/lit/ - Literature

>>8049652
I don't write about what happens in my day, only what thoughts I thunk and dreams I drunk, because nothing interesting ever happens, happened, or is likely to happen.

Imagined being introduced to someone at a party and I would think I was in high form with ceaseless banter and jokes, they would bring the conversation to a halt for a moment and say 'Come on, can't you be serious and sincere for once?"
So I would clasp their hand in mine, look into their eyes, and say
"I don't think we're going to get along very well."
Roll credits, applause, etc. That would be great.

It seems many famous people I admire were no great lovers of sleep, resenting the loss of the waking world and themselves.
So it is with a certain guilt that I profess my love of sleep, the wondrously selfish pleasure of kicking time to the wolves of my subconscious, to laugh and dance as a god in realms painted sunset…

Though I am fond of questioning reality as an idle way to pass the time, 'how can you tell dream from reality' is a question that I wonder how those who have dreamed can even ask with a straight face… Yes, dreams have pain, and worse still, dreams have love, but it is only in reality that I look around with dull eyes and think 'I hope this is over soon...'

Of course I love the wind, it ruffles my hair ceaselessly and sings to me unendingly. How motherly, the wind, (and what a windbag, my mother!)

Damnable dreamers us all, and curse the sleepwalkers whose somniloquence smarmily assures everyone of their wakefulness

I try to treat men and women with kindness, but… big eyes, thin waists, pretty faces- face it, I'm hardwired to prefer wasps

The girl of my dreams

I've dreamed of a lotta girls. Mostly imaginary ones, one real one in particular.
There's one that haunts me. She was definitely a zombie or something, definitely underaged, very naked. Very cold. She wanted a hug, or I did- hard to say in a dream, though I suppose everything there was me anyway- either she or I was about to depart from a ruined and broken world- some donnie darko rabbit alien fuckers had sucked the energy out of it, and everything was black and white and purple and cold. And but so of course I gives her a hug.

So cold, she was.

I'm legit curious why y'all so mad.

>>6827686
You seem to be upset about a perceived immaturity, perhaps due to my conversational writing style being at odds with the usual belligerent 4chan posturing? I'm 23 and have been here for 9 years so being called underageb& was a real blast of nostalgia, lol.

>>6827619
Of course I have no experience with it, I said I'm drug free didn't I? but there's a lot of sources of consistent comfort and joy that aren't expensive carcinogen bombs assaulting everyone near by, and liking someone's writing is completely independent of what their life was like. Is it just a matter of 'oh no he finds my lifestyle distasteful?' Are you insecure about your smoking? Quitting only has benefits, ya know.

>>6827655
You lost me. How is expressing the thoughts of others and my own thoughts on their thoughts 'tumblr?' Did you think I'm Anonymous 'humblebragging' about being 'weird and spacey?' That's just, a level of paranoia I can't relate to, fella.

>>6827631
I'm imagining you as some sort of high-stakes libertarian businessman who gets very stressed out when other people aren't concerned about money as he is. Probably not true because /lit/ but still fun

>>6827829
Wow, rude dude. You really hurt my feelings, with me trying to be Newly Sincere.