feel better.

Maybe she a thot

I have attempted, never really tried, suicide multiple times. I can't off myself, the universe seems against it. So I tried running away from my problems. Packed up, pointed at a direction and walked. I had this romanticized idea. Maybe I'd meet a dog and we become traveling pals or something. I pissed my pants and slept in cold rain the first night. Couldn't take it the second night cause I'm a fucking whimpering pussy, and just went home.

I like living. I hate feeling like I don't. I don't know what to do anymore. I think I am dead now.

I betrayed everyone's trust. All the secrets and lies piled up now are crushing me. I might be in jail by tomorrow for years and years.

What am I supposed to do? I have one option now, live. You know, out shine all the stars. Because you are either the brightest or you take them all out. That I simply can't do.

So I'll sit here.

you have to love yourself before others can love you

Pretty stoked to go to Kansas City for a week, starting Monday. At least it's better than Syracuse.

There's probably a long and complex process leading up to that. Maybe those people have a perpetual emotional headache, as it were.

Thank you user this is what I wanted to hear

Excrement is bad, sex is bad. Minimum meditation will reveal this to anyone.

He's wrong though.

Loving yourself is fucking hard, and turning your insecurities into some kind of internal ultimatum is a good way to hate yourself or other people.

I've said this before, and I'll say this again. Communication is the most important part of any relationship. Everyone feels insecure, and a lot of people feel crippling insecurity. Sit your girl down and explain to her how you feel. Encourage her to tell you how she feels.

Feeling insecure but not telling your partner will fuck up a relationship real quick. You'll get weird and she won't know why, because you didn't tell her.

I don't know either of you, so I can't say how much you should throw out there at once, but feel your way up towards that, if you're even insecure about that. That's fine too.

Say you're insecure, but you don't really want to talk about it because you feel like it's stupid. Or something like that. Watch netflix and order pizza. Tell her you want to do right by her, but you don't know the best way to go about it.

TALK TO HER.

So you believe you are a good person simply based upon your opinions, or do you actually do something to help mitigate the suffering which you describe in the world? What actually constitutes a good person in your mind, belief alone or belief combined with action?

this is a good post

you're all gay

I believe I'm a good person in the sense that I don't want to see people hurting. I do try to apply that kind of thing to my everyday life. I try to listen to people, I try to treat everyone well. I give money when I have the means to do so, and donate when I can.

"good" is both belief and action where you can. Sometimes it's helping at a soup kitchen on weekends. Sometimes it's seeing a stranger fall down, and helping them pick up their stuff. Sometimes it's just asking someone if they're okay.

The thing is- I think people are inherently good- I do! But it's... hard. Perfect strangers will work together to help someone who obviously needs help, but if a person has depression...

I often feel bad that I'm not doing enough, but I try to do what I can. Sometimes I can do more. Sometimes all I can do is smile at service workers, even if they're rude.

It's not that I believe in hurting yourself for others, because I don't. I believe everyone reserves the right to focus on themselves, but if you feel well, and have some extra money or time, or you see something you can do, then yeah.

You just... try. And yeah, you fuck up sometimes, but if you can recognize that, you can do better.

A former school teacher who introduced me into creative writing is being accused for sexual harassment. Poor guy, he is getting a lot of shit from social media.
I don't really care too much about his case because is none of my business, but he used to post one daily exercise of what he called "literary gym" which I try to do every day since September. After the accusations he stopped doing it completely.

Is there a website or another author who does the same thing? I could create my own exercise but I rather have someone else's perspective.

After twenty years of obsessing over literature, I’ve concluded that it’s nothing more than mere entertainment and has left me woefully unequipped to understand our world. I now focus entirely on nonfiction.

I’ve wised up.

t. pesudo intellectual
Next time try understanding what you read.

Wow, great argument. You must read a lot of fiction.

You could always jump out of yourself a level and look at it like this user:

At best, if you're in your 20's, you /might/ have 600 months left to live in good enough health to be competently functional at the things you like/appreciate in life.

I mean, if you're from North America and born from the ~80's on, you were gifted with an average life expectancy of ~1.7-2.6 billion seconds.

Think for a moment on what you want your crowning memory, left in the annals of humanity, to be. Another one of the mediocre pleb masses mentally confined to a virtual cycle of pleasure-pain psychological tactics employed by corporate cucklords to get money from you and keep you tethered? Or would you rather be a part of, or the hero of your own quest, IRL, and go down in the history books? Hell, what if you became a mythic figure?

>TL;DR Don't know you, user, but you can do much better than trapping yourself in the fishbox.

It is entertainment if you read it for entertainment.

On the other hand, you could read it as it is: stories that came from the minds of people who have experienced lives different from your own, full of breadcrumbs leading to the way the author may have felt about their family, an old lover, or their days in school. Their style is a cumulative syncretism(?) of their time period, their education, their intelligence, emotions, and even their frigging breakfast.

You could say it's "only" entertainment, or you could look through a combined assortment of anthropological and psychological lenses, leaning a little deeper into yourself and the rest of humanity. Perhaps you'll learn something on your travels inward.

I fucked up. I moved around so much, all through childhood and into adulthood, and now I don't know how to build deep friendships. I don't know who I can trust to what extent, and I feel like I go into every relationship with this disgusting utilitarian attitude of "how much value do I put in at what level of vulnerability or risk to myself to encourage the other person to invest a similar amount and keep us stuck together". I don't know how to just hang out anymore.
Life was easier when I was in high school and had no personality, now I'm just a bitch.

I'm gradually coming around to the idea that rights aren't real. Human rights, natural rights, property rights--it's all a fiction. There's more evidence for the existence of God than the existence of rights.

what's on your mind

university and school is primarily for preparing you for the real world, can you imagine yourself in a few years looking back on your time now, your few current years in school compared to your many after, and say I wish I did this that or what differently, that you will not be able to do after school?

Wow man so edgy and clever hehehehehehehehehehehrhrhehehebebebehehrhehrhrhehehehehehehehehehehehehehehhehehehehheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh

Fug urshelf

anything that doesn't quite directly contribute to you making money or knowledge for life better is only entertainment

You sound like a very ineffective person who’s principles don’t line up with their actions. I can’t stand people like that.

You're right man, thank you so much. I will talk to my girl. Have you had a similar experience by any chance?

I don't want to think about the word "poontang". Why does it sound so good