/fa/ - Fashion

[Anonymous No.13089696]

Rate my get up please /fa/

[Anonymous No.13089707]

>>13089696
vancouver/10

[Anonymous No.13089730]

>>13089696
Probably went to St. George's/10

[Anonymous No.13089859]

>>13089696
new money little emperor/10

[Anonymous No.13089870]

>>13089696
UCLA or some UC/10

[Anonymous No.13089883]

>>13089696
Oh, you're also posting other threads as well. Great. Well, since you're obviously the type of socially maladapted young man who enjoys inspiring the ire of anonymous Internet users, I'll indulge your little hobby for a moment as an act of kindness.

I'm sure you'll reply to this post as well as all the others, in which case I'll just assume your words were appropriately snarky and indicative of your deep yearning for encouragement and attention, even if such attention comes in the form of abuse and vituperation. And you probably enjoy that as well. It stokes the little coals of developmentally retarded masculinity sitting somewhere inside you. It gives you the validation and acknowledgement you wish you had from your materialistic new-money family. It gives you some sense of meaning, places you in a context you can push against, like the the weight of the stone giving meaning to Sisyphus' eternal punishment.

In times past, young men like you were the terror of the earth – rapists, conquerors, usurpers of tribal bloodlines. You would have been part of a gang. You would have known the taste of blood at your tongue, the dry panicking heat of combat squeezing the guts out of your chest: the deepest and truest sensations of man. But now all that is lost. You have no gang, only a small clique of friends who drink bubble tea, bitch about fashion, and collectively fuck around on their phones when they aren't submerged in the shallow, unexamined everyday lives of unexceptional university students.

Maybe this diatribe will inspire you to change. It probably won't, but I like to imagine that it could.

Now get the fuck off this board.

[Anonymous No.13089896]

>>13089883
is this pasta?

[Anonymous No.13090393]

>>13089896
Oh, you're also posting other threads as well. Great. Well, since you're obviously the type of socially maladapted young man who enjoys inspiring the ire of anonymous Internet users, I'll indulge your little hobby for a moment as an act of kindness.

I'm sure you'll reply to this post as well as all the others, in which case I'll just assume your words were appropriately snarky and indicative of your deep yearning for encouragement and attention, even if such attention comes in the form of abuse and vituperation. And you probably enjoy that as well. It stokes the little coals of developmentally retarded masculinity sitting somewhere inside you. It gives you the validation and acknowledgement you wish you had from your materialistic new-money family. It gives you some sense of meaning, places you in a context you can push against, like the the weight of the stone giving meaning to Sisyphus' eternal punishment.

In times past, young men like you were the terror of the earth – rapists, conquerors, usurpers of tribal bloodlines. You would have been part of a gang. You would have known the taste of blood at your tongue, the dry panicking heat of combat squeezing the guts out of your chest: the deepest and truest sensations of man. But now all that is lost. You have no gang, only a small clique of friends who drink bubble tea, bitch about fashion, and collectively fuck around on their phones when they aren't submerged in the shallow, unexamined everyday lives of unexceptional university students.

Maybe this diatribe will inspire you to change. It probably won't, but I like to imagine that it could.

Now get the fuck off this board.

[Anonymous No.13090411]

>>13090393
Cringe.

[Anonymous No.13090417]

>>13090411
Oh, you're also posting other threads as well. Great. Well, since you're obviously the type of socially maladapted young man who enjoys inspiring the ire of anonymous Internet users, I'll indulge your little hobby for a moment as an act of kindness.

I'm sure you'll reply to this post as well as all the others, in which case I'll just assume your words were appropriately snarky and indicative of your deep yearning for encouragement and attention, even if such attention comes in the form of abuse and vituperation. And you probably enjoy that as well. It stokes the little coals of developmentally retarded masculinity sitting somewhere inside you. It gives you the validation and acknowledgement you wish you had from your materialistic new-money family. It gives you some sense of meaning, places you in a context you can push against, like the the weight of the stone giving meaning to Sisyphus' eternal punishment.

In times past, young men like you were the terror of the earth – rapists, conquerors, usurpers of tribal bloodlines. You would have been part of a gang. You would have known the taste of blood at your tongue, the dry panicking heat of combat squeezing the guts out of your chest: the deepest and truest sensations of man. But now all that is lost. You have no gang, only a small clique of friends who drink bubble tea, bitch about fashion, and collectively fuck around on their phones when they aren't submerged in the shallow, unexamined everyday lives of unexceptional university students.

Maybe this diatribe will inspire you to change. It probably won't, but I like to imagine that it could.

Now get the fuck off this board.

[Anonymous No.13090420]

>>13090417
Cringe.

[Anonymous No.13090431]

>>13090420
Oh, you're also posting other threads as well. Great. Well, since you're obviously the type of socially maladapted young man who enjoys inspiring the ire of anonymous Internet users, I'll indulge your little hobby for a moment as an act of kindness.

I'm sure you'll reply to this post as well as all the others, in which case I'll just assume your words were appropriately snarky and indicative of your deep yearning for encouragement and attention, even if such attention comes in the form of abuse and vituperation. And you probably enjoy that as well. It stokes the little coals of developmentally retarded masculinity sitting somewhere inside you. It gives you the validation and acknowledgement you wish you had from your materialistic new-money family. It gives you some sense of meaning, places you in a context you can push against, like the the weight of the stone giving meaning to Sisyphus' eternal punishment.

In times past, young men like you were the terror of the earth – rapists, conquerors, usurpers of tribal bloodlines. You would have been part of a gang. You would have known the taste of blood at your tongue, the dry panicking heat of combat squeezing the guts out of your chest: the deepest and truest sensations of man. But now all that is lost. You have no gang, only a small clique of friends who drink bubble tea, bitch about fashion, and collectively fuck around on their phones when they aren't submerged in the shallow, unexamined everyday lives of unexceptional university students.

Maybe this diatribe will inspire you to change. It probably won't, but I like to imagine that it could.

Now get the fuck off this board.

[Anonymous No.13090446]

>>13090431
Cringe

[Anonymous No.13090455]

>>13090446
Oh, you're also posting other threads as well. Great. Well, since you're obviously the type of socially maladapted young man who enjoys inspiring the ire of anonymous Internet users, I'll indulge your little hobby for a moment as an act of kindness.

I'm sure you'll reply to this post as well as all the others, in which case I'll just assume your words were appropriately snarky and indicative of your deep yearning for encouragement and attention, even if such attention comes in the form of abuse and vituperation. And you probably enjoy that as well. It stokes the little coals of developmentally retarded masculinity sitting somewhere inside you. It gives you the validation and acknowledgement you wish you had from your materialistic new-money family. It gives you some sense of meaning, places you in a context you can push against, like the the weight of the stone giving meaning to Sisyphus' eternal punishment.

In times past, young men like you were the terror of the earth – rapists, conquerors, usurpers of tribal bloodlines. You would have been part of a gang. You would have known the taste of blood at your tongue, the dry panicking heat of combat squeezing the guts out of your chest: the deepest and truest sensations of man. But now all that is lost. You have no gang, only a small clique of friends who drink bubble tea, bitch about fashion, and collectively fuck around on their phones when they aren't submerged in the shallow, unexamined everyday lives of unexceptional university students.

Maybe this diatribe will inspire you to change. It probably won't, but I like to imagine that it could.

Now get the fuck off this board.

[Anonymous No.13090461]

>>13090455
Cringe.

[Anonymous No.13090478]

>>13090455
new copy pasta?

[Anonymous No.13090490]

>>13090478
Oh, you're also posting other threads as well. Great. Well, since you're obviously the type of socially maladapted young man who enjoys inspiring the ire of anonymous Internet users, I'll indulge your little hobby for a moment as an act of kindness.

I'm sure you'll reply to this post as well as all the others, in which case I'll just assume your words were appropriately snarky and indicative of your deep yearning for encouragement and attention, even if such attention comes in the form of abuse and vituperation. And you probably enjoy that as well. It stokes the little coals of developmentally retarded masculinity sitting somewhere inside you. It gives you the validation and acknowledgement you wish you had from your materialistic new-money family. It gives you some sense of meaning, places you in a context you can push against, like the the weight of the stone giving meaning to Sisyphus' eternal punishment.

In times past, young men like you were the terror of the earth – rapists, conquerors, usurpers of tribal bloodlines. You would have been part of a gang. You would have known the taste of blood at your tongue, the dry panicking heat of combat squeezing the guts out of your chest: the deepest and truest sensations of man. But now all that is lost. You have no gang, only a small clique of friends who drink bubble tea, bitch about fashion, and collectively fuck around on their phones when they aren't submerged in the shallow, unexamined everyday lives of unexceptional university students.

Maybe this diatribe will inspire you to change. It probably won't, but I like to imagine that it could.

Now get the fuck off this board.

[Anonymous No.13090493]

>>13090478
Maybe, who knows?

[Anonymous No.13091063]

>>13089707
>>13089730
>>13089859

warms my soulless vancouver heart.