>Britons will feel pride in 2018, says Theresa May
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>Call for tech giants to face taxes over extremist content
bbc.co.uk
>SIR Nicholas William Peter Clegg
independent.co.uk
>Arts chiefs warn of the threat to Britain’s creative reputation amid fears of a hard Brexit
theguardian.com
>Storm Dylan set to disrupt New Year's Eve travel across Britain
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>BIG BELLY SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS
What’s going on in yankland these days?
Cold.
What's happening here?
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Tedious tripe argues with Mail on Sunday columnist - gets muted. Many such cases!.
>1am
Wow, how degenerate. It's almost worse than the White chick I saw with a noise tattooed around her collar and in between tots
The sea plane crash in Australia. One of the dead was the press leader for (((Open Britain))) a pro EU and pro rapefugee group. Another one of the dead was the boss of a FTSE 100 company that was pro EU.
Kikes.
open-britain.co.uk
Oh nooo that sux
I can't keep getting away with it.
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Thank you for the elucidation.
really cold senpai
Yes you can't.
I mean, the Postmodern "no objectivity/reality" viewpoint is really fucking stupid.
An apple is an apple.
It has a rhetorical meaning in its own right, the feelings you ascribe to that object really doesn't fucking matter.
>an apple is an apple
american education
2018 is going to be a shit year now isn't it?
youtube.com
Bottom of the thread is my territory cope.
Well a hit took place on a bunch of pro EU cucks in ausland.
Be happy.
>2018: The Year of Hope & Salvation
just ate some microwave spaghetti meatballs
leftover chinese foo
a full toblerone
a glass of orange juice
and a glass of milk
rate
your diet is nearly as varied as the typical yank's ancestry
Get comfy lads, 2018 will be a huge year. I think we might have a war or some catastrophe this year-- things seem to be leading up to a big happening.
Whatever happens, I'm happy staying cosy this year. It could be the year where LOCAL vanguardism takes hold.
>START
>FORMING
>VANGUARDS
>too scared to check my emails or my phone because i'm terrified it'll mean I have to do something
Lazy cunt
Support your local team lads
All firms friend now
>a glass of orange juice
>and a glass of milk
Nice to know there are still some real stone cold killers in these threads. Deep.
>Congratulations you have another job interview which you won't get but we'll invite you to fulfill our applicant quota. Infact the job has already gone before the interview will take place. See you tuesday at 6am in the morning.
or
>why the fuck didn't you come out on new years? we were all texting you and you never responded?
or
>we noticed you didn't pay for a train ticket this time last year. you owe us £400 or we'll come and arrest you.
or
>unfortunately your application has been unsuccessful *100
or
>ebay has some offers we think you'll like
or
>9 jobs relating to your search criteria we think you'll like: grave digger, undertaker, funeral director, noose manufacturer, rope tightener, stand in a shop all day, stand in a factory all day, file for dickhead 34 year old women, debt collector
Who here /failedstraight/ here?
I only take it up the ass because of years of teen rejection from girls and my need for human intimacy and affection and lack of physical manhood or ability to use it has overridden my previous homophobia
I do it so I can feel loved and love someone. I wouldent have done it if I wasn't so desperate for affection and to be wanted by someone. Anyone.
you're gay
I need a character reference from a former supervisor
Would it be weird to use their personal phone number I found in an old email?
I wasn't gay.
It's still nice. I can forget about trying to be confident or assertive with him
He cuddles me and he organises what we do, he takes the lead, he's in control. I was never good at any of that when I tried to talk to girls, and I certainly would never know how to be the "man" of a relationship with a girl.
I feel safe with him. I don't feel lost. I wasn't gay...but I just like this. I feel wanted and loved...
I've never been so close with another human. That all I wanted
so you're prison gay? a multitude of instances. Lamentable!
you're gay
Why do all the faggots come out after midnight?
>British postmodern education
Your feelings and whims do not affect the Independent Objective reality.
Language's entire purpose is to convey information about that reality.
The entire idea of subjective constructionism is entirely laughable because natural selection will remove you from this reality by killing you if you interpret things wrong.
Humanity may not know what correct, but it certainly is capable of learning what is wrong.
Raoul Moat, Derrick Bird, Michael Robert Ryan, Thomas Hamilton
Tell me about them lads. Why did they do it?
just do it. fuck it.
Put the trip back on Willy Nibbler.
Cold, mate. How's by you?
you're right
I was lonely.
I think about stuff when I'm in my bed on my phone
i couldn't fuck a guy because it would make me feel bad.
i'm heterosexual
you can fuck a guy because it makes you feel good.
you're homosexual
id go gay if the thought of gay sex didnt make me gag. but I get it for all the other reasons he stated
i like leading a woman
i like walking around town with a woman
>Language's entire purpose is to convey information about that (independent objective) reality.
*unsheathes poker*
wrong! wrong! wrong!
language
more like
langayge am i right folks
No I feel bad, I just do it as an obligation of being his bf, I find sex very stressful with him even though my ass can take it at this point, so I'm glad when it's over, and I've never orgasmed from it.
I just do it to make him happy
The only thing is I do feel really calm when Im sucking his cock or cuddled into him or kissing him
You want a varvara petrovna to ur stepan trofimovich
u dont have to be gay just get an alpha gf
The only time I was on a date with a girl I felt ashamed because I was so beta
I broke up with her after a week and I cried from the stress and pressure of being a boyfriend to a girl
read demons by dostoyevsky
u are stepan
I feel physically emasculated and beta around woman. I literally can't face them anymore
What the fuck would a woman want with me
or "Notes from /r9k/"
lift weight till ur brain is reet
fucking love that book
read it unironically about 12 times
dont think it's relevant to this gay boii tho
I'm not much of a reader
I was an intense lifter a few years ago. It didn't do me any good.
I felt outdone by 15 year olds who were more alpha than me and had gfs
>intense lifter
yeah but did you make physical gains or did you just fuck about
>just ate some microwave spaghetti meatballs
The spaghetti is always rank and the meatballs smell like farts
Before I ate them I felt awful and was full of despair in my stomach
Now I see the beauty in the world again and my throat is where the despair sits
I wish sometimes, but I'm too straight. I had a male friend who I was very close to and opened up and confided in him more than anyone else, but it wasn't sexual. I did find him attractive though, but again not in a sexual way.
But that's ancient history now. I wonder if he ever thinks about me. Probably not, but it's hard to imagine he wouldn't.
I prefer tinned food desu
and cock apparantly
the last two numbers decide which sonnet
Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due,
Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.
Thy outward thus with outward praise is crown'd;
But those same tongues that give thee so thine own
In other accents do this praise confound
By seeing farther than the eye hath shown.
They look into the beauty of thy mind,
And that, in guess, they measure by thy deeds; 10
Then, churls, their thoughts, although their eyes were kind,
To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds:
But why thy odour matcheth not thy show,
The solve is this, that thou dost common grow.
WHEEEEEEEEEY
Sonnet 69 continues the discussion of public praise and the opinion of the world of Sonnets 67 and 68. However, here the question of the fair lord's morality is raised, and it is implied that his inner self is not as beautiful as he seems superficially. The conclusion of the final couplet is ambiguous: "thou dost common grow" could refer either to the fair lord's association with common people in alehouses, or to his use of prostitutes (common women).
Lines 1-6 praise the outward beauty of the fair lord, using public opinion to support the idea that there is no questioning the extent of the beauty. In line 3, "All tongues, the voice of souls," does not suggest that spoken words can be directly linked to feelings of the soul. This idea would be contrary to the dissembling that is so characteristic of Shakespearean plays. Rather, it focuses attention on the inner rather than the outer: here the distinction is made in other people, and in the second half of the sonnet it will be applied to the fair lord.
