Write whats on your mind

I want to drink with you user and talk about literature.

I got drunk for the first time when I was thirteen. Touched alcohol at most once or twice a year until high school. Didn't become a problem until I was 20 when I slowly started drinking after school and work. Now it's every single day.

Why? Nothing I can disclose here, other than conditioning and a lack of real-world pursuits.

Just read up on this pic related. Any books similar to what he did?

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I would like that too. The thing is, there's a ceiling on how much you can drink before conversations lose their sheen.

Good conversations about literature, history, politics, and culture are one of the last things in my life that are still enjoyable. For those of you who don't know what alcoholism is like, imagine the ten things that you enjoy the most in your life right now. Ten. Now imagine that, no matter what you do, every three or four months, one of those things will stop being enjoyable. You will lose it forever.

And now imagine that you know this, and your brain and body still convinces you to buy another bottle.

im not the original poster

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that used to happen to me and one day i made eye contact with him and the next time we passed he invited me to smoke weed in an ally, now looking back on it maybe he was a homosexual but i was brainwashed by rap music to think black gays didnt exist back then, anyway i bought like an 8th off him, it was ok weed

>needs to be drunk to write

i think the poetic duo Mobb Deep put it best when they said:

>real niggas don't try to profile
>You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwild

oh shit 12am friday morning, new music on apple music, NEEWW SHIIIIIIT that new unknown mortal orchestra album better be out i couldnt find a copy of the leak, then again umo the kinda band has two good songs per album and i already heard the singles, anyways lets see

If I were from a line of giants I'd become a boxer or a soldier

I’m drunk. I didn’t mean to be drunk but I am. My roommates wanted to go to Del Taco for the surf and turf burrito - steak and fried shrimp. Not lobster, but would you expect lobster? Actually for a second I did. Anyway I took pulls from the handle of Svedka I bought the other day. I don’t drink much but it’s the year anniversary of my father’s death tomorrow. Death. It’s strange. I would like to write for him a long piece with stories of how I saw him... This idea intimidates me more than it excites me. Paul Thomas Anderson made Magnolia in the wake of his father’s passing. I have made nothing. I wrote a song, it was okay. It was on ukulele so people would probably find it stupid. But I guess not everyone can write a song. You all might be amused by this: my father was very similar to Franz Kafka. Incredibly low self-worth with an overbearing father. Although when Dad read The Trial he understood none of it. He was a pleb that way. But he was the kindest man I’ll ever know.

I have this disease late at night sometimes involving alcohol and Veeky Forums.

My girlfriend is far from perfect. She obsesses over her marketing job, gossip, money, and material things like jewelry and clothes. In the three months we’ve been together, she has not read a single page of a single book. Sometimes she likes to talk about guys who flirt with her just to ignite a reaction in me, and this makes me angry.

Nonetheless, she is redeemable. She possesses certain qualities I love and respect: work ethic, physical beauty, an open mind, a positive outlook, a generous heart. She comes from a good family. She loves me, she cares about my happiness, and she often goes above and beyond to put a smile on my face when I’m down. She also smells like lavender and honey, and when I find a sweater or scarf she’s left behind on my apartment, I often sniff them lightly and feel a warmth come over me.

The truth is, she may be a little shallow now. But we’re young, and she’s far busier than I, which leaves her little time to do things like read or write, things she claims she wants to do. I’d thought very briefly of leaving her for someone else, someone more like me. But honestly, I feel grateful to have someone in my life after all these years who loves me for who I am. I don’t need her to change. In fact, I plan to love her and nurture her and introduce her to things that I believe will enrich her life, that we may be fulfilled together.

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Facts are simple and facts are straight
Facts are lazy and facts are late
Facts all come with points of view
Facts don't do what I want them to
Facts just twist the truth around
Facts are living turned inside out
Facts are getting the best of them
Facts are nothing on the face of things
Facts don't stain the furniture
Facts go out and slam the door
Facts are written all over your face
Facts continue to change their shape

yo u gotta rap that over an old school 80s beat

no way man craigslist shut down their personals section due to that stupid human trafficking law congress just passed, now how am i going to find gay guys weed to smoke or trannies? damn man this is truly fucked, i would often read the m4t and t4m posts when fappin, shit man this blows

It is a sign from God for you to change your ways.

how is it that craigslist has to shut down but tinder is still a thing, dont tell me tinder isnt full of hookers

>no way man craigslist shut down their personals section due to that stupid human trafficking law congress just passed

thought they shut that down back in 2011

i'm sure r/sissyhypno will hip me to the new spots, unless they got caught up in that recent reddit purge, the powers that be are really crackin down, Veeky Forums better be careful

