Write what's on your mind

>want to learn weab
>can't because it requires intensive training by other speakers
>stuck with English, Spanish, and German

o-okay

I'm trying to convince my girlfriend and mistress to co sign a lease with me but they aren't getting along. i'm worried this will cause problems down the road

Recommended Chinese poetry? I know basic Chinese currently, but am trying to learn more.

uhh i need some books to convince me to stop wanting to kill myself

also I hope I drink with my friends tonight or buy some weed, but most likely neither of those things are gonna happen

Buying some weed is pretty easy senpai

>social skills

might as well tell the fish that it is easy to fly. just look at the birds!

I just don't know if my usual dealer will be good, he's some frat dude and he's never consistently good

I never named my cat, I just call her 'the cat'.

Lay off the french new wave kid.

The what?

I love my friend, and i want to kiss her

maybe you should trust your instincts. there are 7 billion people on the planet and as a general trend life only gets harder as you go on. we're moving into a time when most people would come to accept what you did even if they can't empathize with it.

Things probably aren't as good, or as bad as they seem. Probably.

I haven't really done anything wrong.

I've been dating my gf for almost a year now and I love her so much and I want to ask her to marry me but I'm also pretty scared ya know

It's not like there's a rush I just think it would be a nice affirmation of our looooooove~

Have you done anything at all?

If someone teleported me I'd first kill them then myself.

I want to do something sexually deviant tonight. No fap/no porn is destroying me. I fear what will happen if I go drinking with my friends tonight. I told a girl from work I take photos as a hobby and she wants me to take some "model photos" of her tomorrow. I probably need to get off Veeky Forums.

no you misunderstand. I'm advising you to kill yourself if you think that's the best move for you. I'm telling you your loved ones will get over it.

One time I made a critique thread where I pasted an excerpt from "The Sound and the Fury" and claimed it was from my novel, "The Noise and the Anger". Everyone told me to use better punctuation, and I was banned for a month.

if you are truly, fully unable to live an even slightly happy regardless of your current circumstances, then a painless suicide may prove to be the best answer, user

Nothing worth substance, although I used to help students with learning disabilities

oh, yeah
I don't like the idea of my parents thinking they were bad parents if I did do it, and I'm not sure how fast they'll actually get over it, since my brother is on expired time too.

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I'm lapsed but I've nevertheless gone all of Lent without eating meat on a Friday. I was craving a burger as I made this realization. I'm trying to decide whether I should break that tonight.

How do I talk to people about their feelings without it being weird? I come from a culture where you just do not fucking talk about how you feel. It's not a thing that's brought up. I'm enough of a fag that I've explored my own feelings about our situation enough to be content and confident with it. But I want to help other people around me deal with the same shit. I just know that they either will think that I'm being weird like I want something from them or they won't believe that I actually care or something. Shit's hard. I don't know what to do.

get drunk

i'm so fuckin bored that i dont even want to die

To write clearly you need a brain capable of organised thinking, and my brain is all over the shop. I'll never become a good writer or speaker because i can barely function on a basic word-retrieval level - I'm always oveerthinking what I'm going to write or say to the point that I forgot simple words. Just reading cogent posts in this thread is enough to depress me.

I wonder if some shit will go down when Pope Francis visits Fatima this May. It's 100 years since the apparitions, after all.

cmon man its so easy to not eat meat for one day a week
if you're craving a burger have a fillet o fish or something

Can you expound on this, friend?

I know it's easy but I'm also not practicing. Now that I've made it this far (unintentionally at first) I have the desire to continue, but based on a sense of momentum rather than piety. But I also have the desire to eat some meat. Obviously piety surpasses a culinary craving, but does momentum?

But then who was phone????

Well, you know, Fatima. Our Lady of Fatima, when the Virgin Mary miraculously appeared to three kids in Portugal. She gave them visions and told them secrets, and capped it all off with the Miracle of the Sun.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Our_Lady_of_Fátima

The apparitions are 100 years old this year. Pope Francis is scheduled to visit Fatima in May. May in the West has been devoted to mothers for a long time, hence why Mother's Day is in May. And it's also particularly devoted to Mary.

I'm a devout Catholic. I won't say I completely expect something to happen, but if it does I wouldn't be surprised.

