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bg music sound file? Eeyore 15/04/18(Sat)11:39 No. 4348 ID: e4da2e [Reply]

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what's the background music file for this posting board /grim/? it is really good and I like it.. :(

yours sincerely,

a fellow /grim/-er

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Eeyore 15/06/15(Mon)08:44 No. 4456 ID: d4d28a

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Thanks for asking


Eeyore 15/06/15(Mon)08:55 No. 4457 ID: d4d28a

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A Beautiful Mind StarbuckTheOne 16/07/10(Sun)01:19 No. 4955 ID: d3f468

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Religion...a beautiful thing. Modern Christianity, a powerful entity in of itself. A delightful way to warp a mind in apparent opposition of one's true self in a battle for control...slaying common sense. An outward attempt to covertly control one by teaching "self control" in as much as obedience again is good and nature (our own) is evil and misguided. To view others in a negative light, causing premature judgement shaping us in the mold after our chosen deity, or this Christian God. An underlying dance between two planes of the mind balancing ever so delicately on the words of men long dead and ideas that have stagnated in time. Praying to an entity, yearning...a false hope. To believe in the unseen instead of the factual which holds weight in the "real world". A message of unconditional love granted on conditional terms...to be truly accepted for who we are by ignoring our most base and carnal desires. To refrain in vain and be lost again in metaphorical limbo between discerning what is actual and what is not. A mystery to ourselves with clues scattered about in our own psyche...but I digress. Amen.

Eeyore 16/01/12(Tue)08:41 No. 4715 ID: 035ab6 [Reply]

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I've never been a religious person. I Never, Even though my family is all catholic, understood the concept of faith as a way of living a life of fulfillment. It made me feel alienated as a child when they prayed to some greater being. I closed my eyes, like them. I said the words at the same time they did. I drank the wine and ate the bread like them. Yet, I was disconnected. Never felt some kind of grace or holy touch that would reassure me the existence of god.

But, today more than ever... I feel compelled to pray. Pray to that greater being so he can show me the way out of this madness. I know deep inside me that there's nothing more than an infinite chain of causes and effects that maintains this system. There's no particular reason for me to do it, but
When I pray, it gives me a false feeling of comfort, of calm.

I pray to this infinite void so he can numb my troubles with false promises

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Andromeda 16/05/11(Wed)02:46 No. 4900 ID: 2845a5

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People may attempt to climb a ladder to the moon, but it won't happen.

Praying has never, in the history of our existence, helped anyone or helped do anything.


Concentrate your mind in other areas of your life. Physical, real solid areas that strike actions and create visible domino effects, helping others or finding ways to help yourself, it will produce a noticeable change in your life and it will come back to you. If you want to believe in something, believe in karma, believe in science and reason. Believe in truth. And question. Everything. It's good you are questioning now, because you will get answers, from me and others.

Yes, the universe is enormous and dark and full of shit we will never hope to understand. That is because we are part of something so enormous that religion would be an ignorant system to try to comprehend it, to say itah our tiny, miniscule place in the universe is all just for us.

Do small, miniscule things, they build. Trust me.

Then you might find happiness.

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Eeyore 16/06/24(Fri)19:07 No. 4947 ID: 573d5f

Your picture just reminded me of all the astrological phenomenon I won't see in my lifetime.

Eeyore 16/06/30(Thu)08:12 No. 4950 ID: 72c3b5

I'm still trying to work all the christianized idioms out of my midwestern english. It's taken years of practice; still catch myself saying the names of ordinary human beings and imaginary boogey-men in times of shock or crisis. Hard work.

Eeyore 16/05/30(Mon)04:05 No. 4921 ID: 2122dc [Reply]

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Jerking off to internet porn for the third time today, because it's more fun that doing the dishes that have been piling up for weeks

found a porn video that had a girl that looked a lot like my ex-wife

I thought "oh cool" but after about five minutes I'm there crying with my dick in my hand thinking about how I am alone in the universe and no one has touched me in years

Eeyore 16/05/31(Tue)17:06 No. 4923 ID: eadfd2

Sex and porn don't particularly excite me anymore... they're just things to do. Achievement, popularity, even survival seem meaningless in the grand scheme of things.

I used to be so motivated...

What shall I do now?

Eeyore 16/06/01(Wed)13:32 No. 4927 ID: 9de798

We are the same person.

