/lit/ - Literature

>>19087376
Still waiting on those fries, buddy.

>>18982390
based

>>17258375
>bruised knees on that youthful girl
I'm imagining it and there is nothing you can do about it

>>15714304
Exactly.

I traveled to a lot of places today.

>first, I traveled to a land full of dinosaurs
>one hour later, I traveled to the middle ages
>later, I traveled to another galaxy

Want to know how I traveled to all these places that are physically impossible to reach? Well, the answer is extraodinary simple: READING! So simple, yet so wonderful.

Where did (You) travel today, /lit/?

Is it day eight, or nine? I cant tell the difference. It all seems to blend in together. ''Just try it man!! You'll love it bro!!'', that retard of a friend. ''Free of ataraxia or aponia, just do it!''

It all started when I broke up with my girlfriend three months ago... actually I'll take it back. It all started twenty years ago, when I first got pulled out of that blackhole they call the womb. Such a thrill it must have been for my parents. ''Look honey, it's a boy!!!'' It's funny, how I just filled the gap there. According to my mom papa wasnt even there for the birth, he was busy making big money. Not like I felt anything about it at that time.

Anyways, I digress. Sammy came to me with this drug he stole from a place where he was doing an internship. I still dont understand how he manage to pull it off but regardless he did. I remember his face when he first showed it to me. Eyes lit up with pride, a grin that shows self-satisfaction but the image is starting to get distorted. Turning into something twisted, it's like devil staring directly into my eyes... daring me.

I'm in my room I think but it's different. So right yet so wrong. Everything looks cartoonish. I want to speak up but fail. Second try... again failure. What would I say anyways? ''Umm hey!! I fucked up, would you kindly help me?''

Sound of the trumpet scared me. It's cheerfully announcing my trial. I see all of them enter the room. Parents, ex-girlfriend... all these characters. Each has a piece of paper in their hand, pointing them at me, demanding me to pay up. So that's how choking feels like.

One of them steps forward but I cant see his face, it's too bright. Now the entire orchestra is playing, the harmony... it's scary.

They start taking pieces of me one by one, Some argue over with each other over a part, others are happy with their share. Dont I get a say in this? Bright one is the last to take his share. He doesnt act up though I can feel the intensity of his emotions. Hatred and compassion intertwined.

He extends me his hand... is it day eight, or nine? I cant tell the difference.

>>6596929
There is meaning to life anon

MEMES