/lit/ - Literature

i cant focus while reading anymore

I lived my entire life in a house on a quiet part of a small town, it was really nice and i could read calmly, if my family annoyed me i could just go to my room upstairs and that was the end of it.

now i got a job in a bigger city and i live in an apartment downtown, and its always noisy. All day long there is cars, sirens, people and the dog of my retarded neighbor, and i just can't read like i used to do.

it's a matter of time until i get used to it? or it will never be the same? im getting some noise cancelling headphones in the meantime

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIscL-Bjsq4

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GOD FUCKING DAMN IT WHY ARE GIRLS REPULSED BY ME

>>14735112
I will post more about the work as soon as I get some confirmations bro, as it stands I'm still not 100% sure because it still hasn't gotten past the editing process and I'm anxious

>>14058037

>>14032937
THAT INSTAGRAM PAGE

>>13993842
i'm torn between goth girls and spindly blonde nymphs. muh cursed dick!

>>13965298
>tfw no ruffled blouse gf

Which book affected your life the most?

What are some good books about becoming obsessed with a girl, then eventually becoming blocked by her when I spend a few days stalking her?

>>13759750
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

FUCK

>tfw I'm not going to be able to write a multi-million word epic on the collapse of human society because I'll be dead

>Finally meet up with this girl after she invited me over
>Had some tension before
>Tonight it's full blown
>Immediately start cuddling
>Talking and kissing lightly
>She moves onto her back and gestures me over to her
>Go start making out
>Ripping off her clothes
>Destroy her pussy
>Wake up
Happened this morning, I couldn't move a muscle for like 15 minutes I was disheartened

I feel so fucking bad. And for no reason at all. I've just been at home reading/listening to music/playing vidya like always but for some inexplicable reason I feel like shouting. I can't even explain it besides maybe that I'm uncomfortable just being me. And there's a sort of knot in my chest and stomach that's making it shit. I can't read or anything because it just feels awful. It doesn't seem like a physical thing either, as in I don't think I'm sick or anything. It feels entirely mental and I don't know why or how this is happening to me.

I AM SO GODDAMN LONELY AND HORNY AAAAARRRGGHHHHHHHH

what is some essential /horney&lonely/ literature

WHY CAN'T I RIGHT GOOD DIALOGUE ALL OF MY CHARACTERS SOUNDS RETARDED AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Through repeated 4chan abuse, disheaveled Anon becomes the Unity. The neoliberal order does not feed millions of souls to the void, it actually saves them from the Acheron and pulls them back to the web. Through a process not entirely dissimilar to that of electricity running through our synaptic connections, a handful of individuals flock to this very imageboard. Little by little subjectivities mesh into a incoherent, amorphous blob of personalities, moving and stretching, thinning away and shapeshifting. This primordial soups of bits, bytes and consciousness slowly but surely move towards a few archetypical characters: the sad first worlder living in Britain's capital who is bound to bemoan himself eternally; the ryan gosling poster talking about his depression; a fluttering butterfly being a fucking asshole; the DFW impersonators who cannot be recognized; and, finally, the final form emerges: disheaveled anon, the atom at the centre of the Universe, both spewing shit and truth to confuse and enlighten its orbiting personalities. We're all aboard Neurath's ship and we're bound to the stars, lads. As we build and rebuild ourselves through anonymous interactions, we become the machine into the soul.

>>12560970
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>>12532451
NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO