/lit/ - Literature

>>16559753
Spoilers for Lolita
I’m currently coming out of a 3 day depression after reading Lolita. Fucking author brought her to life and then stuck a knife into her heart and let her bleed out right in front of me. I go back through the book and notice more details that make me hate that fucking nonce Humbert more and more. Reading the foreword again after completing the book and realizing that there was truly no peace for her ever. It seriously made me consider suicide. I had to read over Nabakovs biography to try and remind myself that she wasn’t real and never existed. I’m still so fucking hurt over a 0 dimensional child that exists only in letters and in my mind. I just want to raise her and be a good dad for her. Fuck this gay earth she was too pure for it.

There is still great joy to be discovered in this life anon. The dull throbbing pain is one shared by all of us, despite the fact that we may not show it. It will subside. Or not. Along the way you will smile again. There will be a shitpost that makes you crack up every time you see it
>picrel for me
Or a funny man on the train that has his dick hanging out of his shorts. The joy seems far away now but experiencing it is living an eternity where everything is still shit, but you’re okay with it. I’m slightly drink and I love you. I hope (you) read this and pussy out of your attempt. I hope you fail at this suicide because there is so much more that you can succeed at if you fail here. Look at me blog posting. Ily 2 the mooooooon and back.