/lit/ - Literature

I am doing my university finals project and I was so autistic I printed some forms with the wrong name. When I uploaded the work to the plagiarism detection software I misclicked and fucked up the upload form, whole things is automated and it already sent out my data to the wrong wing of the school. Sent emails to my thesis advisor and the IT department about it, but it's after work hours. Everyone tells me to chill out, but everything must be submitted by monday and I just want to be over it before the weekend and can't even sleep.

>>13979573
>stop being passionate around me kthx
I want to share things with my partner that I find amazing and intesive and I would want her to do the same. Dumb bitch nigger. I be she isn't even attractive

>>13362236
>Is he really though?
He was

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>they have a reputation of being shoes for autists
>chunky autism shoes
>look like an actual autist
Oh- oh no....

Why did no-one tell me? I thought they were alright...
What are some non autistic shoes?

Capitalism is territorializing the accelerationist aesthetic. How exciting and horrifying.

>>12141695
We met by chance on the train. She recognized me somehow, remembered me from high school. I had no recollection of her, it’s possible that we had never even met but I went along with it. She had this tender openness about her. Complete purity and truth devoid of falsehood. No talking behind smokescreens while slowly picking at the true meaning of our conversation. I was headed to work, she had a seminar to teach, we both decided to play hookey and spend the day catching up. We went to a local coffee shop and rnddd up talking for hours. The owner practically dragged us out. In those few hours I had bonded so closely with her that I couldn’t imagine my life before this morning, before having met her. I could feel this sort of ethereal connection that I had with her. It felt like it had just formed but at the same time it was always there and that it would continue to be there. This deep meaningful connection is what I had given up on long ago, I believed it to be fictitious but here this person stood before me that spat in the face of all that. With nowhere else to go we settled on my apartment. Had more coffee. Talked. And talked. And talked. We laid on the couch together just looking at each others eyes, fully clothed, not preoccupied with carnal pleasure because we both realized we had happened upon something much grander. I fell asleep that night staring into her eyes, when I woke up she was gone. I was no longer in my apartment. I couldn’t even remember anything about my apartment. A startling realization hit me. I lived with my parents. I didn’t have an apartment. I was lying on the frail twin mattress that I had been using for over a decade now. Various anime memorabilia lay across from me, a worn Hatsune Miku poster was plastered on the wall in front of me. A tear trickled down my cheek. As reality dawned upon me I let out a haunting shriek. I bellowed “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IM SO HORNY AND LONELY AND JUST WANT A GF FOR COMPANIONSHIP AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRREEEEGGGGGHHHHH”

>>12107910
GODDAMMIT WANT A GIRLFRIEND SO BAD I'D DO ANYTHING GAAAHHHH

>>12058598
What will become of us anon?

>>12027536
I feel

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OhhhHHHHHH GGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDD

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Larkin's poems "Love, " Love Again" and "An Arundel Tomb" sum it up for me. Love's awkwardness, its wretchedness and its quiet understated beauty.