/lit/ - Literature

>>22440808
>have book youtubers
It's over.

>>19970170
>>19970257
I'm lowkey sad that I can't appreciate good books. I try to read them and get frusterated when I lose interest. I know I am far behind everyone else because I never read in high school, but my dream is to be well-read someday.

>>19969032
>In a world where you assume everyone else is soulless, your own soul dies too.
Damn bro, right in the feels...

I am too stupid for Tolstoy.

Does anyone else feel depressed when they finish a really good book? It's disheartening to consider how much time will be wasted searching for the next kino.

>>17404781
>tfw you moved from country to country during your formative years and as a result don't have a native language

>dreamt I had a gf
>wake up and roll over
>no gf in sight

>>13578708
>WAAAAH STOP SAYING THINGS ME NO LIKE

This is you. Pathetic

I found out Thomas Hardy is a kindred soul with me, believing our lives are basically lamentable because of our fallen nature and our destiny in Hell. Which of his books most represents his philosophy?

>>13460911
There's a storm outside... Can I come and read with you pls

i only have pdfs to hold :(

>>11479738
looks like its going to be hell

Saw people in my room last night, heard voices as well. I don't want to go to sleep tonight /lit/. I'm scared.

>>11239264
it's ok anon

elp! my nu frens left mi an now Im scred alon at darc libery. i don thin dey rely are mi frens animor

>>11120824
“Today, suddenly, I reached an absurd but unerring conclusion. In a moment of enlightenment, I realized that I'm nobody, absolutely nobody. When the lightning flashed, I saw that what I had thought to be a city was in fact a deserted plain and, in the same sinister light that revealed me to myself, there seemed to be no sky above it. I was robbed of any possibility of having existed before the world. If I was ever reincarnated, I must have done so without myself, without a self to reincarnate.
I am the outskirts of some non-existent town, the long-winded prologue to an unwritten book. I'm nobody, nobody. I don't know how to feel or think or love. I'm a character in a novel as yet unwritten, hovering in the air and undone before I've even existed, amongst the dreams of someone who never quite managed to breathe life into me.
I'm always thinking, always feeling, but my thoughts lack all reason, my emotions all feeling. I'm falling through a trapdoor, through infinite, infinitous space, in a directionless, empty fall. My soul is a black maelstrom, a great madness spinning about a vacuum, the swirling of a vast ocean around a hole in the void, and in the waters, more like whirlwinds than waters, float images of all I ever saw or heard in the world: houses, faces, books, boxes, snatches of music and fragments of voices, all caught up in a sinister, bottomless whirlpool.
And I, I myself, am the centre that exists only because the geometry of the abyss demands it; I am the nothing around which all this spins, I exist so that it can spin, I am a centre that exists only because every circle has one. I, I myself, am the well in which the walls have fallen away to leave only viscous slime. I am the centre of everything surrounded by the great nothing.
And it is as if hell itself were laughing within me but, instead of the human touch of diabolical laughter, there's the mad croak of the dead universe, the circling cadaver of physical space, the end of all worlds drifting blackly in the wind, misshapen, anachronistic, without the God who created it, without God himself who spins in the dark of darks, impossible, unique, everything.
If only I could think! If only I could feel!”

>>11023398
You monster

I had sex for the first time /lit/ (I am 25). It was a long journey, I learned not to fear of be concerned with rejection, I learned to curtail the parts of my personality that does not appeal to women, I have become adept at basic inane female conversation. I jumped through all the hoops until eventually I found myself in a woman's bed. Then I when we began having sex I had a fucking out of body experience almost. I had no idea who the person in front of me was, I looked in her eyes but only felt frustrated and confused that I could not derive any meaning out of them. They were not empty pitch black holes or anything melodramatic, it was more like I understand that eyes are meant to be special and hers were not. They were just shapes with color, contacted to more colorful shapes that my eyes followed seamlessly until I was no longer even looking at her. The walls felt much the same as the girl underneath me. I started thinking about video games, movies, books, half-baked ideas I have had. Anything more interesting really. When I finished I felt very distant from her. I had been making her laugh in a taxi an hour before and now I felt mild disgust and a sense of two people trying to hold a conversation without knowing each others language.

I am sorry that this is kind of confessional but the whole experience, only a few hours in the past, disturbed me. I guess I am posting this here because you people are mostly intelligent, and I can't be the first to have felt this way, there has to be some books fiction or non-fiction that deal with this, maybe even help to work through. I don't want to wallow I want to fix this.