/lit/ - Literature

The new Resident Evil really fucked me up.

While all of you were simping over dommy mommy, I was becoming obsessed with daughters. The blood pouring down their chins was bad enough, but when the one said, "I want to drown in your blood," I fucking lost it. I've been reeling and desiring dark, slightly mentally unstable, supernaturally powerful girls ever since and it's slowly consuming every part of my life. I can barely think of anything else, and I don't know how to solve this problem.

I want one of them to lock me away in a room and break my mind, and I don't even know what proper mind breaking involves.

I can't live but I can't die either.

What age constitutes childhood? I was 14 when I became acquainted with the writings of Dostoevsky(tbk, cp and notes from the underground), Tolstoy(anna karenina), Mcarthy(Blood meridian, suttree) etc mostly due to this board's influence.

>get notebook
>write handwritten draft of what I hoped to be my first novel
>tfw know it's underwritten like fuck, but also know what needs fleshing out and ways to improve the story and add length
>tfw type up the handwritten draft
>it's not even 9000 words, and it reads like shit
I'm currently having a crisis of faith and feel like I should just give up the whole writing thing. My shut in life style has made me completely incapable of writing "realism" and relationships believably(at least in my mind). This is why Lovecraft wrote what he did, I'm convinced. I currently hate everything and want to die so I don't have to live with how much of a fucking failure I am.

tl;dr I'm bitching like we all do in here. Nothing special. Move along.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gSS2IgnnBo8

Can someone give me a functional definition of underwriting and ways I can fix this if I'm doing it?

>"I don’t know what I may seem to the world. But as to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore and diverting myself now and then in finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than the ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me."[44]
> — Isaac Newton, English physicist
This is such a fitting last messages when compared to Kant always talking about a Newton coming by and explaining every detail about a blade of grass.


>theres some really funny ones in that list

>>16526675
>we'll care
Why did that hit me in the feels so hard? The simplicity of it is perfect.

>tfw create stories my entire life(mostly just in my head)
>tfw wasted youth on video games and movies instead of books
>tfw have a hard to getting myself to start reading(tho I'm good once I get over it)
Why am I like this? All I wanna do is read so I can know if my writing is good enough/compares to good stuff, but I can't even be bothered to do that half the time.

>How is your ``book`` going?

Mine is fucking atrocious, and im thinking in trashing it.

>>13859274
>be me
>be mathematician
>join company three years ago
>learn to program on the fly, only one who does it there
>find .5 Mil in first 6 months of unclaimed revenue
>make tools that saved tens of thousands of man-hours
>not even joking, company is in the stone age
>made a tool that generates presentations/projections
>causes millions of dollars in sales
>got let go today because some higher up manager didn't understand what I do or how useful I am
>given one weeks notice

at least some of my coworkers are threatening to walk over this because none of them will be able to do their jobs without me.

Anyways, to answer your question, we have one of, if not the, largest skill gap between generations. I can't tell you how many six-figure salary people I've had to teach excel. All the people in upper management want to run things like the 90's, and few understand investing in time rather than instant gratification money.

Everything's changing too quickly

>>13075106
Sadly not wrong

>>12819034
>>12819062
>>12819126

>see posts on 4chan all the time about how no woman is intelligent enough to relate to

Ah, I see you never met her

>>12440438
>my dream would be to live a simple existence with the woman I love in the countryside or the outskirts of town and be a good husband to her and be a good father to our children.
>I have an idea of what my happiness looks like, but I currently lack the means to achieve it.

>>12298928
>>12297503
The real redpills

Why is this site so full of lefties now? What happened to all the reactionary sentiment?
Do you redditors think following marxism or progressivism makes you enlightend or in opposition to the mainstream? Yet the entire intellectual class had been on your side for the past century and had an enormous influence on our culture, and now more than ever. How can you say your ideas are oppressed, when each and every one of them, except the economic ones, have been applied? Why there's no intuitive to suppress any of your blog or websites?
It's because you're no more then useful idiots in the advancement of globalism.

>tfw remembering how it felt to hug her
>crushed about losing her all over again
just kill me already

>there's a fire in your eyes
>I see it all sometimes
>in the darkness of the night
>I see it many times
>yes, I'm sure it shines in you
>there's a brightness in your eyes
>I see it all tonight
>In the darkness of my light
>shining on the chosen few

I'm going to dedicate my life to having small adventures. God knows there's nothing else to do. Maybe one day I'll even be brave enough to go on a real one.

I think the way reaction images spread is really interesting. Imagine being the anon who created what would become a popular pepe or wojak, it must be weird to see it spread everywhere.

Also, I realized a while back that this wojak, one which I'm particularly fond of, is actually just the david tennant crying gif made black and white, mirrored, and of course with the wojak face added.

>tfw physically deformed
I'm a freak. How did Kierkegaard deal with it?

I use a folded up copy of a letter I sent to my crush as a bookmark. We were never officially together, but there was some small kernel of mutual affection. There was a year that was really hard for the both of us, and even though we were living on opposite sides of the country we constantly texted each other and talked on the phone. We helped each other through it. After that we lived in the same city for a while, and just grew closer and closer, seeing each other every day before our life circumstances pulled us apart again. Things began to sour then, she grew distant and I didn't handle it very well. We reconnected again over Christmas though, and I thought that things were looking up for us. Before we split up again I wrote her a letter, first on cheap printer paper as a draft and then again on nice paper for sending. It was pretty simple, just saying that I was so glad to know her and to have spent a week back together with her. I asked her to stay in touch and promised to get back together with her as soon as possible, sometime early in the summer. Well it's August now and I haven't seen her properly since New Years. She didn't ghost me or anything, she just gradually faded further and further away. At one point she reached back out to me, but quickly retreated and nothing came of it. Now I'm adrift, she was the one strong thing I could actually orient my life around. Just aimless now. Not cripplingly depressed or anything, just aimless.

C, I miss you. I don't know why this happened, if you changed, if I failed, I don't know. I think of you every day, and every time I open a book to read and see that letter it hurts. But I keep using it, because the pain makes me remember you. Remember that there was something good, something beautiful, something in life that mattered. And I'd rather hurt every day than forget that.


Anyway that's my story, thanks for reading.

>tfw no friend to visit the theatre with

>>11289665

>tfw i can visualize fiction and histories so well that philosophy texts are soulless in comparison and i become an even greater brainlet

I just took a flight three thousand miles away from the girl I love. I don't know if I'll ever see her again. I don't know if she'll even ever want to see me again. It's raining right now, a small blessing. It always feels ridiculous to be sad when it's warm and sunny outside. Night and rain, that's what the jazz fits.