/lit/ - Literature

>>21060328
Please I've already ejaculated three times today..

>>20741517

I've never heard or read anyone make a well-circumscribed distinction, and I just can't seem to get it.

If you know of a good essay that would be cool too.

>>19070700
God I wish that were me.

I have no idea what female child molesters get out of little boys but I wish I was a little boy again so I could find out.

>>18439213
Whatever demon had been assigned to escort me to my flaming mausoleum.

Is there any book that explains those first few seconds after you wake up where you can sort of see yourself and your life from an outsider's perspective and realize how much of a loser you are, until your brain notices that and re-activates those comfortable delusions you have about why you are the way you are and how you're going to change etc etc etc and so on

Any books on sexual ethics/purity?

>>16605854
>mfw norm MacDonald thinks Hick's is a hack

pls can one of the girls in this thread join the discord and be my fren. i'm reading the expanse right now.

I feel a bit guilty for eating animals when I see the calf's chasing each other around the paddocks. When you live a sheltered life your idea of cows is just a big beast who stands in a field eating grass all day, which is true later in life but when they're young they're so playful.

I think taking a moderate approach here is good, if you change slowly at least the animal farming corporations can have time to adjust. So having vegetarian food 2-3 times a day to is a better compromise then the extremist view of no animal products at all. All that does is create push back from billion dollar corporations.

That being said I don't even know where to start on a vegetarian diet, and I struggle enough with an animal product diet.

>be me
>met this really cute girl and we've been chatting for a while
>feel like things are hitting off and that I'm finally going to get my first girlfriend at 26 (better late than never right bros?)
>having a philosophical conversation
>she says she believes in God
>I suddenly feel a heavy feeling of disappointment and disgust
>I ask her why she would believe in such a stupid fairytale
>she looks shocked and had the audacity to say "What exactly do you mean by that?"
>I stop walking and just look at her while holding back tears
>she says in such a fake way that it's been nice but she has to go
>realize I'm messing up my only chance of losing my virginity
>I wanted to grab her by the arm as she leaves because that's what cool men do in many of my favorite movies
>accidentally grab her too hard and beg her not to leave
>she tries slapping my arm away like the weak whore she is
>I decide to bite her fingers to atleast get some sort of a taste of a woman in my life
>she screams for help and calls ME the psycho?? and then some fucking mudslime simp tries to catch me to cockblock me because he probably thinks he's a chad
>run as fast as I can (I knew my running classes would pay off someday
>go back home and release tears of frustration because I couldn't handle this much longer
>a few weeks later after watching Jordan Peterson to understand females better and to improve myself
>feeling much better and actually have hope again
>decide to have a quick check on her Instagram
>she recently posted a few selfies of her hanging out with that fucking Arab-looking piece of shit who chased me down
>lose all hope and take the black-pill for good this time

Bros.. she's white with these gorgeous light brown sparkling eyes and so beautiful yet she's hanging out with that stupid fucking douchebag? I genuinely want to kill myself. I cannot even explain the rage.

Any books for this feel?

brain sort information fastly, marketers abuse their fast brain with their techniques. it's not humans fault but marketers for manipulating human nature

>>16093653
there's literally only one thing you need to learn to understand pandemics and you don't even know it.

>>16011124
I’m afraid it did, anon.

I guess that all of us who are not in the 20% who gets the 80% can forget about our dream girls. I'm kinda getting tired of seeing "tall" as the first adjective women use when they describe their perfect men. I'm 5.4 and that shit makes me feel like I don't deserve to be loved. But if I'm here it's because my genes are good enough, right? Millions of years of evolution can't be wrong. The truth is that I never really had a tendency to self-consciousness or insecurity, and life is supposed to be hard anyways. So at least we can be more rational, control our feelings and use our will and intelligence to become successful in life. Stoicism is the way to go.

How do i force travel my spirit to a different version of me

I want to write a book like south park? How would that work?

Is there any value to developing good literary habits in my early 20's? Why not just stay up till 3am playing games?

>tfw born just in time to see the old cultures present only in the old, frail, and dying

Why does Wittgenstein's voluntary enrollment into the austro-hunagrian army and his courage in battle say more about Ludwig than any of the books he wrote (even the children's book)?
>bonus: How do you feel about his last dying words?

is it possible to live off being an author?

Do I have potential? I want to go all in because my parents are starting to force me to get a job which I understand but i don't want to be a wagie for the rest of my life.

The boy's head beat to the sound of drums as he stood in the corner of the elevator descending into the red labyrinth with his hands frozen on the bar counting to one-thousand and staring below his feet, which situated a cracked glass sheet: in order that he may meet his father who's premature absence was responsible for his dysfunctional pre-teen psyche – the moods and behaviours he often exhibited towards others unfamiliar – and reclaim the life that once belonged to him a couple of years ago; he had not the faintest idea as to the reason for his summons in this particular location, as all he knew were the coordinates from the letter he had received not a few days earlier, nor for what purpose or extent the law was involved, but his faraway mother was his only concern, his passion, his zest, and for that he kept on.

As he was pondering his home, the elevator door jerked open, exposing a still hallway that veered with a bent to the left. He felt naked.

is it possible to live off being an author?

Do I have potential? I want to go all in because my parents are starting to force me to get a job which I understand but i don't want to be a wagie for the rest of my life.

The boy's head beat to the sound of drums as he stood in the corner of the elevator descending into the red labyrinth with his hands frozen on the bar counting to one-thousand and staring below his feet, which situated a cracked glass sheet: in order that he may meet his father who's premature absence was responsible for his dysfunctional pre-teen psyche – the moods and behaviours he often exhibited towards others unfamiliar – and reclaim the life that once belonged to him a couple of years ago; he had not the faintest idea as to the reason for his summons in this particular location, as all he knew were the coordinates from the letter he had received not a few days earlier, nor for what purpose or extent the law was involved, but his faraway mother was his only concern, his passion, his zest, and for that he kept on.

As he was pondering his home, the elevator door jerked open, exposing a still hallway that veered with a bent to the left. He felt naked.

is it possible to live off being an author?

Do I have potential? I want to go all in because my parents are starting to force me to get a job which I understand but i don't want to be a wagie for the rest of my life.

The boy's head beat to the sound of drums as he stood in the corner of the elevator descending into the red labyrinth with his hands frozen on the bar counting to one-thousand and staring below his feet, which situated a cracked glass sheet: in order that he may meet his father who's premature absence was responsible for his dysfunctional pre-teen psyche – the moods and behaviours he often exhibited towards others unfamiliar – and reclaim the life that once belonged to him a couple of years ago; he had not the faintest idea as to the reason for his summons in this particular location, as all he knew were the coordinates from the letter he had received not a few days earlier, nor for what purpose or extent the law was involved, but his faraway mother was his only concern, his passion, his zest, and for that he kept on.

As he was pondering his home, the elevator door jerked open, exposing a still hallway that veered with a bent to the left. He felt naked.