/lit/ - Literature

>>14955604
N-no w-w-what are you d-doing did you forget ab-about s-social distancing

>>14955604
Only a small one.

>>14955632
Maybe you could hug your pillow for now.

>>14955648
I could give you a big one if you want

I feel so lonely guys

>>14955677
I love your digits!

I hope you won't be lonely for much longer, anon.

>>14955660
Come here, fren.

You do not need hugs or human contact.

>>14955720
Yes, you only need René Guénon.

>>14955604
I have two friends who like reading. We go to the same uni and we would often talk about literature in restaurants and cafes. They went back to their hometowns because the uni is closed. We talk online but it's not the same. We don't smoke cigarettes together anymore.

>>14955744
I'm sorry anon, I hope you can see them again soon.

>>14955744
yeah and i have no friends and I have corona virus 95 percent sure. count your blessings anon.

>>14955744
>We talk online but it's not the same. We don't smoke cigarettes together anymore.
This could be the title of a midwestern emo song

>>14955604
Couple of nights ago I dreamt I was inadvertently hugged and I felt my actually body ooze in relaxation all over.

Last night I felt real arms around me

>>14956120
thats not good

>>14955604
The few here who are responsive to one need it much, and for that reason.

>>14956674
I prefer the company of animals to that of men, they are far better companions tbqh.

No "Write wahts on your mind" thread so Im posting my cringe here.

Begin with a great open space. The cool air is illuminated by pale sunlight and sparse drifts of clouds break up its vastness. Below is the blue ocean. Sun warmed rocks breach the sea and thunder rumbles on the distant horizon. The invisible face which once glided above the waters is now strangely absent. As more clouds role in and the caps of the waves crest on themselves forming sharp points and tumble and turn white. The sea becomes deep and dark and the sunlight dims behind flat iron cloud formations. Sitting on the dock, watching this scene to the sound of boats and buoys rubbing and splashing against each other and the waves, watching the greying of the harbor, the heaving of great unseen momentum, I get the strange sensation of being like cold stone. The horizon blurs beneath heavy grey clouds and mists of rain reach down into the tumultuous sea. I remember past Springs. Emerging flowers and sunlight pushing away the Winter's bite. In the field by the train tracks with the girl from my school, walking down the neighborhood streets beneath blossoming trees to the shop that sold ice cream. Lightning cracks and the trees bend in the wind. Hard darts of rain burst on the surface of waves and clatter against the boats. It has become like dusk and the people pull on their hoods or hurry inside the buildings. Some shout to each other but their voices dull and blend into the racket. A seagull squawks nearby and thunder rolls heavily overhead. I suppose I should head inside before I soak through. I still have much to do. Standing up, the scent of evergreen trees cuts through the salty air. But for a moment, I thought it was cut grass. I head inside. The door creaks, and when it is closed the rains patters loudly against the glass of the window. It is cold.

>>14957814
That was really good. A few minor spelling and grammar errors but overall very solid.

>>14957814
I saved your description of the ocean. Is this from a larger work

>>14957854
>>14957867
Just dicking around. Appreciated.

yes, badly, but only if you are one of my best mates or super cute and super friendly

>>14955604
Fuck off nigger kike

>>14958606
LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!