what's her name, Yea Forums?
What's her name, Yea Forums?
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No name, descended from a famous classicist to the point that I see her unusual surname quite often in print.
The thing is, having those feelings in me brings a welcome chaos and strife to my life, which would otherwise be boring as hell.
I could very easily get content with my basic-bitch work-home-work rhythm but having Weird Feelings towards this friend fuels my striving. It's all very Knight of Infinite Resignation
Loneliness
>mom
Anxiety
Third Reich
Cancer
That's a dude.
Daneequa
Emma Bovary
chastity and continence.
Sophía
Her name is "Claire's Discount Potato Vodka" (distilled twice by law and a third time for good luck). I love her and she loves me.
Alexandra.
Don't go for french girls, Yea Forums. They will destroy your heart even if they are fantastic in bed.
Fml it's been like 4 years. I still wake up in the morning dreaming of her.
Holy fuck user what a devastating post.
Feel like shit.
Faggot
>tfw I fell for the French Canadian meme
why are they so evil bros?
I just call her “cunt”
How many diseases did she give you?
Meghan
Laura
Nicola
Xcom Enemy Within
Lady Philosophy
Da mihi castitatem et continentiam, sed noli modo
Emily
好
>/lil/
>cannot fucking bother writing out his reply
I don't even know any girls. I sometimes dream of romantic interactions with a very beautiful girl. She looks different each time. It's so cruel to have these dreams. It's horrible to wake up to a lonely reality. Why must I be reminded of what it would be like to have someone to love? Just let me be, I'll find a girl one day. No need to torture me with these dreams.
Holy based!
Pupinia Stewart.
That's a man, man
She browses Yea Forums and is likely checking this thread to see if she has been mentioned. You conceited bitch.
This vocaroo uncucked my life
Lolita. Lo Lee Ta
The only girl I ever kissed, touched her boobies and cuddled with and read me Rimbaud in French which I recall vividly when I masturbate vehemently everyday
John
Anastasiya. Pretty sure she's gonna ruin my life. Oh well.
>vocaroo.com
based lul
What's her name user?
How good was her french? Could she ask for directions somewhere in Toulouse?
I wanna know about Nicola. Give me five words.
She looks different each time. Are there features that stay the same? If so, what?
No it's just a different girl probably. None of them have been ugly of course. Last time it looked like a girl I went to 5th grade with but grown up.
This guy gets it.
I don't want to talk about Nicola
mea culpa mea culpa
Look other user, he gave you two bonus words!
Camille.
I could've gone straight for it but I was too much of a pussy. Now we only have awkward talk. She's got a slut reputaiton so I try to tell myself that it was best I did not go futhur with it anyway.
FUCK
Larissa. But she changed so much after 5 years that I don't even recognize her anymore.
Alva.
It was nothing but hedonism.
But even then, I'd do it again.
My first love in middle school was named Madeleine. She was blonde and played the flute.
So fucking based.
>I can't imagine being some fat fucking retard who spends every day thinking of one bitch.
Based.
Inb4 this guy dated Wilhelmina Lattimore.
If only it was a single name OP.
>Don't go for french girls, Yea Forums. They will destroy your heart even if they are fantastic in bed.
As a frog, can confirm.
Buy a bottle of wine and take it to her house.
You sound like a crossbred of Aaron Paul with a cough and a sixteen years old on weed.
Also I'm selling your voice to a gay voice fetish underground forum, hope you don't mind.
Based and Latin pilled
>wilhelmina
thats hot name
Wallowing in self-pity about having lost a girl is fine for a few weeks or months perhaps, but after that it just becomes self-indulgent.
The vocaroo that SAVED Yea Forums
Her name is Sarah. Her special order engagement ring arrives tomorrow. She's given me four years of unwavering trust, friendship, and aspiration. Very soon I'm going to ask her to give me "the very gold of her life", as Wilde put it, and live with me in my little house on an Apalachian hilltop until we need something bigger to accommodate our children. I'm not a rich man but my life is richly blessed in the gifts of love, scholarship, and purpose. I hope you all come to know my joy in time.
sheryne, 24 yo, party slut spending her daddy's money
Congradulations bro, I'm glad someone's making it.
