Write what's on your mind

He is still alone as far as He is the only being in the category of God. This is what I meant from the start.

the benedict option is looking more and more valid as time goes on

Eggs Benedict? Yes please.

Okay then
>How can one quarrel with their superior?
See Satan

What would Hegel think of Mayweather-McGregor?

I need to cook dinner and I hope my girlfriend isn't sick

Should I shit or hold it in a while longer?

This is the year of my humility. The powers that be decided my thirtieth year was to be spent eating crow. It didn't start so horribly; got a nice raise, got engaged, sunshine and rainbows right? Ha!
Karma caught up with me. I'm not sure what of the myriad of crap I've done managed to bunch up her panties but when she started the shit show I was made well aware the severity of my mystery trespass. Or was it a karmic snowball of events, finally catching up to me?

Freud Mayweather

hold it a while longer or else you might have to shit again later tonight

I've started to realize that by playing vidya a shitload, I became the modern day equivalent of the plebeian gladiator games spectator.

I am not an individual yet I am already 25. I'm just wasting my time, filled with insecurities. I'm gonna continue to read now.

Is this a Neutral Milk Hotel song?

Thinking about hermitting innawoods and starving myself to death. I wonder how it would feel.

This is easily the worst poety ive read in awhile and ive been reading American postmodernism lately so that is saying something, great job!

That took over 50 hours of work, asshole!

t. 14 year old

50 hours of work, asshole
Or smiffy dours of turks, my role...
What doth life?
When fucking yourself with a knife?
In a hole, my bloody asshole.

I've been trying to find a book but can't and only two pieces of information I have in relation to it are 'Amourelie and The She Wolf' it's driving me insane.

Post a thread about it? People on here are usually good at hunting down or remembering even more obscure titles.

I'm mentally exhausted and I haven't read a single page in a week.

Trying to finish a paper and feeling the exact same. Looking for some motivation and considering just working all night into the morning just so I can have the damn thing done. I've read a few chapters of various things here and there though this week.

We are all god.

Care to elaborate? A lot of people have said stuff like this and I just can't be sold on the idea

This is the writing thread. Learn to check the entire board before making threads. Stupid to make a duplicate thread because all it does it delete a more worthy thread from the board.

Girlfriend broke up with me, and I find myself pitying her. No hate, no regret. Just a recognition that she made a mistake and it will probably not work out that well for her. And I feel bad about that, but then again, I can't do anything about it.

What's that mean?

Why pity her?

You tell me.

It probably means you're a self-important prick

You don't think very highly of her, or you think highly of yourself?

I was surprised when I realized it fully, though I definitely had some grasp of the fact, that my parents are not perfect people. Maybe its not that i didn't know, but that I had no real experience with their imperfections. I mean this outside of the small tiny things that happen with frustration, weariness, or other things, but a sort of major showing of a personal flaw. Despite the fact that my mother was slightly drunk at the time I could only feel as if some of the things she said to her target were really things she believed somewhere inside of her. I guess it was the first time I really saw a personal insecurity guide my Mother so heavily. I have been questioning on how it changes my perception of my Mother, and my relationship with her, but I have not come to any kind of conclusion. I am shocked that it took me 22 years of life to realize something that seems to be so basic about being human.

Jesus fuck why did I consciously binge eat 30,000 calories over 4 days???

Falling in love with every guy that I see on the street of this city

>You don't think very highly of her, or you think highly of yourself?
Yea that sounds right.

That's very immature

What would be the right response?

How you are pyting her?

Should I be pitying myself?

Maybe, what happened? In a nutshell

This is retarded as fuck, God is eternal because he is stronger than everyone else, if everyone including God were violent then he would still be eternal since he can simply overpower everyone else.

I got comfy, she got bored.

Good six-word story

what did husserl say to his girlfriend when he got tired of her licking his balls?

Back to the thing itself!

The plain truth of the matter is, you guys are an embarrassment to yourselves, I'm ruthlessly destroying your image and repute, and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. You won't even try to bring me to the table. No peace, eh? How nice it must feel to get relentlessly crushed every day and still be indignant enough to keep a tap on my phone, a gps on my vehicle, and invade pretty much every semblance of a human right I have. Fuck you. Eat shit. I'm done trying to be reconciliatory, I will drive you into the ground. All I have to do is sit around, persevere, and wait. This is for everyone who has to deal with your bullshit. This is for those who don't have the power to fight it.

so simple but that really hurt to read
whats her sun sign and her venus

I almost died in a car crash last night because someone changed lanes without seeing me. Car was on two wheels about to flip and somehow it didn't. I came out without a scratch and now I'm thinking I have a guardian angel or that I have something I need to do before I go. That or it was all luck who really knows?

>its another empty threat

color me surprised laddie hua

She went to rehab.
She said she was happy, she promised she was clean.
I opened her vanity drawer and saw a sharp gleam.
I sighed and sat down.
No shock, no reaction--not even a frown.

I hate poetry.

