Write what's in your mind

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I would like live in the Unaited States, cconvert me in jew, marry with a jew and learn hebrew.

I start essays the day they're due (if due at 11.55pm) or the day before if not and always somehow get good marks. Got 4 essays for friday to end this semester and I haven't started any yet. Get on my level m8

I know I promised to write a paper for a friend. The extra money is always needed. The amphetamines are helping, but it'd be so easy just to hang myself from the balcony. No more papers or comedowns or anything else then.

It has an eldritch shine and the appearance of the essence of friendly spiders pillowing it; I am curious as to the nature of the entropy the swirling office equipment, in particular the electric staplers, appear in, to possess this degree of missionary faculties in that hurricane over on the alternate-reality screen

Sultry humiliation and illuminating conviction; surely that is the appetite they bait

>eldritch

There's that meme word again.

texting this girl about writing makes me feel like a human i feel social i feel like im not a reclusive hermit i feel like people notice my existence she is very pretty i hope she likes me she writes well and she is very cute as well as very reclusive and introverted which means she must be pure and this music im listening to reminds me of middle school even though i didnt listen to this music in middle school and even though middle school was hell for me i still miss the perpetual carefree tone and mood and i miss having my future being a far away fantasy instead of being right at my front door

Why do I feel do attracted to 15 year old qts? :(

why the, comma splice?

I'm a real shitty person and I don't deserve to have anything good ever happening to me.

I think I fell in love with someone I threatened to kill two years earlier. Timing and beauty really doesn't care for human emotions.

Why, not?

Fuck man, dead rising 1 is fucking amazing

I have daddy issues oh well

i can't break up with this girl because i'm desperately in love with her best friend, and i know i won't be seeing her as much if i do it. :

I don't get enough sleep. Thank God for amphetamine.

if a girl is not interested in me but we have so many roots and connections, is she still a friend? i speak friendly but she speaks inhuman to me

my stomach hurts all the time. or frequently, anyway. nothing particularly severe, more like a constant mild discomfort. i wonder if it has anything to do with my increased intake of alcohol and caffeine.

I wish I was able to make things as moving as the people who made zootopia

all this literature shit just seems like its for losers. even the most famous literary people are pretty sad, their books are boring, and the only people who enjoy their books are losers. I don't believe in it anyway.. I wish I could stop faking wake up and actually live life

Nothing makes sense. I'm holding a phone in my hands with a cracked screen, typing out this post with both thumbs and nothing makes fucking sense. How do I know the phone's real? How do I know it's there? How do I trust my senses? What's stopping reality from making sense at any given time? Why? Why do I know what "why" means? How? Why?

How do I know what these words mean? How do you know? How do I know you're real? How?

also i really wanna fuck this one girl but not enough to do anything about it

what's in your mind

Hahahahaha, I really outdid myself with that one. Woo.

>Nothing makes sense. I'm holding a phone in my hands with a cracked screen, typing out this post with both thumbs and nothing makes fucking sense. How do I know the phone's real? How do I know it's there? How do I trust my senses? What's stopping reality from making sense at any given time? Why? Why do I know what "why" means? How? Why?
>How do I know what these words mean? How do you know? How do I know you're real? How?
Desu, descartes already solved this like 400 years ago, pick up a fucking book pleb

It pisses me off how all biographies of artists have to question their sexuality.

Why can't Kafka or Schubert just be accepted as straight? I *highly* doubt Jackson Pollock had any "ambiguous sexual urges."

Dumb biographers.

All words are memes.

why are you on this board

force of habit. I really tried hard to like literature and sometimes I even succeed

It's because plebs love sex and plebs ca't appreciate books without knowing who wrote them

What I'm saying is biographies are for plebs engaging in ego worship and social jockeying

Trust me I'm Harold Bloom

This is an awful post, but I don't expect anything better so I'm not disappointed.

kys, my man

Is there a good reason that I feel like shit all the time? Should I seek professional help?