In my head, I developed a proof of cognitivism but I am too inept to convey it to others in a way that can be understood. I think one of the problems is that natural languages are too fuzzy and this proof requires really precise references but nevertheless is too complex to be expressed in mathematical formula, especially for somebody who is as lazy as I am. I also thought about not having any motivation to earn more money right now. Except for food, water and electricity, I really don't need anything anymore.

300 tang poems.

you mean this?
youtube.com/watch?v=CqjWYpmI1Es

Find the daily japanese thread aka /djt/. They used to be on /a/ but I think they migrated to /int/ or something. Good thread but you will realize that kana is just the beginning and you're in for one hell of a ride.

Yeah, that's the scene they're trying to film.

yeah dude
just dont eat meat today
its that simple

Ended up getting pizza anyway

Tired of the anxiety

I think so, but I'm not good enough to sit and read novels though. I stick to short stories.

I grew a goatee and it's the first time in 25 years that I don't hate my own face.

whats it called?

star wars

please

just wanna jerk off into oblivion

The source of my anxiety is my tendency to get stuck with circular thoughts.

I watched that film just yesterday because I have a recent interest in Japanese film
anyone seen Harakiri?

Samurai Shampoo

Tbh the anime is just as good or better, you should check it out.

ty for the laugh, genuinely

no but it's Kobayashi so I can safely say it is good. My uni gives us free access to some online film collection and I've been meaning to watch it.

seven samurai by Kurosawa

thank you

No problem, man. It's a movie that in my opinion you only need to watch once in a great while. It's three hours long, and because of its great influence the plot has become so commonplace that it is almost boring. The cinematography is great, and Toshiro Mifune and Takashi Shimura put one some good performances. If you would like a more exciting Kurosawa movie, The Hidden Fortress is also very good. I would recommend Throne Of Blood, which is one of my favorite films, but that would be a bit hypocritical to my aforementioned gripe because it's an adaptation of Macbeth.

The process of labor freedom consists in the workers possessing the product of their labor and enjoying it. The natural tendency existing counter to this process in late capitalism is the "service industry." It solves the problem of labor attempting its own freedom from the state in two ways: firstly, it negates tangible production, and secondly, it redirects servile enmity. In so called "industrial nations" the majority of goods and commodities produced are tangible. Chinese producers flood the steel market at the behest of the state. In situations like this, the matter would proceed thus: the workers possess the steel (i.e. hold it to ransom from the proprietor), the workers attempt to sell the steel and distribute the proceeds, the workers are crushed by the (in this case Chinese) state with the help of those other state-industry complexes dependent on Chinese steel exports. Although actually possession seems a necessarily dire circumstance it is, in the context of tangible production, possible, and theory turns to insurrectionary logistics. In the case of the service industry, the workers by definition cannot possess the product of their labor. Take the case of the fast-food conglomerate's lowest employee, the fry cook. What product of their labor would they regard as theirs? Would they appropriate the uncooked half-meat patty substitutes, frozen in stacks? Perhaps the boxes of frozen french-fries stuck fast to themselves in bundles mocking the emblem of fascism? Even if they could reliably appropriate the most (but by no means actually) tangible product of their labor, currency, they would find at their disposal nothing but register cash-on-hand: that meager portion of the financial outcomes that hasn't yet been carted away to be assimilated into total corporate earnings. In other instances the products are yet less corporeal: day-cares (of all varieties), schools, law offices, repair shops, even grocery stores are all mere distributors of one form or another (though at least pilfering of the medical profession may afford a handful of addicts some comfort). At every turn, the worker is confronted by his alienation from his livelihood, thus himself, and is compensated with a fistful of paper. Servants of the state know exactly how worthless this paper is: the service industry workers who attempt to appropriate the product of their labor will find themselves grasping air while staring down gun barrels. "Indeed," preen the statists, "go ahead and try. The vacancies left by you criminals will be filled, and drive down unemployment."

And, predictably, this sentiment is hurrahed by the idiot majority, which demonstrates the second aspect of mental manipulation into slavery particular to the service industry. The service worker is doubly enslaved, and must serve two masters: "the customer is always right." When e.g. a cashier at a Burger King drive-through is told "I want my burger medium well," they are bound by legal stipulations to order for the customer a nevertheless well-done burger. When said customer foreseeably explodes into an indignant fury, it is the cashier who must, smilingly and unflinchingly, take the abuse. The boss or manager may then come along afterward and say, "Better luck next time." In this way, the rage elicited by the psychological toll of absolute servility is transferred seamlessly from the proprietor to the customer (who is likely also a service worker in the "developed" world). Whoever has worked service knows how malicious and loud the laughter is once the customer is out of earshot. The solution for the service worker, though in different circumstances, is the same horrifying solution that confronts all persons alienated from their labor: a drive toward self-sufficiency, as nearly as it can be attained. If the slightest breath on the web of world production may rile the venomous and stealthy state spider, one must simply leave off relying on its scraps. This is much more easily said than done, which brings us to how best to acquire land. But that is a separate matter.

Cliff pls go

Tormenting Yojimbo right now boys, looking forward to it

>Tormenting Yojimbo right now boys

Where is this bodyguard you're torturing and are you planning to film it?

fuck
I meant torrenting

'twas merely in jest gentle simpleton

if you like the comedic aspects of Yojimbo (what few there are) check out Seijun Suzuki, specifically Youth of the Beast, Tokyo Drifter, and Branded to Kill.

The shots in that movie are fucking amazing. I love the influence Kurosawa had on the western genre, it's very fascinating.

I wish i could play the piano

A friend of mine just told me that he is planning to do karaoke at the bar he works at tonight, and for whatever reason i found considering that to be a rather strikingly emotional experience. I find that there is a great emotional power in the love of friendship, on a level that is very difficult to parse through. Regardless, it's obvious that our friendships are some of the most important aspects of our lives. It's funny for me to say this, because I am not the most social creature you will meet, and in fact spend most of my time alone. However, it's clear that the people who I have managed to keep close to me really provide most of the meaning in my life, without providing the structure.

homo

I just read the stranger by camus and I don't know what all the hubbub is about

Now I find myself stripping every notion of wavering bias: plucking threads of thought down to their essence, asking the only question which matters to begin an attempt at honest deliberation: what is the hard facts which are known and would be difficult to repute? This milieu of thought keeps subjectivity and personal bias in view, but also brings on a sluggish mental state wherein the idle freedom remembered as youthful naivete is abandoned: replaced by disciplined thought conditioned for survival and to reduce future humiliation, ill-judgement, and pain.

The method that I find to have the most utility and also enjoyement is to strip questions down to their most abstract terms, but then proceed to answer those questions with full impunity, applying mathematics, science, art, history, politic, and philosophy in order to construct a coherent theory.

Mine is really based on the moral humanistic value of the question at hand. Whether something is authentic and 'good' or 'useful' but really this is an automatic function I've trained myself into, leading to me pondering the quality of Cheetoh crisps as if its very existence prompted close examination: it gets tiring, in a funny way.

Oh I thought you meant in regards to the 'big' questions. Luckily, I have a flippancy in most aspects of life, but unfortunately, it is hard to shake and it is only recently that I can find myself giving due dilligence to the questions that deserve to adsorb my time.

Have you tried writing, and applying your seeming defect of thought into a tool into an analytic process that could produce insight?

Writing is like hitting a snowball soaring through the air with a baseball bat: in this analogy the snowball is whatever idea I'm currently toying with and the bat is me sitting my butt down to write. When the bat hits the snowball its just fun watching the unique once-in-a-million way that snowball explodes against the wood: the joy of this analogy is that unexpected things could fly out of the snowball: like blood, or money, or an eldritch abomination. Swinging the bat and taking the hit is just half the fun.

I apologise if I sound like an autist. I haven't slept.

I regret breaking up with my girlfriend.

She was so sweet, and smart, and cared about me as the central figure in her life. She was so beautiful.

She was also depressed. Being around other people would make her so frantic and scared. She would look at me with those tired, brown eyes, always tired, and ask me with that little anxious, voice if we could go home and I would say of course and we would lie down and I would tell her she would be okay and I don't know if she believed but she loved me for being there for her regardless.