She cheated on me. It wasn't her fault, though. I wasn't giving her enough attention.
Her hair was brittle from all those years of bleach and dyes.
Gaping holes, three times the size of her grease-filled pores, polluted her face. The sides of her nose, above her left eyebrow, above the right side of her upper lip.

She liked throwing things. When she was excited, she would sling her hands around, back and forth, throughout the air. When she was sad, she would toss pebbles across the small creek on the side of the road near the bus stop. When she was mad, she would shatter wineglasses against the granite countertop.

I was always jealous of people that were fond of their parents. Of course your parents aren't perfect. They're just like you, like me. Human.
Some parents are evil, some are boring, some are detached, some are cool. Just like humans. Parenthood doesn't automatically change anything except, well, now someone has a kid. It's up to them if they change in any way. All parents are still just like anyone else.

My mother got drunk a lot. My father got drunk even more. It's really strange to hear about people who become disillusioned with their parents. There was nothing for me to ever be disillusioned by. I knew the full potential of their disgusting souls as soon as I was sentient.
It depends on one's parents, I suppose. If your parents show no 'badness' outside of disagreeing with you and taking your GameBoy away, you have no real reason to ever think of them in a painfully human way. You have no reason to think of them black-out drunk, you have no reason to think of them cheating on one another, you have no reason to think of them committing crimes.

Your mother is the same person she's always been. Witnessing her drinking has changed nothing, at all. Just keep this in mind. She was already drinking, you just know about it now and are being forced to think about other less-than-perfect traits she may have.

Step one, high school. Step two, college. Step three, more college. Step four, job. Step five, "settle down." Step six. Step six. Step six.
Sustain. Continue. Allow your week to repeat endlessly. Work to make money so you don't starve.
Life is beautiful, isn't it?

Mother's malicious malignment only served her own selfish vindictive purposes, a plan laid out over years, and she played her disgusting role and did it well. She knew the risks, she just never knew she'd get caught; I have no pity for the woman, she will suffer me now. Suffer. That is what you've created, mass suffering, woman. You thought you could have it all, get away with it all, and still be laughing at the end of it? With such hubris you arranged for me to have a handle, a decision many regret now. Regret. Regret. I am not the only one. Suffer me now.

Work in "Crawling in my skin" in that, and I think it's 10/10

I'll work it in over 30,000 times. No worries.

When I smoke outside the library sometime, I hear kids talking, and they're always trying to one up eachother in the whose life is harder game. What you wrote reminded me of that.

I'm not saying you don't have material to work with. Just that the way you expose it makes you sound like one of them, like you're trying to score tragic points.

politics is the last vestige of those afraid of sex and intimacy. the two sides yell death threats at each other from across the room with the same "will they wont they" spirit of a middle school dance. there is no fucking in politics. and yet all of life is fucking.

ya no kidding

It wasn't really the drinking that I was concerned with or shocked by. At this incident she wasn't extremely drunk, just enough to seemingly loosen her tongue, and throughout my life she has always been the type of have a glass or two of wine with dinner or late at night.. I think it was mostly how acerbic and mean spirited she got in the moment. I don't think by far that my mother is a bad woman, she's been a great parent, in my opinion, and a nice person all around.

You act as if I want this suffering. Believe me, I don't. I'm not looking for pity or sympathy, people who have wronged me will get none from me. They beg, they beg, they beg! Please, please stop! This is your family! You're causing us pain! Endless appeals, and I stamp them all "No". That ship has sailed, it is in vain to extenuate the matter, there is only one way this ends. You relent, or I continue. You think I can't continue? Oh, I'll find a way.

You thought you'd won 3 months in. You thought you'd get rid of me 6 months in. You still entertained the thought I might cave 12 months in. Now, 18 months in, its clear for you to see. There's only one way this ends.

Sounds like your life revolves around sex, or its lack, and you're projecting out towards the whole world, but what makes what you wrote insufferable is the garb in which you've dressed up and presented this simpleton's brainfart.

>You can't just openly defy your country's corrupt government as a civilian that they have a bead on but won't (and can't) act to remove!

Dude. Read what you wrote. The kind of language you're using is appropriate only for a Genghis Khan in the process of skinning his enemies alive.

>people who have wronged me will get none from me!
>they beg, bleg. blergh!
>That ship has sailed!!

You're talking about your loved ones being jerks and how you've become poisoned by them, and are now probably just as bad as them. Use language appropriate for the situation.

literature is about presentation first and foremost - theres nothing deeper

>loved ones

That's a good one. Maybe they should have thought of that before deciding I'd be a good head to step on. Does it cause me pain? Absolutely, I take no joy in it. Will I stop? Hell no, not until you make a deal. Or, the alternative, which is much worse. Look guy, I've been trying to settle this family matters bullshit for a long time, and I've given them a fair offer. More than fair, more than fair. They might as well be "skinning" themselves, seeing as they have their finger on the "make it stop" button, and they're free to push it, whenever they want.

You're a massive Norman Bates type faggot.

I wasn't always. I'm not uncaring or unfeeling in everything, just this. I know the stakes and this is personal.

