Write what's on your mind

Write what's on your mind

Dromology

What do you call a mediocre civilization?

A so-society.

I awoke amidst ash of a burned out fire. A solemn mist clung low to the forest floor and my eyes darted wide across a sea of trees and bushes: a howl, unnatural and cruel, pierced the silence. I have no memory of this place

Wondering what a good game is to play with friends.
>waves from from /v/

Is it possible to be loved by a woman who hates herself

My body is doughy and I don't like it. How can I be a true aesthete if my own form does not embody my ideals?

Does praying work?

I forgot berlin
and my shoes

No. Countless of studies have been done on prayer and they've always shown it to be inefficient (or even harmful if praying for a subject who knew he was being prayed for).

If you want something similar that works, meditate.

What if God just invalidates the prayers whenever he knows a study is taking place. Since spirituality isn't something that's supposed to be put on a spreadsheet.

I want to lick black pussy, all day.
Also, Aristotle's form+matter paradigm is pretty much a way to insert movement into Plato's doctrine of Ideas, and is in no way opposite to them.

I should start studying right now.

Why black pussy specifically

A colorful grave is much more welcoming than a dull life.

I wish I could stop standing with one foot in the "I want to live" camp and one in the "I want to die" camp and fully commit to either one or the other.

I wish I still actually enjoyed things.

I wish I could stop being such a weak-minded, depressive faggot who just wishes for things to be a certain way instead of taking steps towards actually making them be that way.

"Studies" that treat God like an animal to be observed always amuse me. I can't believe there are people who'd think that the efficiency of prayer could be measured that way, not that the people conducting them haven't already presupposed the outcome. It's a farce.

I like their color better.

As a schizoid about to take his first job I am a bit worried anxious. I am 28 and about to be married in October. Her mother is helping me get a job as I knocked her up 11 weeks ago. My life has been one of reading and little else. I have no social skills and would rather just read all day.

You don't really need to conduct a study to see that prayers don't work.

I really just want a friend and something to do

I cast off those shackles long ago. Instead of thinking of all the things I didn't have I started thinking about all the things I had overcome. If you can't master yourself, I've got some bad news for you: there are a thousand more things the world is waiting to throw at you that are more difficult.

The sound of my heart races faster. Clock ticking at the rhythm of the thick red water running through my veins.Not anger or disappointment. Realization of what Melissa Cantú once told me 17 years ago; "you can't help but being alone, can't you?" Loveless? No, there is a better word for it. Desireless. Yes, I just invented it. Did I? The helplessness of not being wanted by the opposite gender.
He just got acknowledged for being born by receiving warm hugs and encouragement words from people he doesn't even want to converse with. Me? I salute every one of them, politely, every day. I try to keep my back straight while being addressed to. Chin slightly facing up. Eye contact. Subtle smile. Eyes facing forward, not hovering over their curvaceous breasts. Blessing every sneeze. Forcefully, chuckle any spontaneous joke uttered. And yet, ignored by their cutoff words. Not remembered when it should be. Not greeted when they aren't previously prompted. An extra silhouette on their sight during their daily work.
I get up to the birthday table, next to the birthday boy, wishing him well and poking fun on his appealing towards woman.
He just nervously thanks me.

It happened to me. For a few months, at least.

I'm barely an adult and I have no idea what I want to do with myself, but because my family feeds and houses me I have no push to do anything about it.

I have 19 books coming to me in the mail. I haven't gotten tracking info for a couple of packages so now I gotta watch my porch like a hawk cause its gonna rain most of this week.

Yeah, well, the whole approach is absurd if you consider a proper concept of God, not this thing to be poked at and tested. You could argue even the Bible says prayers "don't work".

IM THE NIGGER AAAAAYYYYYYY

Shit man, I think I may be a schizoid. When did/how can you know? I want to do exactly that but various pressures have kid me into thinking I want money, girls, friends but I can't find any of those desires within me. I've always known this, and now I have friends and past relations that I just wanna get rid off.