I am alone with my friend for the first time in a while.
-Hey, can I talk to you?
-Of course
-Have you noticed anything off about me lately?
-Well I suppose you do seem a little colder lately. What do you mean?
-I'm not sure. I feel like I've become extremely disconnected.
-Disconnected from what?
-People, my friends, family, my life, ...everything, and it's hard to hold on--to look people in the face and pretend I'm still here.
-You think something's wrong with you?
-No, well... not entirely. I'm sure everyone has some sort of feeling they can't explain, but nobody really knows what's wrong with them.

accurate

it seems to hold that for any individual to have a significant amount of inner-peace, opportunity to concern oneself with nothing other than the frivolous day-to-day necessities (as they can be disregarded) is required

one may remember upon such contemplation the old adage, "ignorance is bliss"

Ignorance is bliss until prompted by curiosity, which without willful ignorance, will lead to concern in individuals who are a part of a given community in which the foundations of culture (aesthetic, economic, and political)

Concern with the issues relevant to the community will subsequently lead to curiosity, if not desire for resolution from the individual

Any given individual, absent of willful ignorance and in search of further information will be gain access (if informational resources are no thing) to incalculable complexity in the larger base culture

given this gargantuan complexity, then individual will be paralyzed, or otherwise, willfully ignorant

pacification of action

pacification of mind

I still can't forget the screams.

I only really feel happy when I'm pursuing artistic endeavors and I come up with something "good"

It feels like every other minute is wasted

And really it's all garbage, so I'm just pissing my life away in general

let me off this ride

The more pretentious I am, the better writer I am.

i'm not writing anything worthwhile and i think i've become an alcoholic

The only thing I want right now is the girl I love so much who's also my best friend who knows I love her but too busy for a relationship because of academia and also mentally unstable and still traumatized by her abusive ex-boyfriend and suicide attempt to strangle me in bed like she told me she did to him uncontrollably when she was asleep

Jewfag here, Hebrew is just okay and you'll need to cut your dick and Jews are evil don't do it

*sings along Guile's Theme*

I need to pee, but I'm too lazy to stand up.

I wish could give back everything I take.

Why do I keep coming here.

Don't date a woman under 25.

Cliff is only alive because suicide is too much effort. The life philosophy is that minimum effort should be permanent, no exceptions, no retractions. If he lays down on the couch it is only because standing has become tiresome, if he moves it is only because hunger is too annoying, if he breathes its only because he cannot control his lungs for long, and even more because, again, it takes too much effort.
Cliff wonders why he isn’t dead yet. He’s had plenty chances before. Couldda snuck into his mother’s room and chug her pills, could’ve dove into train tracks at rush hour, couldda fucked with a cop til he shot him. Could’ve leaped from his apartment window tumble down break neck then back then chest then hip, and nose caved in bone passing cutting slicing deep into the brain. He knows that’s physically impossible but it provides a nice image. The nose bridge is cartilage but in Cliff’s mind its arrowpoint shaped and sharp and it lodges like a puzzle piece into his neurons, crashing them like the fucking Iceberg that did that old tired boat in, the Titanic, with all the children screaming, the women holding them tight as men jump overboard.

Bad kids
All my friends are bad kids
Product of no dad kids
Ain't no college grad kids
Living out on the skids
Kids like you and me

new roommate is wack, need to find a new place in the middle of winter, fuck my life

also, when fags say they "don't care about money" that's a good indicator they still live with their mom, money lets u live with dignity, don't fall for the "it's cool to be poor" spook

I'm tired of people who type in all lower-case as if it is their own personal aesthetic.

I'm also tired of people who are snobs about usage of emoticons or acronyms.

I'm tired of people coming here and writing about their mundane shit lives in flowery prose.

Thinking about it more deeply, I'm more tired of people romanticizing things negative things and feelings. Stop being a sad cunt, be a sick cunt.

I would rather read an earnest story about a guy who fights orcs and goblins than any self-aware, trope-subverting, fourth-wall breaking pseudo-intellectual horsehockey out there.

Fuck, I'm tired. I hope I don't fuck up weightlifting today. I wish I was able to sleep on the bus like some people.

Baby what is love…
God, that song is catchy.

man... im fuckin lonely...
IT'S RAINING MEN!!! Wait im not gay why do i sing along? Oh right, great song.

i can't control my emotions when it comes to a specific person or two and it drives me mad. the presence, or non-presence of any person shouldn't make me sad or happy, but it does and it's mostly sadness

You're not perfect and I don't appreciate you as much as you appreciate me, but goddamn, you make me feel good.

I'm successful at injecting a good bit of humor and satire into nearly every piece that I write academically (usually speeches/presentations to essays and editorials).

However, I'm completely unfunny when it comes to my personal writing.

I hate reading long books but all my works are incredibly long. should I cut?

How did the convo proceed?

