/lit/ - Literature

>>17404640
I wish I was as handsome as Kant or Spinoza.

>>16769817
Why do you have to be so mean to me?

>>16768495
might aswell get some critique. Here are my writings: https://www.litpublication.com/
I'm really trying to develop.

>went to sleep well before 2 am
>wake up at 9 am
>lie in bed and browse internet and continue reading slightly upper midwit non-fiction book I started last night
>drink coffee
>start working
>continue working
>realise I have such little work to do because I have so few meetings
>take a break, go back to job
>finish work before 6 pm
>browse internet, drink coffee, eat food
>go for walk at 8.30 (not sure how time passed so quickly from 6 until then)
>go walking in the sunshine
>go for a slightly longer evening walk than usual
>currently on phone; will go jogging then read midwit book

Going for walks on a sunny evening feels kind of pathetic because it feels like I'm pining for more carefree and idyllic university days, because I'm wasting time after work, as if I have lots of it.

I'm reading a non-fiction book about the civil rights act being a mistake. I never buy books anymore, I just download them from LibGen.

I was thinking a few days ago about how quickly time has passed in the last 4 to 7 years. I remember carefree summers between university terms where I'd work a minimum wage job part time. I remember cleaning tables at McDonald's as it was sunny as fuck outside and the large glass walls let me see everyone enjoying life (though I didn't last long at that job). I can't remember if I knew that was my peak at the time. Life is so debased in comparison now. I was so cool back then. I'm turning 30 soon and I've done nothing.

I used to tell myself I'd learn intellectual stuff but I don't really care anymore because I just want money now. Having a house would be kino.

I saw that chainlink (stinky linky) mooned. I have been browsing /biz/ very sporadically for some years, after being a regular when it launched. It's a very based and friendly board. But I haven't invested in anything.

>wake up on Saturday after nowhere near enough sleep because of a boring one off thing
>do chores
>start reading midwit non fiction book; also halfway through the culture of critique
>play vidya (long RPG released in the 00s)
>eat food
>go and buy binge food
>binge and feel really fat
>waste more time online
>go for a fairly long walk but not as long as I've previously walked
>listen to Cum Town, and Eric Weinstein's podcast, and an interview with a cancelled professor (Hsu)
>walking feels pointless; feel sad about not being a physicist that has started 4 companies
>get back home
>intend to go jogging but I can't be bothered; had two shits since eating anyway
>sleep

Before coronavirus the peak of the weekend was always mid afternoon to around 9.30 pm, when I would have lifted heavy at the gym, then gone walking, had my evening coffee, and then a huge fast food binge that felt guilt free. After corona, my Saturday morning reading and vidya is the peak.

I looked at an old hard drive with some university stuff and I remembered how boring and uninteresting it all was. In university I was a totally friendless loser and I didn't even like my subject at all.

I recently finished an extremely long game released in 2020 (first I've finished for years) and I felt a large sad void afterwards because it was a source of escapism. I'm trying to fill it by playing it's older predecessor but it feels like a pathetic time sink. I could read 20 books in the 60+ hours it would take to finish the game.

I stopped playing vidya many years ago because it felt pointless. There are only a few I'm interested in completing. I can totally see that most triple A games are walking simulators or autist timesinks, with similar mechanics to office jobs such as being overwhelmed with mostly superfluous inputs. Clearly the lack of female managers, HR, and culture means that vidya is more appealing for many males.

Feeling sad at being an ugly, almost 30, loser while young people enjoy life.

>finished work on Friday evening, went jogging, browsed internet, slept
>woke up at 9 am on Saturday morning
>played vidya, bought binge food, ate food and had a binge, browsed internet
>went for a, dare I say it, cheeky 11 mile walkerino
>listened to the remaining parts of a podcast with Moldbug on it, then Cum Town, then Nick Fuentes, then Cum Town
>played vidya
>completed a videogame that I've been playing for the past while; over 100 hours on the play through; feel so sad that it has ended
>now lying in bed

I've been watching a lot of Nick Fuentes clips, though his actual show isn't as kino as his highlights.

I'm so old. I'm on the verge of 30. I was feeling so sad that I missed out on any semblance of a fun youth. I haven't watched the movie The Beach but that backpacking stuff is something I've never done. I'm too ugly to enjoy that anyway. I remember the summer after I graduated I googled what it was like to work on a cruise ship, although I never strongly considered it.

I was playing the video game and every little bit of it, even the menus, are more of an achievement than anything I do at work.

I can barely remember more than an outline and a few interesting points from the upper midwit book I read a week ago. There is nothing I can talk about at length or in any detail.

I feel so sad that the vidya is over. I rationed out the last 25 hours over 3 weeks. The game, especially in the first half, was extremely comfy.

