/lit/ - Literature

books advocating for nuclear war?
I'm sick and tired of "deterrents", nobody has the balls anymore

>>17348975
I'm not your friend faggot

>>17070466
I was reading that last night
based 10/10 irrefutable transcendental truth
we're the unlucky ones among all possible worlds to be cursed with the certainty of death

let's just say hard times are about to make some strong men

how do i read more

has literature ever filled you with false expectations, /lit/?

>be me, a virgin passing into the end of his early 20s
>read many, many books that involve explicit sex, elaborate depictions of it down to the most minute details
>authors constantly talking about the rank, ripe odor that emanates from the petal'd sex betwixt women's and (even young girls') legs
>immediately become obsessed with the idea
>imagine the profane perfume constantly, porn does little to relieve me since it is devoid of scents
>finally am allowed by chances supreme to do the sex with a particular girl who aroused more than just my penis
>eagerly pull her pants off, my face close to the heated seat of glory, awaiting to inhale the divine reek that has possessed me to the point of neurosis for the whole of my tortured and chaste years of adolescence
>there's nothing
>no smell at all
>I shove my face deeply into the curly-hair crowned lips and receive only a placid absence of smell
>she gets a bit unnerved as I sit back and puzzle. she queries: "I-is everything all right?.."
>I blurt "Oh yes I guess" but must have been inadvertently frowning since she still did not seem convinced
>I try to explain to her what I had expected
>she doesn't understand
>can feel the whole mood dissipating
>at this point I am becoming irate
>with a sweeping gesture I draw her attention to the copious amount of books stacked in towers upon the floor as well as those that are shelved, spanning the entire length of my bedroom's wall
>I grab books pell-mell, showing her the portions that for years I had judiciously studied and satiated my sexual fantasies upon
>I show her heavily marked page after heavily highlighted page of erotic prose and poetry describing this very moment of coitus that is supposed to be scented with rankly succulent feminine smells and I asked her why she doesn't have any
>the dumb doughy little cunt (a bit sausagified but I was willing to forgive this since I assumed it would only lend poignancy to her ladified part, tho at this point such plumpness appeared only repugnant to me) just stares at me with an idiot's incomprehension paining her pastry swindled eyes
>she leaves, in tears, and blocks me on all social medias
>she starts blabbing around campus that I am some sort of sexual delinquent and a grade A pervert
>tfw on the no-fuck list of every female in all of my classes
>tfw still haven't experience the rancidity of pussy firsthand
>tfw still technically a virgin too I guess

Plays aren't literature. Daily reminder.

My nephews are here at home

I hate children so fucking much
I hate their shrill voices
I hate the things they say
I hate all the noise they make
I hate their stupidity
I hate their obsession with superheroes
I hate the way they stomp the ground while walking
I hate when they cry
I hate how they look like tiny old men
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

has literature ever had a negative influence on your life, /lit/?

>be me, virgin
>read many, many books that involve explicit sex, elaborate depictions of it down to the most minute details
>authors constantly talking about the rank, ripe odor that emanates from the petal'd sex betwixt women's and even young girls' legs
>immediately become obsessed with the idea
>imagine the profane perfume constantly, porn does little to relieve me since it is devoid of scents
>finally am allowed by chances supreme to do the sex with a particular girl who aroused more than just my penis
>eagerly pull her pants off, my face close to the heated throne, awaiting to inhale the glory of my possession of the past tortuous and chaste years of adolescence
>there's nothing
>no smell at all
>I shove my face into the curly-hair crowned lips and receive only a placid absence of smell
>she gets a bit unnerved as I puzzle and queries: "I-is everything all right?.."
>I respond "Oh yes I guess" but must have been inadvertently frowning since she still did not seem convinced
>I try to explain to her what I had expected
>she doesn't understand
>can feel the whole mood dissipating
>at this point I am becoming irate
>with a sweeping gesture I draw her attention to the copious amount of books that are shelved, spanning the entire length of my bedroom's wall
>I grab books pell-mell, showing her the portions that for years I had judiciously studied and satiated my sexual fantasies upon
>I show her heavily marked page after heavily highlighted page of erotic prose and poetry describing this very moment of coitus that is supposed to be scented with rankly succulent feminine smells and I asked her why she doesn't have any
>the doughy dumb little cunt (a bit sausagified but I was willing to forgive this since I assumed it would only lend poignancy to her ladified part, tho now it appeared only repugnant to me) just stares at me with an idiot's incomprehension paining her pastry swindled eyes
>she leaves, crying, and blocks me on all social medias
>she starts blabbing around campus that I am some sort of sexual delinquent and a grade A pervert
>tfw on the no-fuck list of every female in all of my classes
>tfw still haven't experience the rancidity of pussy firsthand
>tfw still a virgin technically too I guess

