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>>22170927
>As in all things, being an unbearable sperg
>is more likely to drive women away than anything else

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>>18326801
>>18326893
Sorry lads, I was AFK. This is part of a journal of a meta character.

Mother Tellus weeps, her mortal children have fallen. In their lust for power they have gone back in time to what the young would call old, what the old would call ancient and what the ancient calls a myth... If I had to simplify it somehow, I remember the words of a riding desert warrior on my eternal journey: "...My world is fire and blood.", his steed a black mechanical beast and his eyes filled with pain. Perhaps in one way or another we are stuck in his shoes, our souls and our humanity shattered to the point that the only thing left is that primal instinct; the will to survive. We refuse to die even if Anubis, Nemesis, Jupiter, Raguel or Tuoni and Tuonetar themselves would demand that of us, I, if any can testify to that over the ages of time. However, having said all that it's clear that the world and the time we knew... It does not exist anymore. The memory of that yesterday will fade, withering away like everything must in due course. We only know this endless conflict, which I will struggle through as I always have, through war and death. Through hopes and dreams. Through pain and love, through the begining and the end.

My name is Æreton The Wanderluster, welcome to "Dark Tomorrow".

Yucatán, 22nd of April, 2048

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>Schizotypal personality disorder (STPD), also known as schizotypal disorder, is a personality disorder characterized by thought disorder, paranoia, a characteristic form of social anxiety, derealization, transient psychosis, and unconventional beliefs. People with this disorder feel pronounced discomfort when forming and maintaining social connections with other people, primarily due to the belief other people harbour negative thoughts and views about them. Peculiar speech mannerisms and socially unexpected modes of dress are also characteristic. Schizotypal people may react oddly in conversations, not respond, or talk to themselves.[1] They frequently interpret situations as being strange or having unusual meaning for them; paranormal and superstitious beliefs are common. Schizotypal people usually disagree with the suggestion their thoughts and behaviour are a 'disorder', and seek medical attention for depression or anxiety instead.[2] Schizotypal personality disorder occurs in approximately 3% of the general population and is more common in males.[3]

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I passed up my chance but now I remember it every time I see her
I didn't even want her and I knew it wouldn't work and it still feels like this

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>>16744267
>post is almost over, you feel like it'd be a waste
jigger

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Rate one of my favorite passages I've written desu, it's about three years old at this point.

>Red sundress performing a ballet in the wind. The sun is her halo, I feel its warmth on my skin. Frozen in time, he observes this moment. “Femme fatale to snare my heart, where do you lead me? I ask questions to which already know the answer. I have tried to forget. About this time. About this place. About you. But it’s not possible. No matter how much sorrow they provoke nor how much I abuse my body with these poisons, your image remained unpeverted. This is the tragedy of human memory: the things you wish to leave, stays forever and the things you wish to keep, fade like sand seeping through your hands. This path is immaculate, it melts into a sea of green besieged by mountains. We shall follow it, I’ll be behind you, silent in admiration. My face wears a strange expression, lips curl upwards fattening the cheeks, I have seen it before but I no longer recognize it. We shall find ourselves in a clearing in the woods where we shall find serenity in each other’s arms. And it is there where you leave me. I am lost without you. There is only one path out. A murky alley leading to a land of shadows, the ground carpeted with the crown of Christ. I stroll through, basking in the pain. I trusted you… that was my own fault. At least I got to hear to voice as you softly laid your lies upon me. I loved you. And I despised you. “Did it help you to know you had power over me? And how long was it before you grew bored of me? It was my own fault to share my soul with another, a mistake I shall never repeat. But let me enjoy this moment with you.” The image becomes animated, sights, scents, and sensations sever my sordid soul. Her laughter, like nails on a chalkboard to his ears, fills the air and hangs like death. Her slight perfume thrusts the scent of roses upon him. This is too much, he knows he cannot continue without turning mad. He stands still, watching her immerse into the greenery, the reel of the memory continuing to project unaffected by his choice.

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WHY CANT I JUST GO TO THE PORT AND HOP ON A SHIP AS A SAILOR, WHY CANT I BE FREE LIKE THAT?!

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The video linked above starts by saying "I know zen masters with 40 years of experience who don't know what I'm going to be telling you right now"

All his videos are him being the most pompous person imaginable. Gigantic fraud

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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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>mfw I remember being taken advantage of by promiscuous college girls
>mfw my dick and balls convinced me that I loved her
>mfw this happens more than once even though I know better

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Truths of life are so simple that a teenager can figure it all out. There's nothing to life.

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>>13361128
>Top Track by John Maus

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intimacy is for the weak

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>>12999131
why am I filled with fury and oblivion every waking moment?

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>>12889708
Give me a gladius and ill slice my belly open, all im on this earth for is to take ridiculous amounts of LSD

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>>12769215
He's not suffering, the moment he begins to suffer he would end it but he's TOO DAMM HAPPY LIVING OUT HID MISRABLE POINTLESS EX I STANCE
THIS FUCKING SITE IS FULL OF FUCKING FRAUDS

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>>12274035
No they would staff it with working class whites who need salary + benefits so they can have them slaughtered in some middle eastern backyard shithole and clear room for their diverse replacements

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