/lit/ - Literature

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>That feel when I didn't ask for books this year.
>that feel when my mother has got me an argyle sweater, skinny jeans and a pair of dunks.

One Hundred Years of Solitude.
The Outsider

and call me a troll but Eeeee Eee Eeee by Tao Lin. Sorry, but it's awesome. It's about a depressed guy who quits his pizza job, hangs out with bears and dolphins, and witnesses Elijah Wood get beaten to death by a bear with a bat. how can you not enjoy that?

>mfw I've pretty much made every post I write invalid because I unironically enjoy Tao Lin.

I wrote a story entitled: Never Trust a Crocodile, They Refuse To Give Sound Advice.

It involved Nathon Fillion punching me in the face at an Aids Wolf show. Then I met a girl who wouldn't shut up about Television Personalities, the band, not TV celebs. We flew to new york with wings we stole off angels. While in New York, I punched Tao Lin and stole his lunch money.

It got rejected by all the publishers I sent it to.

I generally start writting, but never finsih what I'm writing weither it be poetry, short stories or a full length novel. I get bored with it, and start something new.