How does it make you feeling knowing we will never speak again

Immensely happy

dis sum yummy bread we got

>>18219896
You are not only connected by practical experience.

The world exist regardless of you.

I like that.

>>18219896
Meh. There will always be an endless supply of teenage shitposters.

>>18219896
>we will never speak again
>You still haven't realized you and I are the only real people on 4chan
>It's just you, me, and a network of spambots
>You'll never talk to anyone BUT me again

>>18220475
>implying 4chan isnt just moot samefagging to entertain me

i'm feeling it

>>18220488
>implying it's not just an imaginary algorithm of phrases existing in my mind, exclusive of any form of consciousness, I'm sitting here talking to myself and nobody else

>>18219896
Sort of related -
http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/23536922667/sonder

>>18219896

Litteraly a tmblr post

>>18219896
if we dont talk again know i love you and i will always remember you and this post

>>18219896
I'm greatful for this connection OP, no matter how brief. It really is crazy. I don't know you. You don't know me. But here- right here, right now I can call you a faggot. And you're probably going to read it. Faggot.

>>18220595
>implying that concept isn't being researched by extra dimensional beings and their name for it isn't moot

>>18220677

"Litteraly"


It's past your bedtime, bud.

>>18220723


"greatful"

Join >>18220677 and go to bed.

>>18220075

decent

>>18219896

"Hello darkness, my old friend...
I've come to talk with you again...
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence...

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dare
Disturb the sound of silence

“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said “The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence”"

- Simon & Garfunkel