Write Thread

Write me a short passage, Anons. Write me something funny or sad or beautiful or pointless. I'll read every single post.

Only rule is it has to be something you wrote just now. No posting previous work.

I can't tell you what it really is, i can only tell you what it feels like. The more i suffer i suffocate, right when i'm about to drown she resucitates --me. Just gonna' stand there and hear me cry, but that's allright, because i love the way you lie, love the way you lie.

I don't know as much about the world as i claim to. There's a lot that's happened between us that I'd like to take back but even more that i wouldn't. And that's the truth. Here's the truth: I'm sorry I'm leaving in August. I'm sorry that you didn't leave that party when i did and now you're on probation. I'm sorry that we can be what we wanted to be. And i wish your brother would go back to school; and i wish that pops was in better health. And i wish that you'd stop blaming yourself for every little damn thing you've done wrong because it isn't your fault. But more than anything I'm sorry for or anything that i wish for, i hope that you make it through. I hope that you grow old and you never forget how to see the good in life and not the bad. Because we will grow older; and we will move on; and we'll think about each other sometimes.

Thank you, user. This was a great read. Is this fiction?

Does my diary in prose form count?

"Have you ever done this before?" he whispered.

"Never," I answered. "You're my only."

The head of my penis found the place it wanted. For a moment I waited there, poised, and kissed took his lower lip between my lips and gently held it there. Then with my hands I pulled him to me and at the same time entered him so that he felt my scrotum slap against his skin. My entire body felt the rightness of it, his entire body was seized to it. (name redacted) arched his shoulder blades—his chest pressed against mine—and a slow shudder ran through him.

"It's right," I remembered whispering. "It feels so right, (redacted my name)."

"Tadaima aware ga wakatta," I answered. "I understand just now the deepest beauty."

My dick stirred

Are you that guy from the aquarium threads on /an/ that caused issues with this pic

no

I'll post a funny picture if an user can guess what I'm talking about

I wonder what it would be like, and I wonder what would compel me to seek it out in a world of only opportunities and heights. I wonder what makes other wish to seek it because I have my doubts concerning the assumption that others are simply looking for fun, and they become so thoroughly engaged that they find themselves . . . in it. I don't know if it's like what people say it's like because I have my precious skepticis, but, still, I feel that the rumors and the stories aren't derived from nothing. Someone somewhere at some time had to have experienced it in the way that it's discussed. Maybe it's all stories though. It can't be as bad as good people say it is. But maybe it is. I've never seen it. I live in a small, insular world where nobody sees and nobody has seen it; however, they all know of it, and they know all about it, especially the young, rebel kids. They speak of it with the magniloquence and apprehension with which all people speak of it. I wish I could see it, feel it, maybe even just for a second to know, just to know what it's like. The stories all seem like exaggerations. Shit, I just want to know what it's like, and I'd bet good goddamn dollar that a lot of good young people do too, even if they wouldn't say it.

>my scrotum slap against his skin
That's fucking gay, dude.