/lit/ - Literature

>>5064603
>>implying you wouldn't love to give your life for an idea
kekked irl

>>5029570
>evil

>>4897932
>But then i always feel like people need to live to their potential and should strive to better themselves physically, mentally and the one im conflicted with, professionally.
Notice how this is always preached by the people who would benefit by you doing so. Don't trust them, wasted talent is a glorious thing.

>b-but you could work 40 hours a week as a Doctor Serving Humanity!
>you should Give Back to Society
>one must Contribute
>mfw

>>4871782
Did you read my post at all or are you just content to mumble the few sentences your superiors taught you over and over again?

Evola seems extremely spooky to me. Am I wrong?

>judging people not by their whether you enjoy their company but by an arbitrary check list as to what constitutes a worthy person

Thoughts, /lit/? Personally I think there's no evidence Gore Vidal ever acted on it or harmed anyone, so whatever.

http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2013/nov/15/gore-vidal-paedophile-work-reputation-wagner

>>4225919
>considering muh stem to be anything but just another narrative

Hey /lit/ I need your help with couple things. I have written "something", I wouldn't know what to call it, and I need to know the following: What kind of grammar errors do you see? Are you able to see what I'm trying to describe? and -while not really important- can you relate?

Wanderer Comes Home*

Have you ever felt this before?
A feeling of deep, yet weak despair?
Only to find its origins in something so basic?
The last time I remember this happening to me was when I was on my way to the bathroom during lunch. I felt as if there was something urgent that I had not taken care of, as if I were in danger, the same feeling as sensing you've left something in class but amplified yet still remaining weak. It made me stop in my tracts and think “why is this afflicting me? Where is this hidden danger?” Upon plain reflection of all the bad that had happened to me prior to this sensation, I realized that it originated from the time my classmate had incidentally bumped into me without following up with a pardon. It felt as if this bump had blasted an emotion out of me, one that is tied to me, but lost outside of me. Like a ghost, this emotion wandered aimlessly not making itself known to until it finally came back home to me. Since this emotion had been dislodged from me, it had no way of knowing my perception. It did not know the purpose for its existence. And like all things with no clear purpose yet full direction, it presumed it was of deep importance. With this baseless pride, the ghost of insult transmogrified to that of pain. Upon finding its way home, it returned with the message it thought it held. Bringing to attention my physical self of this danger that never existed.

*For the purpose of my subconscious heart, my original title is “Lost Emotion”

p.s I actually wish to use Iambic Pentameter but, I am terrible at it.