Just go on

the shut down the "sexual services" section which was 100% hookers, but they left up the regular casual encounters section which in the straight parts like w4m was basically just black prostitutes and the occasional russian or dominican, but the gay section was rad u could meet wall street dudes, insane cross dressers, old dom dads going back to stonewall and shit, always a chance to find excitement and stds, i only really hooked up with a couple people from it in the 2000s when i was younger and waaay hornier, but i still read it and occasionally would send long ass erotic emails to people lol

why but that's all weebs and kids in their mom's basement in the suburbs, in the m4m sections you could meet grownfolks from the city

fucking disgusting
on account of you trying to fuck underage boys yeah

sorry never met any priests on there. try your local church faggot

I don't believe in god, and I'm not sure how I'm doing in life.

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I'm talking about (You) all who try to flirt with and have sex with teenage and pubescent boys, go on any of the gay boards on this site and that's what its filled with, hebes and ephebes and a minority of actual unironic pedos

sorry i dont go on the gay boards of this site faggot second of all this site is 18+

homophobic catholics likes u are so embarrassing everyone can tell ur overcompensating for getting diddled by a priest

>homophobic
I strongly dislike gays, I'm neither afraid of them nor do I hate them. I want them to be pushed back into the shadows basically and their culture banned from public sight
>catholics
I hate catholics more than any other group of people besides Jews and Nazis
>can tell ur overcompensating for getting diddled by a priest
no one did anything to me as a kid user, I strongly believe faggots are closely related to pedos because of certain psychological antagonisms within them. If you go onto the gay boards on this website you will see a large number of hebes, ephebes and pedophiles. this is also the case on straight hentai boards as well. All of these alternative sexualities devolve into basically lusting after minors and animals. I can't exactly say why, but I have some ideas

>devolve into basically lusting after minors
were you ever 14? If so, did you find any 14 year old girls attractive?

How can anyone enjoy modern city life? This is hell, you'd be better off drinking from puddles and eating bark if only you were to escape it

OFF MY BOARD REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

It seems to be that art is primarily motivated by suffering, a well-adjusted, happy person does not feel compelled to express themselves artistically. There are, of course, happy artists, but they do not produce work of particular note compared to their stricken colleagues who are able to pour their emotional turmoil into their work and create something magnificent. Now, it is the position of most that society's evolution should be directed in such a way that reduces suffering with the ultimate goal of eradicating it entirely. This sounds beautiful and noble, but if we accept the initial premise it implies an end to art that is truly artistic.

My question is if this is a bad thing. Is art nothing but a symptom of a imperfect society and will we evolve past the need for it?

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Even if we stop producing art, who fucking cares? We have thousands of years of artistic endeavors to explore. The really bad possibility is us becoming unable to appreciate art.

i used to come to Veeky Forums for memes
why the fuck are there no memes anymore?
which board should i be at, everyone is stale as heckeronii and memes are fucking normie unfunny trash now.

I'm fucking her right now lmao sorry bro want some pics?

Do not blame artists for the faults of society, they are the only ones who have the freedom to expose them.

I'm in love with a girl from school but am in a constant state of unknowing and purgatory regarding whether or not she loves me back. One time we interact, it will be great and I'll come away from it happy and loved, but similarly, there are times when I come away feeling melancholy and sad, spending the entire evening in constant unending thought and depression. I don't know what to do: I'm planning to ask her out for the first time in a couple of weeks when we both have some time off. I'm hopeful, as there are more positives than negative in our relationship (touching hair, long glances, constant chit-chat and laughs, etc.), but small things like me always texting first just make it so hard. Like today, for example, I tried to keep talking with her after our lesson and walk back with her, as we have many times before, but it was didn't go so well as she ended up with her friends and I had to awkwardly sidle away from the group.

I know I'm probably being very autistic but I'm not going to publish my diary anytime soon and wanted to get this off my chest. Thanks Veeky Forums.

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>The really bad possibility is us becoming unable to appreciate art.

Nope. The possibility is that the glut makes it impossible to appreciate good art. Appreciation is in itself a basic human skill of discerning. But each day we move closer and closer to telling each other that eating broken glass is the same as a sinful apple.

That's true, but aren't the only people who really appreciate are those who are (at least somewhat) artistically inclined? The end of art and the end of the appreciation of art are probably pretty closely related.

I'm not blaming them at all, if anything they're victims in my formulation.

How you end up feeling after your interactions with her has much more to do with you, your mood, and your perceptions than it does with her or anything she's doing. Trust me.

Art isn't going anywhere you absolute donk

Ask her out and you'll get an answer. The true test comes with what you'll do with it. If she says "no" what will you do? I will say that if you are emotionally drained and unsatisfied after hanging out with her, that's probably not a good sign.