Dear God
Why the fuck wouldn't you just create everlasting happiness for humans? Don't come at my with some excuse. This is a real existential weight for me.

Without suffering happiness would just be neutral. Like the way you feel on a day that's not particularly good or bad.

sign me up

Yes but even this dichotomy was created by God

I'm really not good at anything. I've even had people say "You're not really good at anything, are you?" Being objectively worthless is a hard gulp. I don't have the ability to improve no matter what I do. I'm a walking embarrassment. When outside or in company of others I feel exposed. My embarrassment and unfitness to be human is a nudity. This is why I hole myself up. If only I couldn't exist. That's the worst part. My forced existence. My awareness. People I've encountered inevitably give me a spare thought as seeing a stray dog cross the street would give them a spare thought. None of these thoughts are nice. They are all of pity or disgust or loathing. Did you know people can just completely and utterly loathe you despite the fact that you have never exchanged a word or a glance. I've had neutrals tell me this. Tell me of other's expressed disgust for me. The fact that I live in these people's thoughts and lives is unfair. Why would they think of me? I guess because it makes them feel better. Despising me allows them to feel better about themselves. I'm just a whore for the world that think of me as a pity fuck.

As early as 7th grade when I used to hide in school to skip classes to avoid people.
I'd find areas no one would go and sit there for hours just thinking. It got to the point of me dropping out.

I feel like I'm sitting on a goldmine of a story, but when I look at the broader context and realize 90% of writers feels the same way (with the other 10% stuck with writer's block), I attribute less worth to my ideas.

It's been on my mind for about 3 years now and I actually haven't written a single thing beyond the premise and a wider context for the story.

I'm wasting my life.

I spent a decade working on a career I have no interest in. It's not even lucrative. It just seemed like the path of least resistance.

I like kitty kats

god i want sum funyuns

I couldn't move without her whimpering. I leaned down, hugged her, and said she didn't have to do this if she didn't want to, we could stop at any moment.
"I know. It's okay. I love you, and I want to do this with you. The pain is beautiful. I want to do this because I love you, so I embrace the pain that comes with it."
She looked up at me with such innocent eyes. Here she was, in her bed, being penetrated for the first time ever, with the most graceful and naïve face. I don't know how she does it. She kept a stuffed animal on her bed as we lied together. I put her on top of me so she could comfortably control the pace, but I couldn't help but buck forward and dig my nails into her lithe little legs.
Each time I got rougher and faster, I feared the worst, I feared she would scream and tell me to never touch her again-instead, she became like putty in my hands. I squeezed her breast and she inhaled sharply. The gasp was ambiguous, but she touched my hand, led it up to her lips. She sucked and drooled on my fingers.
I grabbed her neck and started squeezing it in a moment of impulsivity. Her face no longer had a powder-white look of innocence. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips covered in our spit. Her glare narrowed, she slowly tilted her head back, closed her eyes, bit her lip. I slapped her across the face. Spasms. Squeals. Gasps. She became a bit limp, jerked her body up a bit and widened her eyes after eye contact, still on me. She giggled in post-orgasm embarrassment.
"We just had sex.."
"Yes, we did; but, I'm not through with you yet."
Her face went blank. I grabbed her by the wrist and forced her onto her knees. She gazed at her lap silently.. She knew what was happening. I towered above her for a bit, curious as to whether or not she'd muster up the courage to take me in her hands without being asked. She gazed at her knees and let out an airy laughter of embarrassment. I grabbed her hair and tilted her head up and told her to suck my cock. The way her cheeks became apples when I told her to do such a lewd and forbidden thing was absolutely adorable.
She had absolutely no idea what she was doing, but every time I would let out a moan or sigh, she instantly got better. In just a few minutes, her lips felt better than anyone I'd ever been with. Unmatched enthusiasm, an eager aura, an unrelenting urge to please me. I told her I was going to cum soon and that she should take her mouth off of me if she didn't want to taste it. She moved her mouth all the way to the base of my cock and her lips touched my torso. Gurgle sounds, tears streaming. A virgin was on her knees in front of me with my cock poking the back her throat. She wiggled her little head and I came down her throat. I expected her to gag and spit the semen out instantly. Instead, she opened her mouth to show me my cum, gulped, and smiled.
A little pervert she is. Smeared blood and protruding ribs. Who knew a virgin could be so deviant?

If a marriage is broken up over a miscarriage is it the kid's fault?

I actually really like those.

There are no decent online communities, I think. 4shit is a hit and miss with a ~ 1:20 ratio.

no, the fetus did no wrong. the miscarriage is the fault of the mother's body, the divorce is the fault of the couple's inability to work things out.

tfw
I want to not want to die and want want to live.

Keyboard's dead.

It works for me *shrugs*

I promised myself to stop watching porn but there's prospects whatsoever of me ever having sex.

I can't help thinking that there was one guy in that cellar who simply didn't care that he was participating in the murder of the most powerful family in Russia at that time. I have this mental image of Tsar Nicholas II demanding to know what was going on, pleading for his family's life, the executioners' retorts, the sounds of angry, turn-of-the-century Russian voices bouncing off the walls, the exchange of words brief and loud, muffled to whomever may have been listening outside. And in the midst of it all, some lackadaisical young man seated on a barrel, preoccupied with trivial matters not unlike the users of this site, loading his rifle, replying with a shrug and mumbling "I dunno" before standing and firing with the others. What's more, how many incidents like this one could have occurred during other historical events? Unimportant details known only to the perpetrators. I mean, even Oswald had to wait around a little bit.

you don't need either

I need a fucking job that lets me make money using my actual skills. I'm sick of retail.

No, its actually just that they're cunts who won't leave you alone. They purposefully and with abandon fuck with your life then get mad at you for resenting them or fighting back.

Everlasting happiness just buy drugs

Fucking dopey cunts all over this thread. You'd think the wisdom in books would make people actually seize the day but instead they're so addicted to their self pity that nothing gets done at all

Somehow still ants on my nighstand even after getting rid of the ginger candy that attracted them two months ago. I'm going to go insane.

kys this thread is for venting. it's mostly hyperbolic anyways. good on you for complaining about complaining tho. I hope a drunk driver runs you into a freeway median.

Man, I don't know if it'd ever get that bad for me. How do you deal with pressures to get involved (when they get applied).

It's the other way around. The more wisdom you receive, the more faults you realize, Mao really was right

My penis says otherwise and he's really restless.

Your male peñor, or are you referring to the rape dungeon gnome's boipussy?

i have a job in finance and don't have the time to read anymore.

?

is this fiction or did this actually happen to you

I need a big cock in my ass right now

My heart leaks blood the same sick shade
as that dress which first showed me love

stop watching so much porn you got damn pervert

Bit gay m8

I'm thinking about writing a story where an alien civilization discovers an abandoned Earth's nuclear weapons stockpiles (the aliens in question had no access to uranium on their homeworld and never bothered with it when they prattled about in space) and the political impact that could have on a species that never really had the kind of destructive capacity they now have access to.

It actually happened to me, it wasn't fiction. We were together for half a year before having sex. We had sex a few months ago. I love her to death. I'd love her even if she were repulsed by sex.

Righto, only need to 1) get a job before getting expelled, 2) get heath insurance, 3) find new place to stay before kidded out of dorm and transfer shit, 4) buy tickets for home, 5) actually do the things before it's too late and the crumbling sand castle's already long washed away. No worries, it'll -, I'll work myself out. rrrrighto.

>he's really restless.
>he

Fuck, that was hot.

I can't get a job. I can't create a job. I can't get anything to go right for me. I want to kill myself.

