/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.15140308]

i love you

[Anonymous No.15140319]

>>15140308
I love you too

[Anonymous No.15140327]

>>15140308
>>15140319
I love you both.

[Anonymous No.15140347]

>>15140308
>be me
>be about to an hero
>log onto 4channel one last time
>see this post
I'm gonna make it because of (YOU) OP

[Anonymous No.15140415]

>>15140308
Thanks bud, right back at ya

[Anonymous No.15140679]

>>15140319
>>15140327
>>15140347
>>15140415
:)

[Anonymous No.15140691]

>>15140308
love you

[Anonymous No.15140758]

>>15140347
Don’t do it anon. what’s wrong?

[Anonymous No.15140777]

>>15140308

[Anonymous No.15140795]

Super ghey

[Anonymous No.15140819]

>>15140347
>tfw i searched the meaning of an-hero
damn fren i am really glad you are feeling okay.
please stay.

[Anonymous No.15140833]

>>15140308
I love you AND Jesus.

[Anonymous No.15140838]

>>15140308
How dare you come out of the blue and break my self-made narcissistic sharing of a status-symbol illusion of being sad and depressed?

[Anonymous No.15140842]

>>15140758
>>15140819
I forget that /lit/ is significantly less of a shit hole than the rest of 4channel I was only joking! thank you for your concern anons I have been coming to terms with the reality that I will most likely be living a lot more years.

[Anonymous No.15142185]

>>15140308
I LOVE YOU

[Anonymous No.15142336]

There are as many loves as there are people. Love is a hierarchy, from the lowest rung to the highest, from sex to super-consciousness. There are many, many layers, many planes of love. It all depends on you. If you are existing on the lowest rung, you will have a totally different idea of love than the person who is existing on the highest rung. Adolf Hitler will have one idea of love, Gautam Buddha another; and they will be diametrically opposite, because they are at two extremes.

At the lowest, love is a kind of politics, power politics. Wherever love is contaminated by the idea of domination, it is politics. Whether you call it politics or not is not the question, it is political. And millions of people never know anything about love except this politics – the politics that exists between husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends. It is politics, the whole thing is political: you want to dominate the other, you enjoy domination.

And love is nothing but politics sugar-coated, a bitter pill sugar-coated. You talk about love but the deep desire is to exploit the other. And I am not saying that you are doing it deliberately or consciously – you are not that conscious yet. You cannot do it deliberately; it is an unconscious mechanism.

Hence so much possessiveness and so much jealousy become a part, an intrinsic part, of your love. That’s why love creates more misery than joy. Ninety-nine percent of it is bitter; there is only that one percent of sugar that you have coated on top of it. And sooner or later that sugar disappears.

When you are in the beginning of a love affair, those honeymoon days, you taste something sweet. Soon that sugar wears off, and the realities start appearing in stark nakedness and the whole thing becomes ugly.

[Anonymous No.15142347]

>>15142336
>>15140833
Millions of people have decided not to love human beings any more. It is better to love a dog, a cat, a parrot; it is better to love a car – because you can dominate them well, and the other never tires to dominate you. It is simple; it is not as complex as it is going to be with human beings.

At a cocktail party the hostess couldn’t help overhearing the conversation of a suave gentleman.
“Oh, I adore her. I worship her,” declared the gentleman.
“I would too if she were mine,” agreed his friend.
“The way she walks and swishes. Her beautiful big brown eyes, her head so proud and erect…”
“You’re very fortunate,” commented his friend.
“And do you know what really thrills me? The way she nibbles my ear.”
“Sir,” the hostess interjected. “I couldn’t help listening to those affectionate words. In this day of numerous divorces I admire a man who so passionately loves his wife.”
“My wife?” said the gentleman, surprised. “No – my champion race horse!”

People are falling in love with horses, dogs, animals, machines, things. Why? Because to be in love with human beings has become an utter hell, a continuous conflict – nagging, always at each other’s throats.

This is the lowest form of love. Nothing is wrong with it if you can use it as a stepping-stone, if you can use it as a meditation. If you can watch it, if you try to understand it, in that very understanding you will reach another rung, you will start moving upwards.

Only at the highest peak, when love is not a relationship any more, when love becomes a state of your being, the lotus opens totally and great perfume is released – but only at the highest peak. At the lowest, love is just a political relationship. At the highest, love is a religious state of consciousness.

