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this is my thread just for me don't post here

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you got it boss

>minute one
>i released i got quads
>there is a french poster
>feeling sad
>have empty stomach haven't eaten anything in two days

*_*

ehehehehehehehehehehehe

Why not starting eating rn then?

wtf bro? head to your nearest burger joint and grab some delicious american cuisine.

>minute 5
>3 other poster give me a you
>don't have anything to eat
>too lazy to leave home
>been drinking olive oil for the last 3 days
>oh i have a headache from using the pc for consecutive 15 hour
>but i have to complete logh before sleeping

logh is good but a waste of time

>minute 11
>thinking of suice
>but i suddenly remembered girl X smiled in my face today
>i still have a reason to live

>minute 15
>just remembered i didn't left house for 3 days
>but who was that girl ?
>was it my imagination
>was it a dream
>was it a ghost
>who knows
>maybe i 'm the last human alive
>maybe i'm dead

>>maybe i 'm the last human alive

me

>minute 18
>change the browser to bump the thread
>i won't let it die like my soul has a long time ago
>i'm feeling empty insde
>but reinhard look so damn hot

so you live w a girl?
then you have nothing to be sad about

die roach ahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

>minute 22
>i want to change i really want to change
>I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
>i leave my bed and try to step outside of my room
>it's so dark outside so dark i'm alone
>no maybe there are ghost
>lock the door
>go back to my warm bed
>shitpost on 4 chan

stop it

STOP IT

>minute 27
>it will be half an hour in 3 minutes but it seemed like a decade
>i noticed someone who think i'm turk
>i wander what's wrong with the indian guy
>i didn't had interaction with humans i don't understand them anymore
>i 'm finally sure that La plus belle des ruses du diable est de vous persuader qu'il n'existe pas

>i wander what's wrong with the indian guy
IT'S WONDER YA FUCKING TSUN AND I'LL SHOW YA WITH MY FIST WHAJST WRONG EIH WME
ST[P IT

>>i noticed someone who think i'm turk

This was me, had to check flag.

It's kinda funny. Keep going mang

Tunisia-chan, please don't cry

I made you a cupcake

>minute 32
>i got bullied again
>i finally finished logh
>i don't have anything to live for
>i will just end it
>it was a short life but it felt like a decade of pain and agony
>good bye goodbye mina i won't forgive you

waste of 4s

death will free u

fuck the red pill and blue pill swallow the cyanide pill so u can go to a better place

glad your dead weirdo
>Arabic tunisians speak french and finnish and are in africa
Pick one and stick with it next time

No, don´t listen to them.
Life is worth living, give it another try.

life is not worth living

life is just one bad meme

>i was too scared to do it
>but i that didn't change anything about my view on life
>“Out of frustrations, out of desperation, out of disappointments, out of mediocrity. out of idleness,out of limited insight, out of difficulties, out of insatiability, out of poverty, out of pain and the vicissitudes of life , so many people shall come to a conclusion that nothing is worth living for
>oh what someone told me i'm arap no i'm not
>wow i feel alive again

Give back Tunisia.
t. French

pussy

FUCK U FUCK U FUCK U FYCK U GERM

do it! it's the only way!

>my wife with the hair of a wood fire
With the thoughts of heat lightning
With the waist of an hourglass
With the waist of an otter in the teeth of a tiger
My wife with the lips of a cockade and of a bunch of stars of the last magnitude
With the teeth of tracks of white mice on the white earth
With the tongue of rubbed amber and glass
My wife with the tongue of a stabbed host
With the tongue of a doll that opens and closes its eyes
With the tongue of an unbelievable stone
My wife with the eyelashes of strokes of a child's writing
With brows of the edge of a swallow's nest
My wife with the brow of slates of a hothouse roof
And of steam on the panes
My wife with shoulders of champagne
And of a fountain with dolphin-heads beneath the ice
My wife with wrists of matches
My wife with fingers of luck and ace of hearts
With fingers of mown hay
My wife with armpits of marten and of beechnut
And of Midsummer Night
Of privet and of an angelfish nest
With arms of seafoam and of riverlocks
And of a mingling of the wheat and the mill
My wife with legs of flares
With the movements of clockwork and despair
My wife with calves of eldertree pith
My wife with feet of initials
With feet of rings of keys and Java sparrows drinking
My wife with a neck of unpearled barley
My wife with a throat of the valley of gold
Of a tryst in the very bed of the torrent
With breasts of night
My wife with breasts of a marine molehill
My wife with breasts of the ruby's crucible
With breasts of the rose's spectre beneath the dew
My wife with the belly of an unfolding of the fan of days
With the belly of a gigantic claw

