Every single one of those “Trad-European upper class” accounts are raised in striving middle class North American suburbs to illiterate and publicly educated parents and in their attempts to escape their own skin they become the worst parody of the nouveau riche
The mentally ill don’t write books, the mentally ill make tiktoks and go to wine bars, the mentally ill don’t create art but are always sitting at home gossiping on the computer. “Mentally ill” people are the average subhumans that walk among us with a smile on their face
In the last five years and with the rise of “aesthetic catholicism and based orthodoxy” Christianity has achieved a level of unprecedented cringe that even reddit atheism could not dream of
The problem with “dates” is that they reduce people and turn them into pseudo-criminals that you are supposed to investigate, “what do you do? What do you like?” a mock trial about things lovers should learn with time
One of the malignant trends of modern romance is a borderline pathological obsession with “communication” where everything should be discussed in details and a relationship is only healthy if couples dissect and flay every disagreement to the bone, which only ruins love
When I was nineteen I dated a forty year old woman for six months and I once told her she has a fat ass (compliment) and she got so emotional about her weight she nearly started crying
Happy birthday, despite being molested by e-girls and transformed into a a weird tumblr icon, despite being the cringe face of sad tiktok-edits. some of us still believe literature is alive with you “all the love in the world is useless when there is total lack of understanding"
The internet is the home for non-surgical transsexualism, women pretending to be women “Fawns, I am just a girl” men pretending to be men “Gun, whiskey glass!” That despite being born in the right body it still does not feel entirely natural to them, they need to role-play it
No one should be “comfortable” with their sexuality, nobody should feel “at home” in their own body, all our passions should be constantly in conflict with what we are
Keep returning to this, she had a relatively good life with people who loved her but her psychiatrist said to her “There’s nothing more we can do for you. It’s never going to get any better.” Proving that love and beauty are worth less than dust without hope, hope is everything
This film is about a man who lost his brother and uses women and alcohol as a distraction from the pain he has to endure in an empty and haunted life, there’s probably less joy in this alone than Malick’s entire filmography
The internet normalized ugly people posting their face, there was a certain dignity in the awareness that you may not be pleasant enough to be seen by the whole world, not anymore, fake compliments “beautiful king, hot queen” rewired most people’s brains into mad delusions
“Wow did you hear about GayStreamer 1 being outed as a pedo?”
“Hmmm no, but I heard that Tiktokprostitute 4 broke up with RetardedYoutuber 3 because he cheated on her”
“Damn I wonder how that makes NiggerFaggotPodcaster 5 feel”
This is now every social media site
Everything became more nauseating when we started telling people to “find themselves” instead of creating themselves. convincing the gullible among us that there’s some super secret authentic self hidden somewhere in the arteries that you unravel by traveling and meditation
The Bible, Homer, Shakespeare, and every enduring work of literature has entire chapters about how trusting women’s decisions on serious matters leads to such grave horrors that it affects the whole world, Peaters are just instagram health gurus
Landshark has sorta touched on this before but simply trusting females is the ultimate alpha. Women are here to show you exactly where to go, even if they harm you. Resisting this ironically prevents men from learning and finding true freedom. Leaning on females is undefeated.
>Humbert Humbert is an unreliable narrator
>Lolita is NOT a tragic love story
>Lolita is a moral test
>Nabokov wants you to HATE Humbert
Nabakov; I am not disgusted by Humbert’s pedophilia, I don’t even care, it is HE who despises his feelings for her
Lolita is a moral test. Kempner passes it. Rowling does not. I will only add that the reason Rowling doesn't pass--she is tricked by aesthetic quality into excusing cruelty and domination--is also part of Nabokov's point, and what makes the novel the true masterpiece it is.
