Hum something to me, user

>hum something to me, user...

Well, Sup Forums? What do you hum?

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I'd hum Earthmover.

>I'm sorry, user. I can't tell you how to reconcile your past and present. I can't offer you all of the answers. I just can't. What I can offer is my shoulders and spine to lean on, and my hands and heart to hold.

WE WISH WEEEE WERE DEAAAAAAAAAADD

>Moonman Moonman can't you see, spics and niggers need to hang from trees

>Tonight's the night that nothing can go wrong, when I attack that pussy like a monster in Hong Kong

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Imma eat that booty just like groceries

>I can't stand these pleb tunes, user. Could you get the manager and ask him to play Holy Fucking Shit: 40,000 instead of this mediocre, pitchfork approved periphery pop?

>user, do you know I used to have insomnia? No, really! It probably seems strange, but I never thought to tell you, probably because it, among other things, improved around the time you entered my life. I know that it sounds strange! That's why I've been up thinking about it for the past hour! I mean, I used to be so messed up. Beyond a certain point I just must've existed as an unyielding string of mistakes. My outlook became so bleak. I used to think that, as humans, we were doomed to regret and lament our past because it's only our poor choices that we realize, the good ones all appearing par for the course and never imbuing pride or a sense of self-worth. Then I met you, and though I've known it subconsciously all along, I'm only now aware of how wrong I was. You're certainly not par for the course. Without a doubt you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, user. Every morning when I wake up beside you, remembering our pasts, I appreciate our present even more.

>no attractive woman will ever spend this much time talking to you about such mundane shit unless you're friendzoned

>No! There's just no other way to put it, user! I'm tired of this, exhausted! And you say to give you more time, another chance!? user, it's been 6 months! At least others have the decency to be up front about things like this. You, you employ so many means of compensation to cope with, and to mask your envy and narcissism that you actually start to believe they don't exist! Well user, who took my stole my phone and deleted a bunch of messages so I wouldn't find out that my best friend was in a coma? Who told my professor, the department fucking chair, that I'd be too busy for the internship in Kiev, and he should look for someone else? And now this? You think I've brought you to my home, to my family, just so you can try and pull me away from them? No, user! And don't fucking cry about having no friends or close family, especially not now. When was the last time you listened to my problems without instantly diverting the discussion to yourself? When was the last time that you gave something instead of taking?

>This isn't going to work out, user. I want you gone by the end of the week.

Begging you to have sex panjeet

>Humming to fuck some worthless sand nigger

Degenerate

doooooo doo doooo dooooooo
doooooooo doo doooo doooooooo

>confusing niggers with sand niggers

for what purpose

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FRANKIE SINATRA

>user, I've gotta confess something, and I'm not sure you're going to like it. In an odd, arguably cruel fashion, I'm glad that you spent all those years alone. No doubt your stories of spending countless days and nights isolated make me sad, but in a sense it's because of those stories that you're here, with me today. I hope that doesn't sound incredibly cruel, and I hope I can make all those lonesome years worth it in the end. I really do.

I knew lots of people from r9k post here, but damn

straight edge

Moonman and Johnny Rebel

Get out of my house degenerate race mixer and back into the fields.

Being retarded

Chacaron Macaron

>Hey, user. Thanks for meeting up with me. I suppose I'll start by telling you that I'm moving back to Chicago. Just gonna rent out a space at my folks' place, and try getting hired at a nearby publisher. Also, no I haven't been answering my phone. I'm sorry, and I hope you weren't worried. The past week or so's rendered me a bit dissolved, and I believed it a disservice to you, and especially myself, to foster any sort of interaction until my raw emotions had yielded, and I'd regained some sense of composure. I'm better now, and I can share what's been on my mind. Once, when I believed you were a misunderstood, but good-natured creature of ill-circumstance, I promised I'd never leave you, but our time together has taught me otherwise and I've no other choice. Perhaps the worst part is that you've yet to even realize that you're the problem here. I mean, with a single hour of interaction others are privy to your covert narcissism and the compensatory fervor with which you consume music, so how in the world aren't you? You don't actually believe that you're superior to other people because you spend 12 hours a day catalouging and listening to music, right? Of course you don't, but I wonder, in fact I've been wondering for the past week, what would happen if through some miracle you were forced to drop that charade and present yourself with an iota of sincerity. I suppose I'll never know, but what I do know is that after this conversation ends, when I'm sitting on the train heading back home, you'll be at yours, trying to repair the tattered remnants of your psyche and convince yourself of whatever masturbatory rhetoric you've become fluent with. I know that you'll try to hate me, but never will, especially never more than you hate yourself. Don't bother trying to contact me.

>not having jungle feaver

what are you gay?