Ariel 16/06/11(Sat)12:33 No. 4937 ID: 3e778b

You should use porn and not let yourself be used up by it. If you need to jack off and need a few images to get excited then go on and do it, but don't stay there all day.

Dump all stuff aside and pull your shit together!
Who cares about your ex-wife?

Find true friends and you do so by being sincere, honest and heartful.

Shave Balls 15/12/30(Wed)23:18 No. 4700 ID: af9dd7 [Reply]

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Well, what's got you so grim, /grim/?
What was it that led to you ending up here?

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tragic hero Eeyore 16/05/23(Mon)02:49 No. 4914 ID: 01fab4

Here's a disclaimer: my depression has morphed into bitterness, so I'll probably come off as an unsympathetic asshole. In a way, I am one. This is the result of keeping my emotions to myself. It's not even justified, I hate what I've become.

You're right, I'm not a lunatic. But I am mentally unstable, at best. (If the stint in the mental ward was no indication of that...) Though I can't handle adversity too well anymore, I am somewhat functional: I held down a dead end job for about a month.

And it's not like I had anyone to begin with either; I went through years of dark shit and near suicides without anyone to guide me through it. I know I was comparatively lucky to even get a chance to change that, but still. In the end, even that was for nothing ("A lifetime of holding on, only to let go"). All of my achievements mean fuck all. That's what I get for being prideful ("A great effort gone to waste").

I admit, I am taking myself too seriously. But it's kind of hard not to when you know you're going to die with heartache, regardless of what you do at this point ("Guy in the Glass"). That you failed in every goal you ever had (set new goals? like what? call me delusional, but I had dreams of education reform... it's meaningless now, because it's not something I'm capable of accomplishing anymore). I had a taste of greatness, then I was robbed of it. I got a second chance, and instead of being thankful, I wasted it. Basically, I'm a dumbass.

At my peak, I was able to attract 4 girls to me just by walking into a room, while also taking an exam at the same time. Nowadays, I cry myself to sleep, only to dream of crying in my bed. Grief that deep will take lots of time and hard work to heal. Worth it, yes, but I don't even know where to start healing that much pain.

I'm basically this retard Paul from this short story:


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tragic hero Eeyore 16/05/23(Mon)03:01 No. 4915 ID: 01fab4

"So go ahead and lecture me, I don't really care."
Sorry, that's a bit of a misnomer, and comes across as way too hostile. I was ranting, so I got carried away. Not a good excuse, I know. Remember, asshole. At this point, I'd like to think I'm a Jerkass Woobie. I don't know though.

Anyway, what I meant was that I appreciate the response. It's nice to have anyone to even fucking talk to at this point. Instead of "lecture", I meant something more along the lines of "It's more than just 'Getting over myself', I don't know where to start on this journey of self-help, it'll take years to recover from all this and I don't exactly have a clear path in front of me. I denied my own pathway, so I'm a bit of a lost soul in that regard."

Completely different things, I know. Remember, dumbass.

Sometimes I wonder what made me lovable in the first place.

Eeyore 16/05/31(Tue)23:57 No. 4924 ID: b8bb94

trying to not hurt myself and hold onto my life until Sunday since I made plans with my friend to sell artwork on the waterfront. I didn't wake up crying or particularly sad initially but it's creeping in and I don't have the energy to combat it, I have literally no money for food and only have a week or two supply of protein powder.

Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and it's shocking to see all the self harm scars piled up in only a couple months. I'm hoping everything just turns gray soon so I can stop caring and just end it, since I'm coming off a manic episode. I can't stand it. I have feelings for my friend and so I want to hold out long enough to tell him, but I don't know if I can make it. He's afraid of me and has been avoiding me since I told him I was suicidal and hurting myself, so what the fuck can I lose at this point.

Eeyore 16/05/02(Mon)03:37 No. 4890 ID: 0478a4 [Reply]

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I just come here for the music. Melancholic ambience rocks my world.

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Eeyore 16/05/11(Wed)23:59 No. 4901 ID: c75407

The music is Back Hall from the Amnesia soundtrack unless they changed it, fits pretty well

Eeyore 16/05/20(Fri)15:41 No. 4906 ID: 64cd00


It happens to me when I use the https version of the site and I have to manually.

Eeyore 16/05/29(Sun)21:29 No. 4920 ID: 72a922

/eh/ also has problems like that.
even though you access the page by https, some content (css iirc) is delivered by http. these days browsers are more security concious and will have a little fit about that kind of thing.

