/lit/ - Literature

She just texted me she thinks I'm a nice guy but she's not interested romantically. It's over.

>gf broke up with me because my cock's too big
books for this feel?

>>20267804
Guys he's right

>go to the best medical school in my cunt
>tfw it's in the 3rd world
>tfw everyone here is fucking retarded with no knowledge of world events or culture
>tfw I'll never, ever meet any /lit/bros irl
Call me a fag but I can't imagine anything more comfy than finding out that someone on this board is at your campus and meeting up for a beer.

>>17877577
>read Hitchhiker's Guide to help me cope with my severe depression in hs
>series ends with everyone fucking giving up and dying

>>17355221
Just gonna say this. The amount of times I've been hit with:
>chink bug leaf faggot post dna lol stolen dna post arm lol hairy chink arm kys 1488 maga
for saying something slightly contradictory is astounding. I like the idea of /pol/ but I can't stand the current board culture. It was much better pre-2016.

This song makes me wish she would come back, bros

>>16800983
>Website: myanimelist
>Interests: anime girls
>2020 Reading Challenge: 28/5000
I honestly expected more from you, /lit/.

She stole my heart like a thief in the night
With witterings about Marx and Nietzsche;
I only wanted her curves in my sight;
Alas, she refused to go to the beachy.
And now she's cast me off alone to die;
That feisty wench's name is Butterfly.

>"Here in our hands were the last flickers of a form of possession which stretched back to the Vikings and which predated any modern understanding of land as a market commodity. We were touching the outer edges of an ancient past at the very moment it was coming to an end."

> Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, further westwards, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling too upon every part of the lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

its so sad boys

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