/lit/ - Literature

>Death Grips
Only cringe whitoids listen to that shit my dude. The corner boys dap me the fuck up when they hear the latest Kay Flock bop playing on my phone. Real recognize real.

>There's still time to turn it all around. You could sieze the day. You could read a few of the decaying, yellowed penguin classics littering your living space. You could choose lit life!

>>18964007
>seems to be getting black book tube pretty fucking pissed

>>18812763
>I don’t mind have people like you in my novels.

>Anonymous 05/19/21(Wed)18:04:55 No.18274009▶
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>>>18273703 (OP)
>>I'm more of a traditionalist myself

>>18242062
>Guess I am exactly where I need to be to tell you off to stop reading trash and read real literature.

>>18232448

>>18222506
>>18222592
>tranime

>>18203327
>Stuff like this doesn’t do anything for me anymore because the older I get, the more I realize that it doesn’t matter. Life is more or less just find things to hold onto while you wait to die and in my case, I think anything beautiful or redemptive I could’ve done with that life and that time was more or less a moot point by the time I was 24. Life is something like a shuttle launch. You’re given your adolescence to get your things in order, check all the boxes and make sure you you won’t break up in the atmosphere. Then you blast off and you still have your youth and your crew is nearby and you can talk to them on comms feel their presence and think “this is great”. But some people don’t. Some people don’t get their rocket in order on the launch pad and they don’t have a crew. It’s just them. Then either way, you blast off and once you hit a certain altitude, whatever crew you did have, if you had any, is suddenly really far away back down on earth and you’re just strapped into the chair running through the same processes day after day waiting to get to the point where you hit the pitch black void and just float there forever.