/lit/ - Literature

Fuck man I am getting deja vu feels from this thread again

NOOOOOOOOOOO
WAS NIETZSCHE RIGHT? NO FUCK NIETSCHE THAT PATHETIC PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT NO WONDER HE LOST HIS FUCKING MIND

>>16920419
This great man, the pinnacle of humanity, rejects us, us the mere bugs of the rot, by refusing us the flame fearing it will set the dumbster of our world ablaze in hellish fire.

kill yourself

>>15409761
It used to be different a couple of years back anon.

>>15343166
its ok apu, now you can do anything

>>15200782
y-yes i am

>>14755885
>If a girl calls you "cute", it's usually not a good sign.

>>14497217
>tfw I did all this meme shit and still incel

>>14490933
thenks men

>>13372225
THIS is your Judge

>>13203229
Continuing my work

>>13055131
I sometimes also feel this way, I try not to be unsatisfied with things I can't change but it really does feel like I don't belong in this era. I want to write people letters and spend two days visiting friends unannounced, not text people and have to coordinate calendars to spend half an hour with my best friend
what a garbage world we've built for ourselves

Any books about not being able to get a gf at all even though you want one?

Recommendations for literature that is related to incels. This is a literature board is it not? So this is a legitimate place to ask for such a thing.

>>12978728
I know that feel bro. Most of my input in conversations is bascially "ahaha yeah" or "wow really?" and other such banal placeholders for substance. I often have no thoughts to translate. There is no "me" to be. Whenever I do get a thought or an idea and try to express it, I see the eyes of others turn askance or glaze over.

>>12770858
Fucking based

>>12575454
my diary desu, but don't flip past page 82

>Book has a new chapter every page

n-no

You heard

>>12187941
>tfw my country of origin is less than a 100 years old and I don’t even know if it has any distinguishable national classics
I-I’ll just stick to the canon

>>12155522
When I see images of jezebels like this I feel a sharp pain in my chest and my heart begins to beat with an unfortunately familiar rapidity. My mind wanders against my will and these thoughts enter my soul, these vile retched thoughts. Unwelcomed. My soul profaned. What am I to do? Despite my desire to rise above, despite my desire for ascetic purity above all I am felled by mere ones and zeros. My bone marrow stripped dry, chest carved open,heart wrenched, suspended in the air. There it float, as if separate from my soul. I can see it as if it were not of my being. I see as it beats with ever increasing intensity, the butchers knife draws near. The fear, the desperation, the loneliness, it is all palpable, perspiring down the sodden flesh of my heart. Split in two, then three, then four and so on. I am powerless to stop it. Bones dust. Ethereal body fading. Soul meandering. The remains are made into a delectable stew. It smells of rot and pain and suffering but I eat it. Enjoy it even. My body is rejuvenated, heart shrunk, soul blackened and profaned. Is there no escape from this cycle of ever increasing debasement? Is there no escape from these Jezebels? Why lord why?

>>12144759
Henry David Thoreau

>>12114793
>>12114834
GET OFF MY LAWN

t. 20 year old boomer

I could write a thousand words, but in the end what describes my feelings the best is just:
>tfw no gf