Can you expand on this please? Interested

Thanks, that's helpful :)

Yeah: if she says yes I'll be fucking over the moon; if she says no idk... Gotta take the chance though I agree.

What the other guy said.

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By all means go for it, but if she says no get the hell out of there. You don't want to be her friend, so don't. You'll save yourself a world of hurt.

>Can you expand on this please?
I'll try. Every external thing you experience comes to you through your senses, and it is then made comprehensible by unconscious portions of your mind. When you see a person on the street, for instance, what you see is filtered through your biases, past experiences, and current general state of mind (among countless other things), and only then does your reaction consciously register. Have you ever tripped, and simultaneously heard someone laugh, and then assumed that they were laughing at you? Odds are good that they weren't, but your feelings of vulnerability at that moment predisposed you to the thought. It's like taking a picture with a scratched lens or expired film, the final product will bear the mark of the tool that produces it.

In the case of that other user, he probably spends a lot of time thinking about this girl, maybe runs some hypothetical situations in his head about their next meeting, imagining how it will go and what her reactions portend. So when she meets her friends instead of walking home with him he takes it as a snub because he's put himself into a position where that's how you read that situation, when in reality she may have had pre-existing plans or something, and she could be looking forward to seeing him again in private.

Which mobb song is that from?

s4s and facebook meme pages

How old were you when you realized so-called "smart" people are just as dumb as the rest of us? Me? I was 74.

Thanks. That makes sense. Really enjoyed the second paragraph.

What’s the deal with all this incest porn at the moment? When I get depressed/one of my relationships goes to shit I tend to rub a few out. But every time I find a pornstar worth jacking off to it seems like all she does is incest role plays. Is it really that big a market?

when they didnt order crab legs at the theaters

Original user here, wow that was actually really interesting and helpful. Thanks a lot :))))

Solid advice desu, thanks

you are mostly wrong but i'm to tiered for explanations. you got this!

I can't stop thinking that everyone's life is better than the shit I'm producing right now. The dumbest thing is that I know that it's all for show and that we are all equally fucked up, but I can't shake this feeling off.

all the good milfs are incest porn, I find myself venturing into the mom category of pornsites only because the preview picture is the best girl of them all, what proves to be right all of the time

"At night the birds huddle in groups, puffing their feathers to an inch thick and tucking their heads to conserve heat."

I want to be a bird.

My old man raked the cinders together with a piece of cardboard and spread them judiciously over the whitening dome of the coals. When the dome was thinly covered his face lapsed into darkness but, as he set himself to fan the fire again, his crouching shadow ascended the opposite wall and his face slowly reemerged into light. It was an old man's face, very bony and hairy. The moist blue eyes blinked at the fire and the moist mouth fell open at times, munching once or twice mechanically when it closed. When the cinder had caught he laid the piece of cardboard against the wall, sighed, and said:
"Son, I've loved you."

This is top-tier bait

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i've also seriously been wondering this for a while now.

not that i'm complaining. mom/son is my shit. no, i did not want to fuck my mom.

History of mankind: Man is born, man lives, man dies.

Something that makes complete sense to me yet leaves behind all logic in parting is the idea of astral expansion.

It's the eventual fate for humanity--we've agreed upon this for some time now. Yet we'll likely never start preparing until it's too late. We're to caught with the nows.

There's something tragic in this that hangs about just far enough for me to care.

What causes the change in demeanor whenever one switches from one language to another? Is there a word for it? As of late these thoughts have left me perplexed and anxious. I reckon the English me is the ideal I should strive for. He's somewhat articulate, confident and can dominate conversations. My German persona on the other hand is very robotic and is incapable of expressing emotions or affection. The Spanish lad in me is a dimwit, but he means well.

incest, pedo baiting and borderline homosexual femdom shit is big because men are becoming psychotic eunuchs who can't get off to tits and ass anymore

I can relate to this.

I feel like my attitude changes completely. In Spanish, I'm someone well spoken and musical. In French I sound quiet and solemn, in Chinese I'm thoughtful (though, probably stupid to natives) and in Russian I sound like a drunkard.

this would be good opening line of your novel

>I'm someone well spoken and musical
I'm sure you are user

Habla por ti mismo.

