Every incel wants to be beautiful and admired because although that sounds gay and tranny it's just the truth. If you admire Hitler, it''s not gay to feel that YOU, you yourself deserve to be admired--- for something IMMUTABLE.
That is the greatest validation of WHY YOU WERE FUCKING BORN. The mind is more a vessel for the body, than it is the other way around, because we are human animals that want to have sex, acquire good resources; like a nice spot in the Savannah, and good sources of grub, and females to impregnate. It's that simple. And beauty is the avatar of our human experience FUNDAMENTALLY. Why even bother playing the game of life if you can only play as a 5'3 BUCK TOOTHED CHINK. THE ENTIRE FUCKING TIME, NO DLC.
As insane as it this sounds. Beauty only grows more painfully important the uglier you are. We are all like the evil queen in snow white, but we just want to mog. Snow white wants to mog. The desire for superior beauty is a fundamental aspect of dominance. For beauty is representative of a type of "peaceful superiority." To bring people into you, not by force, not by persuasion, but because you look like someone WORTH KNOWING. That's quite powerful. And efficient too, in terms of mental energy.
Beauty means more too for an introvert. Because we are in our heads more. We are more sensual. We really let our eyes absorb beauty in all it's senses and it turns us into deeper souls, while Chad is just in that shit and forgets about it the next day. We will remember beauty more, because it's actually the introvert that's a dreamer.
I would be as crazy to say that for an ugly introvert, especially, that beauty is such a fundamental aspect to our being, and something we appreciate so deeply it hurts us; it makes us ache for something more; it impassions us to explore the stars-- and become a newer, greater person. Beauty; the mythology of it. We say to ourselves not to put the pussy on the pedestal. But for fucks sake. BEAUTY IS THE PEDESTAL. Beauty is our shrine; our palace; our entire sense of worth, and warmth. WE STRIVE FOR BEAUTY BECAUSE THAT STRIFE; THAT FUCKING STRIFE-- is fundamentally what it means to be HUMAN.
It doesn't matter if it is achieved. It doesn't matter if it's acquired. It doesn't matter that it's possessed. What matters IS TO HAVE A RELATIONSHIP, ANY RELATIONSHIP, with beauty, because to be without it is simply not worth living. I find beauty in sad songs, and pornography. And it has kept me alive; moreso than uncles that had wives, bullies that had everything. They had beauty and lost it. Whereas I simply find beauty in things they never developed an appreciation for to help them cope.
I'm going off on a tangent here, but am I the only person that cares about the lighting on a tit more than the tit itself??? As beautiful as a tit is, as a form; its only when you put a light on it, you know, beautiful golden hour rays on a tit-- thats what makes it beautiful. It turns the tit in and of itself into a moment-- into its own world that you dream and have orgasms about.
That is the greatest validation of WHY YOU WERE FUCKING BORN. The mind is more a vessel for the body, than it is the other way around, because we are human animals that want to have sex, acquire good resources; like a nice spot in the Savannah, and good sources of grub, and females to impregnate. It's that simple. And beauty is the avatar of our human experience FUNDAMENTALLY. