/lit/ - Literature

>Mrs. "Richard F. Schiller" died in childbed, giving birth to a stillborn girl, on Christmas Day 1952, in Gray Star, a settlement in the remotest Northwest.

>>19257992
>"B-But why do you people keep derailing the thread"?

Eat shit, incel.

>I wish I could read books like you guys

>Father hit arm. Big wood. Genie cry ... Not spit. Father. Hit face — spit ... Father hit big stick. Father angry. Father hit Genie big stick. Father take piece wood hit. Cry. Me cry.

>philosophy ended with the Greeks

how to write good prose?

>”Write, please. I have gone through sonmuch sadness and hardship.
>”Yours expecting, Dolly (Mrs. Richard F. Schiller)

>>12221852
cont.

>next autumn
>it’s been over a month since i last saw her
>as I’m walking home, a lady walking her dog runs up behind me and taps my shoulder
>she was a the neighbour of the grandma
>turns out the grandma had told her a lot about me before
>the neighbour tells me the grandma passed away a few days ago from natural causes
>she hands me book carefully wrapped in the kinokuniya papers it was bought with
>the neighbour says she found the book in the grandma’s apartment when cleaning up
>open the book
>on the flip side of the front cover the grandma had written: “dear anon-san, I hope you can enjoy this book once your japanese improves. Thank you for everything”
>it was a japanese copy of Mishima’s “The Sound the Waves”, the same book which I had been reading in English the first time we met
>tfw a random japanese grandma cared for you more than your own grandparents ever did
>ffw to now
>back in my home country
>still have that book
>plan on returning to tokyo next summer with my gf to visit the grandma’s grave

thank you for everything Ms. Watanabe. You were the grandma I always wish I had. I miss you.

I hate niggers

SHUT UP SHUT UP ALL OF YOU NORMIES SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU AND YOUR GIRLFIRENDS SUCK

My life is like following the train track,
I know I should be staying on that Track,
But for some stupid reason I always get of the track to pick up some loots, even though I know I will hurt myself from that.
I often hurt myself real bad from this,
But I keep doing it.
I know someday the loot will tell me to GET BACK ON THE FUCKING TRACK
But at the end I get of the track again.

I'm not very good at expressing the truth of my mind,
Becuase when I do, I creep the fuck out of people
So I wrote this riddle to let you guess the meaning behind it.
I often say negivate shits and spread the negitave energy,
Even though I know I shouldn't
So from now on I will keep my mouth shut
Because I know the next thing I'll say would be some negitave shit.
So, It is James, over and out.