Eeyore 16/04/24(Sun)04:13 No. 4876 ID: 2122dc [Reply]

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this is a picture of my dead boyfriend.

two years alone and who cares.

post pictures of people you were close to that are now dead, and tell us about them, if you want. spread proof of their existence in some small way. I get the feeling that everyone that knew him, including his mom and his brother, and just trying to pretend like he never existed in the first place.

I have no one to talk to about him and all my best memories from the last six years have him in it.

I miss ya, buppy.

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Eeyore 16/04/25(Mon)05:16 No. 4879 ID: d4d059

I'm a pretty cold person and was going to make fun of you, until i put myself in that position.. shit dog

Eeyore 16/05/02(Mon)17:14 No. 4893 ID: 7fd455

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...her name was Carla.
We fucked once.
I used to have a huge crush on her. I never talked to her about it, though.
We stopped talking right about after highschool.
She wound up having 2 kids and getting married. Shit was going well. I was hearing from her on and off. Then she hung her self out of the blue. No on, really, knows or understands why.

She left behind two kids and their father, being such a huge peace of shit he was, ended up raping one and actually giving her (a 3 year old) a sexual transmitted disease.

I miss Carla, alot. But, I feel sorry, most of all, for the kids.

Eeyore 16/05/23(Mon)08:05 No. 4916 ID: 9c3171

That's some real stuff, that's what I've come to expect from this world

Eeyore 16/03/23(Wed)07:21 No. 4824 ID: 759123 [Reply]

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I know it's bad to dwell on the past, on happier times you may have had. But It's all I seem to do now. I get drunk, and listen to the same music I did when I was younger to induce melancholy.

With that being said, what were the happiest moments of your life (if any) thus far /grim/?

High school for me. Pathetic and cliche I know. I had friends who I thought would last forever, and made so many amazing memories. I was extremely passionate, yet naive, about my 'inspiring' future. Looking back on the view I had on everything when I was 18 compared to today makes me understand what it truly means to grow up

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Eeyore 16/05/09(Mon)14:58 No. 4897 ID: 474440

Those times when I used to live in my hometown a village. No internet, no smartphone,no distraction. Playing cricket and football till I am completely tired and end the day with a swim in the pond near by then coming back home and getting yelled by my dear mother.

Those were the happiest days. no worries, no tension. Just freedom.

Eeyore 16/05/10(Tue)08:12 No. 4899 ID: 2a9baf

Definitely high school for me too, OP. Me and my friends group (there were 5 of us) would fuck around all day during school and spend almost every single weekend together listening to music, playing video games, and just talking. It truly was the best time of my life, and I think it always will be.

Eeyore 16/05/16(Mon)22:53 No. 4904 ID: 72f3d5

Nostalgia is a horribly addictive depressant.

I've had a lot of good times really; still having some now--but I think a lot about the wasted time, the wasted opportunities, and my wasted potential.

My childhood was horrible, but not as horrible as a lot of other kids. I wasn't physically or sexually abused by anybody. I was emotionally abused by my peers in school; and an investigation proved that the school faculty were complicit in the systematic bullying of undersize, overweight, and otherwise non-Aryan-Pride students (even though I and nearly everyone was white). It was also horrifcally embarassing; I embarassed myself with a sickening regularity throughout my childhood years.

In school, I never liked doing the work. I always turned in my algebra homework with answers only--never wrote anything else down in high-school math, which made my teacher furious but she knew I wasn't cheating on the tests. Never did homework for English class (until my parents talked the school into giving me a chance at AP English), or a lot of others (a habit I picked up in grade school). I was always late. I'm still always late (another habit that developed in grade school) and I know now there were things I could have done--signs my school and family should have been watching for--to indicate that I needed readjustment, that something wasn't working for me and my potential wasn't being realized (the way my failing grades became As and Bs in AP classes should have sent up a flag).

So I went goth, got into drugs and alcohol entirely too early in life (not the earliest perhaps, cigarrets: 11? weed: 12, alcohol: 14? hard/exotic/designer drugs: 18). University provided unprecidented opportunities ...to get high, have sex, get drunk, and all but drop out. There was a really proud moment there where I doubled up, snaked my way into the Dean of Enrollment's personal calendar, cleared my name and four bad grades, enrolled in two online colleges while taking full-time university classes and worked for the university's IT department--after spending my third year banned from campus wondering if a burger grill was hot enough to kill myself with.