>it's another toxic thread about jews perverting the west, rap music being poetry, literature being outdated, videogames being better than literature, white supremacy, nietzche being a proto-nazi, etc.

>the tv is too loud in the other room

>It’s another Trump book

>reading Lolita
>Humbert Humbert has a beautiful loving tradwife in Charlotte
>She absolutely adores him
>he is a complete asshole to her and doesn’t realize how lucky he is to have a woman love him unconditionally
Have you ever wanted to murder a character in a book?

>>10601800
>be anon's uncle
>proto-robot for most of life
>have comfy wageslave job punching tickets on trains
>it's cool, i get to wear a neat hat
>people think I'm weird cause I dodged the roastie meme
>life is unfulfilling but could be worse
>write poems in my spare time, why not? Don't plan on publishing them but it's comfy
>die
>my virgin nephew goes through all my stuff and finds the poems
>his first instinct is to post them on a Rhodesian Memorial and Historical Reenactment Society forum
>little shit exposes my heart and soul for (you)s
>reeee from the place in heaven that I received for not succumbing to the roasties and their machinations
>mfw

has literature ever had a negative influence on your life, /lit/?

>be me, virgin
>read many, many books that involve explicit sex, elaborate depictions of it down to the most minute details
>authors constantly talking about the rank, ripe odor that emanates from the petal'd sex betwixt women's and even young girls' legs
>immediately become obsessed with the idea
>imagine the profane perfume constantly, porn does little to relieve me since it is devoid of scents
>finally am allowed by chances supreme to do the sex with a particular girl who aroused more than just my penis
>eagerly pull her pants off, my face close to the heated throne, awaiting to inhale the glory of my possession of the past tortuous and chaste years of adolescence
>there's nothing
>no smell at all
>I shove my face into the curly-hair crowned lips and receive only a placid absence of smell
>she gets a bit unnerved as I puzzle and queries: "I-is everything all right?.."
>I respond "Oh yes I guess" but must have been inadvertently frowning since she still did not seem convinced
>I try to explain to her what I had expected
>she doesn't understand
>can feel the whole mood dissipating
>at this point I am becoming irate
>with a sweeping gesture I draw her attention to the copious amount of books that are shelved, spanning the entire length of my bedroom's wall
>I grab books pell-mell, showing her the portions that for years I had judiciously studied and satiated my sexual fantasies upon
>I show her heavily marked page after heavily highlighted page of erotic prose and poetry describing this very moment of coitus that is supposed to be scented with rankly succulent feminine smells and I asked her why she doesn't have any
>the doughy dumb little cunt (a bit sausagified but I was willing to forgive this since I assumed it would only lend poignancy to her ladified part, tho now it appeared only repugnant to me) just stares at me with an idiot's incomprehension paining her pastry swindled eyes
>she leaves, crying, and blocks me on all social medias
>she starts blabbing around campus that I am some sort of sexual delinquent and a grade A pervert
>tfw on the no-fuck list of every female in all of my classes
>tfw still haven't experience the rancidity of pussy firsthand
>tfw still a virgin technically too I guess

TFW
>your life is a joke
>you could do every fucking thing on the planet but you are to depressed to care about it
>you were a beautiful little boy but puberty fucked it up
>you could conquer the world but you waste your time getting depressed on 4chan
>relationships? never heard of them
>you are about to fulfill your dream as a kid and you're writing an amazing book, but your marvelous Manzoni-like style all of a sudden disappears and even JoKe Rowling writes better than you


my God what I'm doing with my life