>I feel like my attitude changes completely. In Spanish, I'm someone well spoken and musical. In French I sound quiet and solemn, in Chinese I'm thoughtful (though, probably stupid to natives) and in Russian I sound like a drunkard.

this could be a rad opener to a novel but only if the protag is a total clown kind of douche, like notes from underground but not self-aware

how u gonna see the color of his eyes in the firelight

I used to feel betrayed by society because it hadn't prepared me for mediocrity. But over time I've come to understand that thoughts like "you'll make it one day" or "it gets better" are necessary lies that underpin society.
But now all I feel is a sort of cold, dispassionate sympathy for those of my peers that cycle the drain of hopelessness. I see it coming a mile away. "Oh, user, you're into books, did I tell you I'm writing a novel?"
An almost predictable journey through hope, self doubt, self contempt and then finally a sort of phony nihilism. The ups and downs of someone not good enough to write stories that only children enjoy. On one level I root for them. Be better, learn the basic mistakes of history. But on another I take satisfaction from their failure. After all, was I not the same? Wasn't I the "man with an idea" preaching his unremarkable science fantasy nonsense as a "metaphor for, like, society and stuff"? Has it really been so long since I felt I could do something of note?

u should chill with more immigrants, all they care about is banging out the cheapest accounting degree possible and then stacking paper, all this "if i'm not a canonical western author by the time i'm 25 i have failed at life" shit is gay as hell, get over yourself bro

those are subhumans

yeah thats why they have professional degrees and middle class jobs while u snackin on a tendy shitpostin from the neetcave aka moms basement

I mean, I'm not going to go out and find somebody that looks foreign and then awkwardly try to befriend them just for some misbegotten notion that I'll be a more rounded person for it. But I take your point. Things could be worse.
What I will say is that I think equating the principle struggles of two alien societies is a gross over simplification and that a healthy fear of failure is good, even if I've gone too fr in my own fear.

look at yourself, user. And I mean really look at what you are in the mirror and ask yourself; is this okay? Because this "johnny foreigner is responsible for all my woes" shit is just childish.

I went to see a friend play a show for a band in her college that she invited me to. She also invited another one of her friends, she and I had met a few times before so we sat together.

After the show my other friend had to leave and go do some meeting with the band or something, so me and the other girl sat there and talked for 40 mins. We talked about a lot, mostly about our thoughts on relationships, loneliness, fears. Not really things one talks about with someone they barely know. I said how I believe there are some people who you just connect with above all others, I then realized I feel like I had a connection to her because of how meaningful our conversation was to me. So above the mundane. Yet I can't help but shake the feeling she was just entertaining me. Maybe she was enjoy the conversation also, but I couldn't stop feeling like she didn't care.

I never get to talk to a girl like that, and I'm still thinking about it quite happily, thinking it means something, thinking maybe she'll try and get in touch with me, but in reality she's probably already forgotten. I doubt there was really a connection, just me hoping there was as a way to escape my loneliness.

How does one make friends in a new city?

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Idk, I'm thinking about becoming a Catholic when I move to a new city so I can meet people at church... though I'm sure they'll all be either 80 years old or immigrants from Latin America.

recently got a fresh hit of willpower, just as my motivation was flagging. feels fucking good man.

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>watching professional porn
i only watch the amateur stuff
and only then when i find a video where they
look like they love each other
that shit gets me diamonds

is this minimalism?

war is love, love is war

this place is basically just /pol/2 at this point, time to find a new site, the influx of alt-right retards over the last year or two has just dropped the education level too much

Make sure to tell us if you find anything sow we can bail too.

wasted

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I want to write a Novel that at the end of the day is slightly different, more nihilistic tone than the rest of the novels that would come after it. And I don't know how people would react to it.

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>I doubt there was really a connection, just me hoping there was as a way to escape my loneliness.
iktf. I would just savor the moment.

i am a giant faggot

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come on breh post it on here im tryna read some shit

Iam lost in the very moment. Life is seeming to pass me by. Weeks feel to blend together, i seem to feel like nothing is happening except what i remember.
People are nice, but all of them seem fake. Nothing seems real. People use me to get something that they want. They use me to get a reaction, to make themselves feel better, to expend negative energy. To laugh at me. I am just trying to express myself. Is the expression of ones self laughable today?
Is masculinity important to me?
What masculinity am I talking about?

I want to be strong. I want my spirt to be directing. I want to be in control of my situation. But as you or I, we do not own enough resources. It used to be if you didn't have resourses you would die. Now it is you are enslaved to those who do have those resourses.

Is society worth it?
should i just go into the woods and die?

WE are all human and we share each other. Why must we pull each other down?
There is a difference between playful laughter and degradation of someone.
I laugh when someone does something I deem funny. Such as fall down, such as look a way i don't look.
Is that wrong? Or is it necessary to break tension?

Laughter is the cure to all. Laughter has never made the world a worse place. Laughter leads to happiness. I Laugh at myself because nothing should be taken as seriously as it does. I don't know.
THis shit fucked breh,
Who tryna suck sum dick?