>finished work on Friday evening, went jogging, browsed internet, slept
>woke up at 9 am on Saturday morning
>played vidya, bought binge food, ate food and had a binge, browsed internet
>went for a, dare I say it, cheeky 11 mile walkerino
>listened to the remaining parts of a podcast with Moldbug on it, then Cum Town, then Nick Fuentes, then Cum Town
>played vidya
>completed a videogame that I've been playing for the past while; over 100 hours on the play through; feel so sad that it has ended
>now lying in bed

I've been watching a lot of Nick Fuentes clips, though his actual show isn't as kino as his highlights.

I'm so old. I'm on the verge of 30. I was feeling so sad that I missed out on any semblance of a fun youth. I haven't watched the movie The Beach but that backpacking stuff is something I've never done. I'm too ugly to enjoy that anyway. I remember the summer after I graduated I googled what it was like to work on a cruise ship, although I never strongly considered it.

I was playing the video game and every little bit of it, even the menus, are more of an achievement than anything I do at work.

I can barely remember more than an outline and a few interesting points from the upper midwit book I read a week ago. There is nothing I can talk about at length or in any detail.

I feel so sad that the vidya is over. I rationed out the last 25 hours over 3 weeks. The game, especially in the first half, was extremely comfy.

>be me the past few days
>wake up, do work, have a lunch break, do more work
>yesterday it was really fucking sunny so I went for a walk
>left flat at 9 pm for the walk and realised I had missed out on prime sun
>go for a long walk while listening to Moldbug on a podcast
>go jogging afterwards
>lie in bed, intending to read, but just watch Nick Fuentes clips on my phone
>today was almost a repeat but I only went out to buy binge food

I've been literally mainlining Nick Fuentes videos lately. There's not a lot else to report.

>finish working on Friday evening
>play vidya a little and then go to bed, feeling tired
>wake up
>read and drink coffee in the morning: a comfy Saturday habit I've started during quarantine
>finish read upper midwit but short non fiction book
>go to store to buy junk food
>eat regular food and junk food
>play vidya
>go for a long 8.5 mile walk in the sun, while listening to CumTown
>get back home, browse internet a little, then go for a jog
>now browsing internet on phone in bed

I've been watching Nick Fuentes YouTube clips, which are great. I'm jelly of how great of a speaker and how high energy he is. I'm sad that I'm no longer young. But I listened to his actual show while walking and it was a bit dull.

Nothing else to report.

>>13840020
>Even in monasteries
>sodomy
n-no...

What are some sad and truly moving books, /lit/? I want to feel again

>/lit/s making fun of my surrogate dad again

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBKKcxCuH-g

>tfw no lit friend who can be trusted to burn your entire œuvre upon your death

>pa found my modest collection of homo lit
>he doesn't believe my interest in the matter is purely academic

>>9275909
That's a shame.. I was hoping to read into it, maybe try my hand towards that style. It's real natural and doesn't run the risk of becoming a "and then our main hero said" type of novel.

This board is going to be completely shit up for weeks after. Again.

>tfw depression-induced illiteracy

Does anyone else have this? I had a treatment that worked like a month ago but the side effects were dangerous (I guess) so I had to stop. When I was better I was able to read so much more and I loved it. Now I'm just waiting around, wondering if I'll ever be able to read again.

Books for this feel?

>Reading in library top patrician /lit/ for a month now
>Havent met any qt or nonqt lit girl

>When you find out a philosopher already formulated and wrote down all of your ideas 375 years ago

>>8967662
>>Prince Andrei’s little son was seven. He could scarcely read, and knew nothing. After that day he lived through many things, gaining knowledge, observation, and experience, but had he possessed all the faculties he afterwards acquired, he could not have had a better or more profound understanding of the meaning of the scene he had witnessed between his father, Marya, and Natasha, than he had then. He understood it completely, and leaving the room without crying, went silently up to Natasha who had come out with him and looked shyly at her with his beautiful, thoughtful eyes, then his uplifted, rosy upper lip trembled and leaning his head against her he began to cry.

The last couple of chapters in part 1 were brilliant. Part 2 was maybe the dullest yet for me.

>>8503359
>I'd want to suck her tits
>as of late those desires have passed away like the memory of a dream in the morning

I know that feel, anon...

Formed by the appetite that I was on the point of gratifying, she it was, I imagined who offered me that gratification. My body, conscious that its own warmth was permeating Slyvia's, would strive to become one with her, and I would awake. The rest of humanity seemed very remote in comparison with this woman whose company I had left but a moment ago: my cheek was still warm from her tits, my body bent beneath the weight of them. If, as would sometimes happen, she had the appearance of Slyvia Plath in her entirety, which I had just known in waking hours, I would abandon myself altogether to the soul quest of her, like people who set out on a journey to see with their own eyes some city that they have always longed to visit, and imagine that they can taste in reality what has charmed their fancy. And then, gradually, the memory of her would dissolve and vanish, until I had forgotten the maiden in my dream.

How do you deal with the desire to stop living, anon?

>>8372922

>checked

We promised each other we would be at one another's weddings if we ever separated to make sure that we spoke just before the vows were taken.

Now we never even speak.

books about girl meets boy and changes his life.
boy struggles with a death
like bridge of terabitha