The meanings of certain words in this sonnet have various interpretations. The word "accents" in line 7 implies the use of words to criticize the youth's inner beauty, but lines 8-12 suggest that this criticism only exists in thoughts. Thus "accents" can be understood to mean "undertones," or "suggestions." In line 11, "Then, churls, their thoughts, although their eyes were kind," the word "churls," which means boorish peasants, could refer either to the people who praised the fair lord's appearance but question his inner beauty, or to the thoughts themselves, which would be personified by "churl."
I don't like that sonnet. It deals with a very small idea. Last 2 numbers decide
How can I then return in happy plight,
That am debarred the benefit of rest?
When day's oppression is not eas'd by night,
But day by night and night by day oppressed,
And each, though enemies to either's reign,
Do in consent shake hands to torture me,
The one by toil, the other to complain
How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
I tell the day, to please him thou art bright,
And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:
So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night,
When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.
But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,
And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger.
+sip+
You poof posters are the worst.
Nothing beats some anonymong claiming he wasnt gay because he was fucking guys in the ass sfter a night out ourely because they were easier to pull than girls. And he said it was ok because he would think about a girl or think he was fucking a girl while his cock and balls were within inches of another man's sock and balls.
I remember when I was younger and I read this I felt something. Now I don't. Maybe i'm already dead.
sleeping pattern gang
Shakespeare > Million Dollar Extreme
:cute:
My parents accused me of roiding even though I was natty
I got 110kg bench and I could pop veins lifting
Sometimes I think that was my peak moment, I was my strongest self before it all came crashing down. I could have died with my honour intact if just suddenly died in those days for no reason
The Complete Works of William Shakespeare > Sam Hyde bathroom mirror vids
obviously
You can get it back
That while she with her eyes my heart does bind,
She with her voice might captivate my mind.
I could have fled from one but singly fair,
My disentangled soul itself might save,
Breaking the curled trammels of her hair.
But how should I avoid to be her slave,
Whose subtle art invisibly can wreath
My fetters of the very air I breathe?
>
My mom is cool
My mom is cool
My mom is cool and my mom will treat you right
How? How do you come back from such a fall.
The same way you eat a cupboard
A splinter at a time
Is that pic real? If so, why?
It had been easy fighting in some plain,
Where victory might hang in equal choice,
But all resistance against her is vain,
Who has th’advantage both of eyes and voice,
And all my forces needs must be undone,
She having gained both the wind and sun.
lol britbong trump would not bow to a king and you're buying the photoshop? lol moron kys faggot
last 3 numbers decide which page i'll read
FIRST SHAVE AFTER COMA by Daniel Hitchens
Squaring up the bathroom mirror,
he shuffles through
greeting an old enemy
hand shaking on a knife edge.
He re-emerges in the glass
while clods of rain pile up
in the bathroom panes.
The year had nearly buried him.
Outside, the garden is featureless,
the grass yellowed, he imagines,
by the heatwave under which
the town had been breathing for weeks.
>Daniel Hitchens
Holy shit I just googled him. What a coincidence.
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This is a sign from god that we must go deeper. Numbers at the end of this decide which page
Self indulgent faggot that should be forced to kill feral niggers in Africa to keep their population down.
FIST OF THE NORTH START by Kayo Chingonyi
A pound, and I’m the man
with seven scars, true heir
to the school of Hokuto
Shinken, wandering the non-
descript badlands that always
mean world’s end, lone hero,
the criminally insane mutated
to pale hulks with bulbous heads,
made flesh-bombs, with the flick
of a wrist, so quick, it seems
I only stand still; win by an act
of will. This is a Hokuto master’s
art: observe the foe’s stopped heart,
intact, but for the dark spot where
the strike found its mark. I practiced
first with melons. When they split
at the slightest touch, I called myself
a novice. When we cut them open
to see the fruit reduced to slush,
I became a student. When my finger-
tips moved as if full metal jackets,
I set off on the quest that is my life’s
work. Chain-wielding bikers cannot
faze me. To face me is to invite death.
What is the significance of this young man???
Peter. The original Hitchens, who was a- two great men; Peter and his descendant Daniel. Extreme opposite of character in every respect.