/lit/ - Literature

In your fear of creating something normal and unimpressive, you stare at that blank canvas of life long enough and you wait until all the paint dries up, and your heart stops loving life, the fire in your soul turns into ash, your flesh turns into bones and your dreams and thoughts fade into oblivion.

In your fear of creating something normal and unimpressive you stare at the blank canvas of life long enough and you wait until all the paint dries up, and your heart stops loving life, the fire in your soul turns into ash, your flesh turns into bones and your dreams and thoughts fade into oblivion

instead they will get worse and worse

I had another dream where I assassinated Robert Frost.

coping's became real hard lately
Just fucking end it already

>>17939647
>tfw you realize marriage really is a thing of the past

>>17551112
>mfw I see /lit/'s slow decline into plebbit-tier leftism with threads like these