/lit/ - Literature

Dominance Books
Being Dom with Woman

What's the point of reading? What's the point of writing? You just play pretend in your head.

>tfw you realize how much time and effort goes into writing even a bad book
Makes me feel like giving a pat on the back to everyone who managed to finish such a daunting task, even if the end result wasn't great.

>read Marx
>read Lenin
>read Stalin
>read Mao
>Don't delude yourself that any leftist revolution will be happening in the West anytime soon — especially in Amerikkka
>don't be a shitlib/radlib/lib in general. don't parrot imperialist talking points
Get drunk on hopium that China will be socialist in 2050 even though you have heavy doubts
waste your life shitposting on a certain leftist forum (not bc)
>Actually drink yourself to a stupor with an alarmingly high amount of vodka on semi-daily basis
>suffer from abject loneliness

Congratulations, you are ready to be a legitimate non-lib Western leftist. Here is your complemantry cyanide pills.

diary of a country priest.
fell in literal engulfing love with the narrator and daydreamt about being his friend for months

Any diplomatic/political fiction?

Truly there is nothing out there for people like me.

>got into Stoicism recently
>decide this is it, this is the philosophy i will dedicate myself to living by
>after a year or so of battling severe hair loss finally decide it's time to nut up and take the shaved-pill
>remind myself 'the Happiness of your life depends on the quality of your thoughts'
>heyitdoesntlookhalfbad.png
>feel confident and thankful to Aurelius for his wisdom
>wince as i catch sight of his bust and its beautiful, full head of hair as i place my copy of Meditations back on the shelf but remind myself that 'Loss is nothing else but change, and change is Nature's delight'
>arrive at work feeling pretty positive
>the first thing i here when i walk in is 'omg look at anon!'
>immediate sinking feeling in my stomach as several of my coworkers fail to curtail their laughter
>they begin trying to determine what melon my head most resembles
>one of the girls goes 'anon you look like you just escaped an alien abduction lmao!'
>try to keep a stern demeanor and reflect on a few maxims from the Enchridion
>all I can think of is Death Grips lyrics
>even the rotund latina milf who clears the tables and who i always considered a very sweet person asks why it looks like i smeared sour-cream on my head
>choking back tears by the end of my shift
>get home and immediately look up hats on Amazon
stoicism is a lie

give me a philosophy that will actually help me cope

Can we have a thread where we write and rate each other's stuff?

I'll start with this crappy poem:

The Trail

The gravel crunches below me.
Through the cool rain I press on.
From out of the mist I see Her
Her pale face, Her damp ginger hair.
I smile. She smiles back.
We pass.
I look back vainly, but She’s gone.
Lost in the mist.
Never to be seen again.

I really hope animals can see dreams like us. I hope it's something nice for them all tonight

spent too much time in my imaginary Eden again

Any books where an incel virgin gets laid?

If I have been in a state of non-existence and then was brought to life, why couldn't I be brought to life again after another state of non-existence invoked by the death of my current body?

What's the most relatable book you've read?

>>13515879
chapter 11 final paragraph
oh boi

>>13485790
>You're fucked, lads. RIP American English.
Thank you for the commiseration. Germany had a similar problem prior to WW1, for which they held the Zweite Orthographische Konferenz. My grandfather's German was a result of such reform and I can attest to the quality of it. Speaking proper English in the US today is considered faggy and/or racist, very much like in the movie Idiocracy - though not to as great an extent as portrayed. With the high level of immigration we are currently accepting, such reform will likely be rejected without an unironic genocide.

>pathetically reaching out to everyone you even tangentially knew as your loneliness continues to erode your soul

>>13376608
>I'm on adderall
Please, reconsider this. I am already witness to too much damage from this drug.

>>13229430
I hope the dawn of the New Sun shines brightly on you, fren.

>>12965969

>>12904215
I want to read the finished work. It needs a polish but I like it.

I'm 21 and still haven't decided what to do for a living. I was NEETing for years and now I'm wageslaving in a factory. I want to do more but can't decide.

>>12410910
Honorable pathology,
That which always brought him
To my thread - Anon.
Through storms of derision,
Upbraiding, and condescension.
Toiling always.
Even in sleep.
Heart tormented.
Unwanted.
Despised.
Until he was gone.

The first part of the day went alright but now I'm feeling pretty bad. I woke up at 9:30 and after having my coffee and browsing the web for a bit I worked on my thesis for a while. At noon I went to the post office to pick up a box of snacks my mom had sent me (love you mom), then spent the rest of the afternoon reading philosophy and watching youtube videos and practicing drawing. The sun was shining on me and it was nice and comfy. Then I had to go to my late day class, which this time of year starts right as the sun is setting. It was boring as fuck and the instructor was incomprehensible and I started brooding about why I was bothering with this stuff, which of course caused me to think about how I need to get a job after I graduate this spring and that would almost certainly be worse than this. That made me pretty upset and the walk back home very uncomfortable. Usually I think night is kind of beautiful but all I could see was the ugly buildings and the starless sky and the pallid faces of people through their windshields as they drove past. I started remembering how I have no friends and spend pretty much all my time alone. I got this feeling I sometimes get where it's like everything that's good or bright in life falls away and you're just left staring at bleakness. I felt hollow. Also it was cold as fuck and I left my curtains open by mistake so my room is cold as fuck too. Overall not in a good mental place right now, I'm going to make some cocoa and try to cheer myself up. I need to have dinner too, as all I've eaten today is some toast and a bunch of granola bars (thanks mom) and that's probably not helping.

Thanks for reading my diary.

>Vronsky, meanwhile, in spite of the complete realization of what he had so long desired, was not perfectly happy. He soon felt that the realization of his desires gave him no more than a grain of sand out of the mountain of happiness he had expected. It showed him the mistake men make in picturing to themselves happiness as the realization of their desires. For a time after joining his life to hers, and putting on civilian dress, he had felt all the delight of freedom in general of which he had known nothing before, and of freedom in his love,—and he was content, but not for long. He was soon aware that there was springing up in his heart a desire for desires—ennui. Without conscious intention he began to clutch at every passing caprice, taking it for a desire and an object. Sixteen hours of the day must be occupied in some way
What do I do if this passage describes me to a t.