No one. That's the problem.
You sound wonderful. I wish you both the best, just don't go all Captain Fantastic on your kids.
>It's so cruel to have these dreams. It's horrible to wake up to a lonely reality.
No no no.
the kid went back to New York City to live with a woman
he met in a kibbutz.
he left his mother at the age of
32, a well-kept fellow, sense of humor and never
wore the same pair of shorts
more than one day. there he was
in the Puerto Rican section, she had a
job. he wanted iron bars on the windows and
ate too much fried chicken at 10 a.m.
in the morning after she went to
work. he had some money saved out of the
years and he fucked but he was really
afraid of
pussy.
I was sitting with Eileen in Hollywood
and I said:
I ought to warn the kid
so that when she turns on him
he'll be
ready.
no, she said, let him be happy.
I let him be
happy.
now he's back living with his
mother, he weighs three hundred and ten pounds
and eats all the time
and laughs all the time
but you ought to see his
eyes ...
the eyes are sitting in the center of all that
flesh ...
he bites into a chicken leg:
I loved her, he says to me,
I loved her.
I don't know. I see her dancing around my mind, enticing me, eluding me, haunting me. I see her figure, her hair, her clothes - but never her face. She is the inspiration of all my writing, she is my muse and my maiden, the coy wanderer through my imagination, only seen in my waking dreams and deep reveries. God's gift not for taking, irresistible grace only for observing, candid whispers barely heard. I know everything about her, all but her name and her face.
her name is evil witch creature that broke my pride in half and drove me mad
I don't want to give her real name.
She's a semi-famous model at my college.
We dated on and off when I was a little mad and now she's abroad for a year.
I never told her my feelings because I rarely make myself vulnerable to women.
I just gave her a diary.
Kristen, she feels about me the same as I feel about her, but our lives are too different to ever work.
saying her name any more I think breaks some spell that I once shared with another being.
a month ago I found out she is engaged. I didn't know myself and she was ready for something I probably was not. A year makes so much difference.
Alice
Top kek
Evelyn
Such a pretty name, and such a pretty girl
Hopefully not yours desu.
Three --- Amy, Christina, and Kieran. I have a girl who loves me now. We've been together for a year. I love her, but I can't shake the feeling that I could've ended up with either of those three and been much happier.
Absolutely fucking based. FUCK OP
Erika
shit taste desu
There's no point naming her because a single word won't convey what she means to me or the depth of my suffering over her
>that awkward vocal tic at the end that transitions into the reddit le random rick and morty black people roast voice
I agree with the sentiment but geez man
remember to report the post for being off-topic lads
>this is the voice of the guy calling you a retard on Yea Forums
kek
Is that her in the vid ? Very hot.
;_;
Seems like you met the little sister of Beatrice, congrats man.
Anne
Pale, beyond porch and portal,
Crowned with calm leaves, she stands
Who gathers all things mortal
With cold immortal hands;
Her languid lips are sweeter
Than love's who fears to greet her
To men that mix and meet her
From many times and lands.
Ophelia, she's my tulpa
THE ONLY GIRL I'VE EVER LOVED
Boring
Bonquisha
Shenaynay
Jett ):
Oof good question
This post is not helping me get over my breakup ):. Im glad youre happy
so this is the power of american negrofication
sara
i liked her for a bit but nothing happened
then after high school i found out that she was into me but was afraid to tell me and was sad that i went away for school
by that point i had moved on and was in a relationship with someone else
now i'm a fucking bum living with my parents with no friends, no girlfriend, and no job
and sara is engaged and doing really well for herself
i fucking blew it
Beatrice. She will never know my name.
the day we met, she asked me to leave my wife.
based
IN SOME SORT OF TIME MACHINE