No just a proud White man.

in all seriousness black and indian women are the least attractive desu. latinas are aight though

>user, do you ever ponder our position in history? Well, of course you do, but to what extent? It's bothering me a lot, lately. I feel as though behind and after us are eras of extravagance, and we're just a bridge to something better, a necessary mediocrity, and I'm not sure if I'd rather be complacent like most others or allow myself to be molded by this discontent, so the more I think about it, the more I regret it, or at least I think I do. Maybe I'd regret the decision to remain content too. Maybe I'm the mediocre one, too busy and narcissistic psychoanalyzing myself to realize this stupor is mine and mine alone... ...Sheesh! I've been rambling like an idiot again, haven't I? I'm sorry, user. At least I have you. I know I'll never be mediocre in your eyes, and that's enough for me.

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>Have fun last night, lil bro? David told me you went over there to hang out, and you got high and passed out in a guest room. He had to carry you to his car and give you a ride back. I figured you wouldn't remember. Mom doesn't know. Don't worry. No point in weighing down her weak, old heart with the fact that her son is an irresponsible burnout among everything else. But it's not me you should be thanking, it's David. He's the one that invited you and then cleaned up whatever messes you left behind. Honestly, user: Just what exactly are you waiting for? If you were expecting a hand-out, last night was it, and you wasted it unconscious in someone's guest room. Did you hang out with anyone in college, at all? Because I know what you did in high school, and if your college experience thus far resembles that, then last night was the first time in rougly a decade that anyone has volunteered to occupy their time with you, and all you did was give them a reason to never do that again. And for the record, David didn't invite you out of pity. I mean, yeah he noticed that you were alone all the time and he felt bad, but he thought you'd have something to say, something interesting to contribute, something more than that sullen silence if given a chance. I just don't want you contorting last night's events into some silent, spiteful protest. You know I'm just glad that mom's not around to see the ineffectual, failure of a son you've become. We both know that she'd find some way to blame herself despite how obvious it is that you shot yourself in the foot and, be it through stubborness or spite, refused help. Anyway, before I leave you should know that I don't hate you or anything, becaue you're my brother. But I sincerely suggest you disappear, somehow, someway, before mom recovers. You are a lingering burden that this family cannot afford to keep around anymore. Think about it this way: Killing yourself would actually be the most generous thing you've ever done for us.

No one talks like that lmao

based unty

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the fear and inferiority complex

terrible facial aesthetics

you have bad eyes for this

>you cant have preferences
sure thing m8

I can prefer pears to apples, but to dismiss an entire group of people is completely idiotic. Out of the millions of people, you find not a single one attractive?
I severely doubt it

asserting that all people within a specific group must have the exact same characteristics, or that they have characteristics which are different from populations of other ethnicities
What we do and do not like influences what we experience in the world, how we experience the world, and the way that we impact those around us. However, you should be critical of your preferences, especially when it comes to people and personal relationships

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>What's wrong, user? This is what you always wanted, isn't it? You're always harping about how "our senses wear out." This is your chance to spike your adrenaline, and to spite your existence. C'mon. We can jump together. I'll wait as long as you need, and then I'll see you at the bottom.

Are you fantasizing about a girl urging you to commit suicide with her?

>Make a suicide pact with me, user. And don't pretend to be averse to the notion, either. For the past few months I've been reading your journal while you sleep, and I also sold your Pain Teens 7" for Oreos and red paint. Anyway, you should totally do it since your life serves no purpose without me anyway.

What if user is talking about bungee jumping

I have a friend who talks like that.

He's fucking insufferable.

>There are two kinds of men in the world, user: Those of influence, both good and bad, and the ineffectual, those that in the grandiose perspective don't matter. You're obviously the latter, but recently I've been thinking that's not too bad a thing. Sure, in your 20 something years you've affected fewer than 5 people in any realistic sense, or accumulated any sense of achievement, but things could be worse. Look, what I'm trying, and failing, to convey gently is that you shouldn't resort to crass and violent means to feel you've contributed something to existence, not if it's only going to hurt others around you. I mean, I-I really hope this isn't horribly off-base or anything, but I see these guys, these guys that are only in their early 20's if even that old, these guys that are hardly even adults, all on the news for murdering their peers with increasing frequency and then I see you in class or hurrying to your dorm, always looking so distant and sullen, and I get nervous. And it's not just me, either. But anyway, I didn't approach you because I think we should be friends or something like that. Your demeanor suggests that you'd want to be friends with me just as much as I'd want to be friends with you. I just don't want you taking a life in a destructive, indirect expression of your malcontent and vitriol. There are more constructive outlets, and if those fail, a quiet suicide is a much better option.