/lit/ - Literature

>>13882601
When I was little I wondered why I wasn't a born millions of years ago as a dinosaur, and it made me real sad.

The tears on my sleeve are more reliable than you

They at least appear when I am sad.

>>11387108
plz no bully i am going to cry ;_;

anyone else feel like they have trouble articulating their thoughts into words or you mistranslate what you really want to say and you end up mumbling some autistic shit? how does one go about fixing this?

and since you are going to ask, yes the anime girl in this picture is indeed me.

i just wanna talk to a girl detsu i see them all the time when i go outside but i never get to know them everyone here has stories but not me girls never talk to me and i have so much to talk about i read about everything i even read about pretty girls sometimes

Sometimes, when I'm not in misery, I wonder if my Anti-Natalist world-view holds any water.

Sometimes I get scared I'm killing another human being by sealing off reality when all it would take is a will and a desire to bring them into this life. I feel that I am god as I exist, and it would be horrible for me to not bring another human being into this world because life is fundamentally a good thing.

I think like this, and then I go outside and see the modern world and the destruction it has given to the people that live inside of it. I can't go for a walk without seeing a noose under a highway and dead animals littering the road.

This life foils the natural free-will of human beings. I picked up a pine-cone and split it in half in the woods the other day, and it was one of the only times in my life I've ever directly impacted the world around me out of my own volition. It's sick to put more people through such a thing.

This world wrests all of the freedom from your hands, and it's wrong because human beings need to be free.

My father told me that he brought me into this world because he believes that all suffering is provisional, but I see that adult life in an industrialized world is nothing more than a perpetual hum of low-level misery, so why bring a person into a world that is ultimately destructive and painful?

I walk the streets and wear a smile so as to lie to children so they live in hope of the future, but I know there's nothing truly good coming for them.

A job is "wage-slavery", and it's all very unstable.
You jump to the clap of another human-being, or you will starve and lose everything.

Why bring life into a world with hierarchical structures so cruel? It shouldn't be that way, but it is.

You suffer and escape into media to try and get away from the harshness of life, but why live in a world you must run from? Why not accept that "love" can only come from a closely bonded tribe that no longer exists in an industrial world?

I feel that the human species is perfect in an imperfect world that has cheapened and acted as a destructor toward human-life.

Sometimes, when I'm not in misery, I wonder if my Anti-Natalist world-view holds any water.

Sometimes I get scared I'm killing another human being by sealing off reality when all it would take is a will and a desire to bring them into this life. I feel that I am god as I exist, and it would be horrible for me to not bring another human being into this world because life is fundamentally a good thing.

I think like this, and then I go outside and see the modern world and the destruction it has given to the people that live inside of it. I can't go for a walk without seeing a noose under a highway and dead animals littering the road.

This life foils the natural free-will of human beings. I picked up a pine-cone and split it in half in the woods the other day, and it was one of the only times in my life I've ever directly impacted the world around me out of my own volition. It's sick to put more people through such a thing.

This world wrests all of the freedom from your hands, and it's wrong because human beings need to be free.

My father told me that he brought me into this world because he believes that all suffering is provisional, but I see that adult life in an industrialized world is nothing more than a perpetual hum of low-level misery, so why bring a person into a world that is ultimately destructive and painful?

I walk the streets and wear a smile so as to lie to children so they live in hope of the future, but I know there's nothing truly good coming for them.

I turn 22 soon and fell terribly in love with a 14 year old girl this November. Feels like a joke because I have feelings for her that transcend sex entirely, couldn't even imagine going past a kiss which perfectly embodies the odd sensuality she's engendered. I just want to take care of her, make her smile, hug her when things aren't going well and above all just be around her. Can't even focus on reading or studying and have to become avoidant because just her voice makes my skin tingle. It's all so awful and embarassing, but the opposite of perverse