Try hotels in your area.

i feel u, i have a job, but it just barely pays my bills, but I was waiting for a job to open up above me that paid a middle class level, and the moment has come, earlier than i expected, and i'm about to get passed over for it because some usurper out networked me, so now i have to leave and strike out in a new direction... it's going to suck, but if I don't this will become a dead end for my life

>hotels
>hiring american citizens

maybe if you throw your social security card and birth certificate in a fire first

At the moment I am happy with them as I've been in therapy for a long while to improve myself and get out of my little world. It's hard and I still am unwittingly fighting any progress on it at times but life has sort of forced itself on me to actually take responsibility.

Had she ever done anything sexual with other people, though, besides sex?

i started doing this in 9th grade lol didn't go back for 10th, definitely fucked me up when i went to college years later

chicks that aren't slutty but are still sadomasochistic freaks like that usually got molested by someone growing up

No, not at all. I was even her first kiss. When I kissed her for the first time, she kept her eyes wide open. It was really cute, she didn't think to close them. I pointed it out and she got embarrassed but now she's a really good kisser. I mean, she was never bad, just very nervous. I first kissed her in a public area, surrounded by people. She hyperventilated a bit and kept giggling.
She sounds childish but she's extremely intelligent and, well, even wise--just a very shy and anxious girl, I'd even say tortured.

I think the fact that she has no friends and grew up watching anime has to do with it. Not joking. She was never sexually abused in any way, just extremely sexually repressed because she has some odd, anxious preoccupations.
She really likes Bataille. She's fascinated by the 'dark' aspects of everything because she was very sheltered, I suppose.

holy shit my room smells like shit all the sudden, don't know if it's because someone left diarrhea spray all over the toilet across the hall, a dog left a big dump outside and the rain stirred it up, or if that cheap coffee i brewed is really that foul, fml

my mom thinks im gay because i've never had a girlfriend

coffee smells p similar to skunk

you've never had a boyfriend either, right? mom logic is so bad.

my family thought this forever even though i get laid once in a while, but i never have a gf so they think i don't really like girls, i'm like i'm autistic not a fag, my sister is a stupid ho who gets into serious relationship with the first moron to hit on her after the breaks up with the last moron, so she doesn't get it

My mom knows I'm a loser, don't know what is worse.

I'm such a disgraceful creature. I'm living in a wailful state in a way that I'm too lazy to finish a fucking Stephen King's novelle

During high school, I would watch the special ed kids walk through the halls between classes, and people would wave and greet them, giving high-fives and all that jazz. Then I would walk past those same people and they would give me a high-five. That got me wondering. And it haunted me throughout my high school years.

>tfw little sister is autistic and never leaves her room
She will never be deflowered by chad. Feels good to know.

sometimes it must be nice to be a fat fuck who looks like shit because then you don't have family members acting shocked that you don't have a gf

my sister had one chadish bf in high school, but since college she always fucks dopey losers with cringe personalities, of course she gained weight since high school so maybe the guys that hit on her these days just aren't as good, but she certainly was never very picky

I'm not a fat fuck but I'm piss poor.

she'll end up alone at 30 something, desperate for a rich and stable guy to marry like all the other women who play her same games

i'm poor as shit, that's definitely a problem, but then again i see unemployed dudes who live at home with their mom getting tons of pussy, it's all in your attitude, some dudes just have no shame and apparently women don't really care, but i feel lame as fuck

she's already over 30, she makes 6 figures, so she dates desperate uneducated guys who have no job, so she can dominate them, and they can never leaver her because their standard of living would drop off a cliff without her

i hated people that pandered to special ed kids like that, it was always so forced and patronizing. made me wince to witness

holy shit, jesus christ, dude. i can't really determine whether or not she's happy or miserable.

i need a girlfriend that likes bataille and will let me choke her

Yeah, how are you going to do stuff with you gf in this situation? Ask some relative for money? Fuck that.

...

howw the fuckk does thatt all evenn happenn

Hmm, that's my fetish.

Met her at group therapy and both of us were there working on our social skills. She approached me and said she thought I was cute and funny. All I was doing was reading Pound's translation of Elektra. She asks me out on a date a couple weeks later.

Like forgotten how to socialize entirely? I'm pretty much mute.