You’re 35, Shut the fuck up about “dating”, do not speak about your “girlfriend/boyfriend” the only date you are suited for is with death, your concept of relationships and love resembles the wrinkles and keloids hangin off a burn victim’s chin
We need a YouTube channel that attaches GoPros to Indians in Mumbai and Chinese factory workers from Guangzhou like the ones they do for house cats that go into the wild
You can never trust a person who speaks of love as a transaction “I am not getting enough love/I am giving all the love I have” regardless of how earnest they may seem. Love is not something we give or get, it is already there in two people who cultivate it together or let it die
Trying to “Get over” people we once loved is an entirely modern disease trying to rid us of the most rudimentary aspects of the human experience which fundamentally shapes us into what we are. In our short lives, lost loves are birthmarks of the soul
The owner of this account will go to hell, one of the few people currently alive who are destined for flames, when God wonders why the entire spectrum of agonizing and complex human emotions are reduced to memes this creature will stand trial
We live in times where people buy books with no intention to read them, walk endlessly despite being tired, speak of God without having faith, and seek love not because they found someone worthy of their heart, but because they are too bored of their loneliness
Every single person I know who decided to pursue a higher degree did it because they are too scared of doing anything real that they coil into the safety of being “eternal students” they would do it until they were fifty if it was possible, faces without age, cowards with a PhD
Kantbot is now going around doxxing me to people in DMs, exposing private and sensitive information, and yes they are all true, but also I don’t understand how any of these things affect the truth of my message? Genuinely mentally insane person
You will never get angry again when you realize that most people are retarded and speak of things they know nothing about, you would never hit a subhuman for being a subhuman
Absolutely hilarious that the “Kafka, melancholy, and perfume” girls are now making fun of some other girls’ tumblrification of Hegel whilst the latter seems to be genuinely autistic women obsessed with a writer while the former is indistinguishable from boyband fandoms
I despise the trend of “amicable breakups”, real heartbreak is the closest event to a genuine apocalypse for those who experience it and there is nothing particularly mature about a civil separation. Without you the world is empty and I do not want to go on living
Russia’s invasion of Ukraine breaks the biggest taboo of the international order. Since 1945, no internationally recognized state was wiped off the map by external conquest. Russia is trying to do just that to Ukraine. Putin is following the imperial principle that any territory
The average British muslim being more backwards and extremist than all of the middle east combined will never not be funny. London specifically seems to be home for the worst people on earth, the worst of Pajeets, the worst Mohamdeens, and the stupidest whytepepo
I feel a deep spiritual connection to Nicolas Winding Refn because he believes that the most beautiful man alive can be a weird and off putting autist who likes weird films
There’s literally nothing more childlike than believing that maturing or growing up happens by consuming certain “grown up” things, it’s like when you were a kid and your mother convinced you that eating vegetables makes you a “big boy”, you are juvenile beyond your habits
Daily reminder that Dante’s deepest circle of hell is reserved for those who betray their friends, lovers, country, or God. Treachery is the sin with no redemption
Sex and philosophy do not compare in complexity and depth to playing classic world of warcraft for the first time without having any idea what is going on
What is more pathetic than him having this meaningless weird parasitic joy in talking to someone else's partner is him thinking women care about the "books" he reads, all acts of intellect can and will be reduced to a fetish
I genuinely don’t understand how the average body count is FOUR people, like that’s an insane level of willpower to exercise over a lifetime, no way has the average brit attained this kind of enlightenment
“They are doing this to me tomorrow” No they are not, in fact you wish they did, you want anyone or anything to do something to you, but once again you are forgotten and abandoned. not tomorrow, not the day after, never, nobody cares enough
There’s a simple little flaw in living; that you are trapped in the body of a dying animal. So pity those still so young and eager to speak of “love and dating” because soon enough their bodies will stop the sex hormones and replace them with dry mucus and moldy phlegm
Rewatching the original Blade Runner and all I could think of is how bad, hollow, and lifeless BR2049 is. I don’t think modern directors know how to even make movies anymore
Every woman who speaks of “sensuality and eros” stutters in real life and can barely hold a conversation without going into a full blown anxiety attack after two beers
One thing that I keep noticing is how current filmmakers do not know how to give their scene’s backgrounds a life, there is a singular point of focus that they want you to care for and everything else is dead empty and forgotten, which kills any possible immersion
How many books do you read? How many movies do you watch? How many hours do you spend consuming that which others deem of value? we live in the era of endless clocks without a real concept of time
Laura and I broke up.
While I could sit here and try for hours to explain the reason why, it all comes down to one simple truth;
I’m not ready for a relationship.
From the get go, I told her that tweeting would be my first priority.
All the replies read like smut “I am a certain person now and that must mean I was diddled as a kid despite not having any memory of it” fetishized victimhood, the infantilization of being an adult that even at 40 you have no authority over who you are because “trauma”
Everyone on “theory twitter” gets stupider the more they read and are exposed to complex ideas, you can witness in real time an account’s slow regress into mental retardation with no ability to save them