Well… that was a nice bit of anarchy, with the nsfw thread and all. Death by hemlock, what a way to go.

I thought the mods would delet before I got to finish.

The ol' crying clown. I'm happiest when I'm liable to make light of things while alone.

I want to write genre fiction but hate reading it. Will I do fine by reading "the good stuff" like Steinbeck but still writing my normal shtick?

We even got past the first chapter of the Manifesto.

I'm 26 too.

BIG BOOBIES

why are the hare people in redwall such incompetent rude greedy brainless Longeared Nincompoops.

Fuck(Male symbol)You

I feel the same a lot of the time. Then I have to spend twenty minutes meditating on the fact that I will die some day, so either I can let that fact panic me into action, or I can have a calmmoment and realize that either way it doesn't matter, and Im only here for the experience.

I wish I read more

The music will not be spoken

I sure hope my hard drive doesn't fail.

I tried reading this book on beginner programming but i just wasted some more time on the internet like always.

I could be playing vidya but I forgot my mouse

Time for food soon.

Maybe I should go to ikea today

I need to pass my driving test and get a job soon.

5 hours and the first sentence eludes me yet. Fuck.

I think I left my travel bag full of weed in the Uber.

After reading and watching countless hours of Adult Children of Alcoholics, it's evident that this is the answer I've been searching through countless books for, why I am the way I am. From my self-esteem to my issues with intimacy and trust.

Now I don't know where I go from here

>my back is killing me baby
>i don't have any comfortable chairs

It's weird how you start missing every little thing once it's out of reach.

I could kill them if I had the courage. All it takes is lit charcoal in an airtight mason jar. As the flame lost it's oxygen, more and more carbon monoxide would be produced from the incomplete combustion. After that, it's just a matter of fitting a tube to the lid and having them breathe from it as they sleep.

I would respect the opinion of a Zootopia porn fanfic writer more than that of the average Veeky Forums poster. Like 0.1% of this board actually writes.

There are starving shrews in Mossflower who would have DIED for a bowl of that deeper-than-ever strawberry cordial artichoke crumble.

People are just using an isolated tragedy to appear like they care, while they don't even blink an eye at the actual problems of the (third) world.

I just want to read and learn music all day fuck work this sucks anus when can i go home

>lf both what the stranger [in the Sophist] and Socrates say is true, the genos of the sophist must be distinguished from the sophistic phantasma of the true philosopher. The artless phantasma of the philosopher must be separated from the phantasmata of the sophist, for with his art the sophist is going to look like the sophistic phantasma of the philosopher.

What the fuck did he mean by this?

I want to die right now.

The difference between the Socratic and the Sophist. It's not complicated user.

If a need ever presents itself, what would be the symbol of mankind?

Am i going to try to steal one last cigarette tonight befre beginning in The Tibetan Book of the Dead?

I'll try, but might begin before, or just a little hour nap?

The penis.

An instrument tells you two things about yourself in a butter knife world as if it wasn't bad enough already that I don't even drive yet this isn't how it was supposed to be there was something in the depths there that decided my fate and never really showed me a thing or two whenever I needed it but I'm not complaining I love this stuff despair is what happens in a world where two plus two equals four and doesn't benefit anybody, and whether or not greek yogurt is good who will ever know its made by turks anyway. one sucj dilemma is just that being is was never did I shout that loud again on a stormy night out at sea with my deceased friend watching the burning lights of morocco jet out from the darkness and devour my mind.

i'm fucking dead on monday, niggazzz

i'm motherfucking, dead, muh niggarzz

I know brother, I know.

If a child out of the womb is a baby and the one inside is a fetus. Which one must I deletus?

i'm in quite the pickle.
There is this absolutely adorable young woman who goes to college with me. we both love books of the same genre, share religious views, and have nice Veeky Forums discussions every so often. Just this past week i was waiting for my class to start, passing the time reading Blood Meridian. She walked over and sat down across from me and started reading pride and prejudice. I couldn't help but notice her adorable little giggles as she read through a particularly witty section. I couldn't help but feel a tug at my heart.

I would love to spend more time with her, but there is a bit of a divide between us when it comes to politics. I noticed on her facebook page that she was very proud to have voted for Hillary, and very very upset that she lost to Trump. I voted for Trump, and feel wonderful ever since he won the election. At this moment, she remains unaware of my political affiliations. Is it even worth trying to foster a deeper relationship with her, or will this only lead to intense arguments and strained relationships?