DONT

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My wife with the back of a bird fleeing vertically
With a back of quicksilver
With a back of light
With a nape of rolled stone and wet chalk
And of the drop of a glass where one has just been drinking
My wife with hips of a skiff
With hips of a chandelier and of arrow-feathers
And of shafts of white peacock plumes
Of an insensible pendulum
My wife with buttocks of sandstone and asbestos
My wife with buttocks of swans' backs
My wife with buttocks of spring
With the sex of an iris
My wife with the sex of a mining-placer and of a platypus
My wife with a sex of seaweed and ancient sweetmeat
My wife with a sex of mirror
My wife with eyes full of tears
With eyes of purple panoply and of a magnetic needle
My wife with savanna eyes
My wife with eyes of water to he drunk in prison
My wife with eyes of wood always under the axe
My wife with eyes of water-level of level of air earth and fire

thread soundtrack
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"We're Not Alone"

Sunlight was the only thing that felt right
Before I came here
But inside, it feels like it keeps raining
And every drop is like the tears we could cry

'Cause this time we were all alone
But this place gave us something
And somehow made us strong

If there's a place inside this world
Where hopes and dreams are not yet lost
We'll stand and climb against these walls
And fight this fight forever more

Sometimes I feel this anger changing, slowly into
A monster that keeps on creeping under
And I don't think that I can take anymore
I need to kill like never before
But can you hear me call ?

If there's a place inside this world
Where hopes and dreams are not yet lost
We'll stand and climb against these walls
And fight this fight forever more
If there's a place inside this world
Where we must go back to once more
Until the day
We find that place
We're not alone

When things go bad, when things go wrong
When on the verge of letting go
There's something that I really want you to know

When things go bad, when things go wrong
When on the verge of letting go
There's something that I really want you to know

You are not alone
No you're not alone anymore
You are not alone, no you're not alone anymore !

If there's a place inside this world
Where hopes and dreams are not yet lost
We'll stand and climb against these walls
And fight this fight forever more
If there's a place inside this world
Where we must go back to once more
Until the day
We find that place
We're not alone

We're not alone
When things go bad, when things go wrong
When on the verge of letting go
There's something that I really want you to know..
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Are Tunisians the biggest faggots in north africa?

No swedes are

the only real feeling is wanting to die

the only real goal is to die

That day wasn't the first time I had attempted suicide. Simply disappearing into the distant nothingness where there was no pain and no more feelings - back then I thought it an act of empowerment. Otherwise I had very little power to make any decisions about my life, my body, my actions. Taking my own life seemed my last trump card

here

...

A bind is when you're quadriplegic, suicidal about that and unable to persuade your best friend to murder you.
>but i don't even have friends

Fuck off Tunisia is the best

i was going to use it but i can make another one

Lolita, lumière de ma vie, feu de mes reins. Mon péché, mon âme. Lo-lii-ta : le bout de la langue fait trois petits pas le long du palais pour taper, à trois reprises, contre les dents. Lo. Lii. Ta.
Le matin, elle était Lo, simplement Lo, avec son mètre quarante-six et son unique chaussette. Elle était Lola en pantalon. Elle était Dolly à l'école. Elle était Dolorès sur les pointillés. Mais dans mes bras, elle était toujours Lolita.

Je t'aimais. J'étais un monstre pentapode, mais je t'aimais. J'étais misérable et brutal, et plein de turpitude, j'étais tout cela, mais je t'aimais, je t'aimais!
Et il y avait des jours où je savais ce que tu ressentais, et c'était pour moi un supplice infernal, mon enfant. Petite Lolita, brave Dolly Schiller.

Elle me regarda fixement comme si elle prenait soudain conscience du fait incroyable- et bizarrement ennuyeux, confondant et oiseux - que ce quadragénaire distant, élégant, mince, débile, en veste de velours, assis à côté d'elle, avait connu et adoré tous les pores et tous les follicules de son corps pubère. Dans ses yeux d'un gris délavé curieusement habillés de lunettes, notre misérable idylle se refléta un instant, fut méditée et écartée comme une surprise-partie terne, un pique-nique pluvieux auquel seuls étaient venus les raseurs les plus assommants, comme un pensum, comme une légère pellicule de boue séchée recouvrant son enfance.

STOP SPEAKY FREAKY FRENCHIE

“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”

STOP TRANSLATING
geez i'm out
You've won Tunisia this time

That was kind of relaxing and depressing

(you)
Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.

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