We never fought. She was so kind to me. She cared. I wanted to protect her. She didn't care about getting married and didn't want kids, what she wanted most was to be a housewife. She would cook and clean for me. She was strong in intellect but loved being submissive to me. I don't know how many times I came inside her while she called me daddy in that sweet southern voice of hers.

How the fuck could I lose interest in her? Why did I leave her for someone else. I feel like I don't know how to love someone else for more than a couple months before getting bored. God fucking damn it.

Moving in just 2 days. I have some spending money. Got drunk last night. Good resumes should get me a job before long. Will be paying my own bills soon enough. Will be back on my feet. Will continue writing. Will continue to make more money from said writing. Life is great even though right now I'm technically homeless.

>almost a year
That's no time at all. Slow down a little.

I'll just copy and paste what just wrote in an another thread.

>read every day; finished Crime and Punishment yesterday, now reading Vita Activa by Arendt and a book about philosophy of science
>be an "exceptionally good" writer, have written two novellas
>lift five times a week, focusing both on strength and aesthetics; be stronger than 95% of people my weight, and not bad looking
>pray, meditate and read the Bible daily
>sing well
>no-fap, no porn and no premarital sex
>be thrifty and prudent; own 9000 euros + about 3000 euros of receivable debt, and a newish car
>do well in uni, be respected among peers
>have a job for the summer, and most likely for the summers to come as well, and do volunteer work, too
>be considered funny, and an interesting conversationalist
>be confident, but not arrogant: know when you are good at something, but always acknowledge your shortcomings, which there still are plenty of
>have clear plans for the future and move towards my goals steadily
>always seek to improve yourself in every way
>still no gf, because women are so basic

Is it really too much to ask to find a girl, who has the same attitude towards life as I do? We have duties towards God, our country, the people around us, our ancestors and our future descendants, and I seek to fulfill these duties the best I can. I want to become the absolute best man I can be, but I'm yet to meet a girl who wants to become the best woman. I just want someone to walk this road with, but even the Christian women I meet tend to be pretty vapid and average. I know girls, who would undoubtedly become my gf if I asked them to, but none of them are of adequate "quality" for me.

>tfw no muse, who would become the mother of my children

Sure you did, user, sure you did. You're probably.. a genius or something.

harakiri is kino

8th of April, 2017:
It's too dull to cut properly now. It's akin to cutting steak with a butter knife. It tastes good though. I think about her sometimes.

It's fantastic, probably one the best movies I've seen.

>thinks 9000 euro isn't poverty tier
>incapable of having fun, ascetic to the point of acedia, not realizing this is an affront to God
>blind to the intensity of fedora-tipping in his view of women

Hue.

i think jordan petersons "self-help" stuff is actually pretty good and at the same time people should avoid his political bullshit.

same. i'm sorry, user. i know it sucks big time. sometimes it gets so bad that i nearly blow my brain off.

Time to take a break from this board again.

t. offended tumblrina

I meeting up at the movies with this QT later who is six years older than me (she's 29), we've been chatting for a few days now and seem to really get along. But it's really hard to tell if we're flirting with each other or if she's just really friendly. We've really hit it off a few night ago at a bar with some friends, but she was kind of buzzed, so I don't know if I'm just imagining things.
My life's been getting a lot better lately, would be nice if this fling should also work out.
Going for a run now to get that self-esteem/dopamine boost I usually get after a long run, hopefully I won't sperg out like I sometimes tend to do.

it aint boring. if you compare it with the american movies it influenced it might seem so because it lacks what americans added, which is junk, but that movie is a masterpiece that is anything but boring. theres a thousand details you are not yet aware of.

high and low is another great one.

About a week ago I found myself in a town I had never visited before. Exploring the main street I chanced upon a small book store and, noticing that they had a special offer available on 'classics', decided to take a look inside.

The selection of books was quite modest to say the least. I had read or owned most of the books and was only interested in one, Thucydides. To take advantage of the offer I had to purchase two books from the selection and it was an offer I thought worth taking advantage of. After several minutes considering my options I decided on a Nietzsche I had not read.

Upon paying for my books and starting to leave I was greeted by a man, likely the owner, at the door. He asked me what books I had selected. I replied that I had selected History of the Peloponnesian War and Thus Spoke Zarathustra. He laughed and told me to have a nice day. I said nothing and went on my way.