Then have been some lows since then. Losing it, going to seek help for depression... Throwing away my early twenties on a girl who only wanted me to fulfill a childhood fantasy, then dissapear before her real adult life started (or maybe she just wanted to have a relationship with her father, hard to tell). ... Getting scammed every which way throughout my twenties: taxes embezzeled by my first carreer-job employer, worked for 7 months for another company that never properly paid its employees... Ended up drastically relocating and being temporarly homeless for a girl who confessed that she was cheating on me afte Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Eeyore 16/04/30(Sat)04:29 No. 4884 ID: 01fab4 [Reply]

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Some more /grim/ music for you


Eeyore 16/05/01(Sun)21:40 No. 4887 ID: ca7e87

Totally different genre, but to me this album is the perfect soundtrack to suicidal contemplation. The band's name is not a coincidence.


Eeyore 16/05/01(Sun)22:17 No. 4888 ID: f1d3df

This one does it for me.


Eeyore 15/12/08(Tue)00:37 No. 4665 ID: 1238e8 [Reply]

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Nihilism is the most honest philosophical position.


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Eeyore 16/04/14(Thu)06:07 No. 4859 ID: 14ae4a

Please try and forgive my redundancy, I did not read ahead before posting.

Zodia Eeyore 16/04/17(Sun)02:22 No. 4868 ID: ab6994

The more I learn the more I agree.

See the orchard where there's a desert. You can turn dust into fruit with knowledge and your hard work.

Eeyore 16/04/19(Tue)07:29 No. 4872 ID: d78ba2

Well, I'm not really the type to assert my own fundamental existence either, though. I think outside of my mind, nothing, including myself, exists how I perceive it; I cannot, for example, experience life as a tree or a dog or an atom, and so on ad infinitum. Thus, being that my perception is so embarrassingly limited, and being that my perception is merely an abstract which does not exist fundamentally beyond the confines of my consciousness, I cannot allow myself to be the solipsistic centre of the universe.

Eeyore 16/04/13(Wed)08:28 No. 4854 ID: 759123 [Reply]

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My dog that I've had since I was 12 died yesterday. I barely felt a goddamned thing. I'm extremely sad, but I cried only once, even though I loved her dearly. I think years of building up tough emotional armor is taking it's toll. I was extremely sensitive in my younger years, got tired of feeling like shit all the time, so I built an iron ship around this wooden heart.

I know this all sounds cheesy as shit. All I seem to feel now is grey. Sadness is a necessary emotion to help you grow, connect, have empathy, and see the tragic beauty and passion in life. I wouldn't recommend cutting it off. Feeling something, even if it's heartbreaking sadness and misery, is better than nothing at all

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Eeyore 16/04/16(Sat)07:09 No. 4865 ID: ec588a

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Was your dog a labrador?

I had a dog with similar color, but mixed lab/pyrenees/chow/etc. My very dearest dog. I left him in my parent's care for his final years (apartment, out of the country, etc). He passed away shortly after a trip home--we'd had some great old-fashioned walks, played tug of war... and then he was euthanised before pancreatic (?) cancer could finish him off a week later.

Eeyore 16/04/16(Sat)18:24 No. 4867 ID: f1d3df


Mine was a black lab, cancer survivor. Lived his last few days in our farm, close to nature.

Eeyore 16/04/19(Tue)01:10 No. 4871 ID: 58de7d

I had a puppy Bennie. He was a gsp and six months old. He caught parvo during one of the walks my sister would take him on. She's some kind of bipolar (whether or not this exists I don't care to debate right now). I felt extremely guilty when he died. More than sadness and more than anything else, I felt overwhelmingly guilty. When he first started showing symptoms I was upset with him. I thought he some trips put grass or a psychedelic leaf and that he was throwing up his bowels because of a bad trip. I remember taking him for his last walk, he was so excited. He couldn't even walk the entire walk. We got to the end of my short block and he shit put blood. I carried him home. I tried to feed him. I tried to give him water. I had to force food and water into him but he couldn't hold it down. My beautiful puppy. I miss his paws, they were large for a dog his size and age. I miss his dopey walk. He's dead now, but I have him in my thoughts. And his ashes above my computer.

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