>Does it cause me pain? Absolutely, I take no joy in it.

>Look guy, I've been trying to settle this family matters bullshit for a long time, and I've given them a fair offer.

>seeing as they have their finger on the "make it stop" button, and they're free to push it, whenever they want.

Whatever you say man.

People on this site need to learn how fucking threads work.

Anger. Nuggets guy is dumb.

Does everyone have the right to employment? Where is the line drawn?

No.

Wish there was a way for mods to merge threads. If not they could at least make an effort to prune duplicate ones.

I never realized there was a part of me that wanted to fail. I've never failed. Problems fill my mind every day I spend inside this room, they only go to sleep when my eyes can't focus and the screen gets blurry. I've never had any real problems; I must confess I've been in a safe environment since childhood. Without problems to solve, I didn't develop strength. Never been attached, always pushing off the few friends I have; I hope they don't mind. I'll say it again: I don't have the strength to do it. There is nothing nor no one for me to cling to.
I guess this is the reason I did it. Failure. It wasn't hard at all, you just need a sharp edge and a couple of pills. Of course, the music helped a lot; funny thing, he is asleep now. It felt warm, fuzzy, it wrapped around me until it didn't feel anymore. Like going back to the womb that once held you prisoner, held you safe, perfect.
I never realized there was a part of me that needed to commit...

Deep.

All these lives I touched... The laughs, the stories, two severed fingers, a handful meaningful experiences, arguments... I leave the peace of my house, eager to bathe in the sun, to bathe in the lust of the maidens and the sluts alike, to face the looks of young men who in another era would be the country's greatest hope... I shower in - what? Is it their envy, or admiration? Is there a difference, when I am their enmity? I see all these lives I've touched and I recognise a part of myself in all of them. Do I despite them because I hate myself, or because they failed to be more, to be more like me? I whisper in their ears, gently brush their cheeks, before walking all the way home, to find that she wasn't here. All the lives I touched, and I'm still all alone.

I think I got over you, I'm thinking on dating someone I just met.

I like to think that being a brainlet isn't so bad desu. I've never taken a formal IQ test but I'm positive that my IQ must be below 100. Being inherently inadequate and unfortunate mitigates my pain and shame whenever I happen to perform poorly or lose at something since I'm simply fulfilling my role as a failure by failing. Whenever I somehow come out on top despite my piteous mediocrity, however, I feel as if I'm rebelling against a higher power. Even if only for a moment, surpassing someone who is far stronger, smarter, faster, luckier, wealthier, lovelier, and more industrious feels really fucking cathartic.

Still here man

I feel ashamed of myself but curiosity was killing me, thinking I won't see him ever again and yet here you're talking to me saying you miss me and that you wish I could stay longer. I feel awful because I enjoy it and I shouldn't but why can't I allow myself to feel some sensations that are pleasureble? Doing it as I ever wanted to makes me feel so bad about myself.

Now that I'm through with uni, I'm legitimately considering being a male escort, or signing up for one of those sugar daddy sites, since they have options for men looking for older women. Just to pass the time and make some money, until my job starts.

get yerself tested for ADHD and start throwing back addys
Whether or not ur actually ADHD (I am with flying colors) in most populated areas you can find Gidget-from-the-muppet type psychiatrists who will throw you 30mg a day at the slightest suggestion you "need" medication. I sell the stuff I don't use because I only use it enough to socialize and get work done

Because you shouldn't be focusing on carnal desires and prioritizing them.
Love comes first.
Don't be a vapid, air-headed floozy. Or, go ahead. It's not really my issue. Act as you wish.
No amount of instant genital pleasure or adrenaline rush from a kiss could ever amount to the feeling of love. Anyway, you shouldn't really feel those things from someone you don't love in the first place.

Why doesn't everyone do ketamine? Well, I know everyone in New York art schools do it, but what about everyone else?

I wouldn't know where to get it

of course you're going to feel bad if you let go of yourself and give in to "sensations that are pleasureble [sic]" like that
fucking duh
you should lmfao
anyone who wouldn't feel bad is probably a sociopath tbqh

I don't either. I'm lying, I actually do. The internet. But that's obvious. I just don't want to go through the effort of downloading Tor and a VPN and getting ketamine shipped somewhere nearby.

I guess I'll just stick to the whipped cream cans and percs.

why do you care

I only care as much as she does.
If she has an issue with her own behavior, she should stop. If she wants to continue her current path, by all means, she should. It doesn't affect me either way.

>Anyway, you shouldn't really feel those things from someone you don't love in the first place.

Have you ever had sex with someone you love?

Yes. It's beautiful.

How old are you? And how can you be so sure you love that person?

i have the worst imposter syndrome, i'm not that good at anything, if i try hard maybe get above mediocre, but a lot of times i meet people with better degrees and jobs than me and i know more than them, so i can't be that retarded idk i just can't free my mind from my working class background, maybe the caste system isn't so crazy, i mean it's oppressive n shit, but it's still true that whatever level you are born into is where you expectations through life are going to be anchored...