I love you too. Buddha loves, Jesus loves, but their love demands nothing in return. Their love is given for the sheer joy of giving it; it is not a bargain. Hence the radiant beauty of it, hence the transcendental beauty of it. It surpasses all the joys that you have known.

When I talk about love, I am talking about love as a state. It is unaddressed: you don’t love this person or that person, you simply love. You are love. Rather than saying that you love somebody, it will be better to say you are love. So whosoever is capable of partaking, can partake. For whosoever is capable of drinking out of your infinite sources of being, you are available – you are available unconditionally.

That is possible only if love becomes more and more meditative.

Medicine and meditation come from the same root. Love as you know it is a kind of disease: it needs the medicine of meditation. If it passes through meditation, it is purified. And the more purified it is, the more ecstatic.

[Anonymous No.15142836]

>>15140308
>this thread

[Anonymous No.15142865]

>>15142836
Show boobs and pusy

[Anonymous No.15142887]

>>15142836
This is exactly what it was like when I took shrooms. God I wish I had a close-knit group of friends to take hallucinogens with again

[Anonymous No.15142894]

>>15142836
thas beautiful

[Anonymous No.15143404]

“If I were fire, I would burn; if I were a woodcutter, I would strike. But I am a heart, and I love.” - Nikos Kazantzakis

[Anonymous No.15143424]

>>15140308
Love you too king

[« Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ » !!oI3er5KKetj No.15143599]

>>15142836
Saved.

[Anonymous No.15144323]

[Anonymous No.15144330]

>>15142836
Where's the jump scare?

[« Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ » !!oI3er5KKetj No.15144388]

>>15144330
The butterfly at 10sec.

[Anonymous No.15144540]

>>15140308
Is this battletoads?

[Anonymous No.15144541]

>>15140308
Pepe-chan...we’re both girls! Kyaaa!!

[Anonymous No.15144549]

>>15140308
I have never heard those words from a woman.

[Anonymous No.15144580]

>>15140308
And yet i will destroy you...

[Anonymous No.15146142]

I love you too

[Anonymous No.15146174]

I'm laughing my head off right now. Could you guys imagine the look on Soph or J's face if they met that tranny? Imagine him coming strolling up in his mumu and with his creepy eunuch voice.

>I'd fuck me hard. I'd fuck me so hard.

They'd fucking vomit. It's hilarious.

[Anonymous No.15146189]

>>15140308
I love you too anon.

[Anonymous No.15146625]

>>15140308
That is why I must kill you

[Anonymous No.15146638]

>>15140308
y-you too

[Anonymous No.15146643]

>>15142836
aye

[Anonymous No.15146662]

i love you too, anon!

[Anonymous No.15146690]

>>15140308
Anons.... I'm having trouble loving myself these days how do I self love

[« Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ » !!oI3er5KKetj No.15146695]

>this thread

[Anonymous No.15146697]

>>15146662
I love me too.

[Anonymous No.15146722]

>>15140308
“Do not speak to me about your love. What you call love oozes with self-interest and desirousness. But you speak about it with great words, and the greater your words are, the more pathetic your so-called love is. Never speak to me of your love, but keep your mouth shut. It lies. I want you to speak about your shame, and that instead of speaking great words, you utter a discordant clamor before those whose respect you wanted to exact. You deserve mockery; not respect. I will burn out of you the contents of which you were proud, so that you will become empty like a poured-out vessel. You should be proud of nothing more than your emptiness and wretchedness. You should be a vessel of life, so kill your idols. Freedom does not belong to you, but form; not power, but suffering and conceiving.”

[Anonymous No.15146905]

Guys, I wish I had a pic. You would all laugh, I promise.

[Anonymous No.15146934]

>>15140308
Why do you look so smug about it though?

[Anonymous No.15146950]

>>15140308
Love you too, based flying on the wings of love poster

[Anonymous No.15146953]

>>15146690
put hand in pants and wobble it around a bit

[Anonymous No.15147032]

Do you remember at all what the thread was called? What you named it?

[Anonymous No.15147092]

>>15146722
Based Jungposter

[Anonymous No.15147112]

You guys will laugh, I swear. I am not making it up. A real "it rubs the lotion on its skin" type.

[Anonymous No.15147127]

>>15144323
again

[Anonymous No.15147133]

>>15140308
Fix me up with some lass then, eh?

[Anonymous No.15147135]

>>15140308
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtEmJeojY0I

[Anonymous No.15147142]

>>15140308
Were in this together bud