/lit/ - Literature

>>9098516
I really like this actually. I think this is a common feeling that you've rendered quite poetically - for that reason, I'd be inclined to lose the word 'munchies', I think we get the idea that you're stoned without it and every time I read it I giggle but in a distracted way not in a good way. Like it feels strange to have "seraph" and "munchies" in the same poem - I can imagine a circumstance where it would work but I'm just not vibing with it here. Also the last two lines feeling a little cliche. I'd be keen to read more poetry like this on similar topics though.

Mine:

The pair spoke every day for two years and, though Dot had come unwittingly to assume something of an authority over Conrad's emotive soul, the whole time the two never dated. Details of each other's meals, snippets of strange conversations eavesdropped on long train rides, stresses and stressors relayed accompanied often with corresponding emoticon - each moment of each day translating itself into an endless string of text messages: emphatic and consistent, yet bereft of tone, nuance or voice.

Conrad grew so accustomed to these rituals that what started as a casual friendship quickly catapulted into romantic obsession. Indeed, when Dot's face - with its broad white smile and alabaster white skin - wasn't blinking before him on a phone screen during the day it was dancing instead daintily behind his closed eyelids at night. Yet as his obsession grew more involved, casual conversation too turned quickly dark and malignant. Almost each hour of each day Conrad pined over Dot like a dog at an empty bowl. Whenever she missed a message or left an unusually long pause between conversation, despair would chew at his gut until he felt sick.

If one were to peer into the relationship from a distance, making note of how often they texted, how deep their conversations delved, how emphatic their goodbyes seemed, one might easily mistake the two for doted lovers. In fact, this was a mistake made by many of Conrad’s friends. But it was, indeed, a mistake and this platonic devotion made Conrad feel at once exalted and pathetic.

He felt a strong desire to cut off communication, feeling on his back the creeping prongs of embarrassment, and yet he found himself unable to do any such thing. He felt committed to this virtual exchange, as though a young lover rushed into an early marriage. Yet he reaped no emotive catharsis from the arrangement. No physical contact, no reciprocated affection. As if faced by a killer and holding a gun, squeezing the trigger only to find it unloaded.

>>8878314
kek

I've used this as an excuse too when my friends have ridiculed me for being a 18-year-old virgin
In the end I just made up a story on how I had a one night stand while drunk and that I regretted it and they believed it
The shame is still there, but at least the others haven't had any laughs on me with the subject

>>8321231
>Girlfriends
>/lit/
nice meme, pic related

>>8321230
I'm pretty much a pleb, some of my favorite authors are Dostojevski, Hyry, Paasilinna and Kafka, though my all-time favorite book is Lord of the Flies

>>8270064

I listen to trap and drill rap exclusively while I write. Currently looping "Panda" by Desiigner and producing only high art.

The Complete Dramatic Works of Samuel Beckett

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