Life is fleeting

Vermilioncore

Vermilioncore

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the past is far behind us. I was sitting here remembering the past and how ancient it feels now. The early 2000s happened so many years ago. The world is a different place. My childhood is forever gone. The old routines of life are in ruins. Everyone has gone and moved on to a new life. The stage has been abandoned and only the props remain.

It’s a new world of sorrow and fear of what’s to come. Neo industrial conflict in the year of our lord, 2023 AD
 
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i dont fucking care i dont fucking care

 
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Balding was really the nail to my coffin. I can't bring myself to even try anything knowing I'll be Norwood 5. All that's left to do now is for me to indulge in full-blast rotting and watch life go by while I watch sponge Bob and run over old ladies in Gta 5.
 
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die
Makhachev
 
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Imagine a man walking down a street underneath the street lamps. Right under a lamp, is shadow is the densest but also the tiniest. Then, when he starts to move, his shadow grows in front of him. The shadow becomes bigger and bigger while it thins out. And the shadow behind him from the next lamp post emerges and becomes shorter and shorter until it reaches its ultimate density, as the man stands directly underneath the light. Let's say that the man standing underneath the first lamp post is me when I've just committed a murder. I feel strong and content. I start to walk, and the shadow in front of me grows bigger, like my pleasure. But at the same time, pain is on its way, represented by the shadow behind me from the next lamp post. And at the midpoint between the lamp posts, the pain is so great it outweighs my pleasure.
 
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Balding was really the nail to my coffin. I can't bring myself to even try anything knowing I'll be Norwood 5. All that's left to do now is for me to indulge in full-blast rotting and watch life go by while I watch sponge Bob and run over old ladies in Gta 5.
they banned finasteride in your country?
 
Imagine a man walking down a street underneath the street lamps. Right under a lamp, is shadow is the densest but also the tiniest. Then, when he starts to move, his shadow grows in front of him. The shadow becomes bigger and bigger while it thins out. And the shadow behind him from the next lamp post emerges and becomes shorter and shorter until it reaches its ultimate density, as the man stands directly underneath the light. Let's say that the man standing underneath the first lamp post is me when I've just committed a murder. I feel strong and content. I start to walk, and the shadow in front of me grows bigger, like my pleasure. But at the same time, pain is on its way, represented by the shadow behind me from the next lamp post. And at the midpoint between the lamp posts, the pain is so great it outweighs my pleasure.
well you know the iceman always inhaled his victims last breath
 
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they banned finasteride in your country?
Nooo I'm on dutasteride but it's not enough either way, my balding genes are insurmountably strong, I'm only slowing it down
 
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Oh yeah, innit brutal how my classmates ( besides one or three other incels ) have moved on with their lifes?

They party, they already have a driver license and a shitty beat up car, but still, a car, they have gf's they fuck everyday, they gather every week and have bro meetups.

While me?

An ugly friendless loser jerking off alone.
 
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Goddamn not even an all knowing AI machine with an endless database can think of a solution to my problem. It really is over.

20230706 115937
 
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Life is so short, by life i count the years from 14-30, after that you're a weird creepy loser with no gf who gets stares from his neighbours and who can hear them gossiping about the weird freak.
 
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Imagine a man walking down a street underneath the street lamps. Right under a lamp, is shadow is the densest but also the tiniest. Then, when he starts to move, his shadow grows in front of him. The shadow becomes bigger and bigger while it thins out. And the shadow behind him from the next lamp post emerges and becomes shorter and shorter until it reaches its ultimate density, as the man stands directly underneath the light. Let's say that the man standing underneath the first lamp post is me when I've just committed a murder. I feel strong and content. I start to walk, and the shadow in front of me grows bigger, like my pleasure. But at the same time, pain is on its way, represented by the shadow behind me from the next lamp post. And at the midpoint between the lamp posts, the pain is so great it outweighs my pleasure.
i was thinking damn this nigga is high iq as fuck to write that and then I realized it's stolen
 

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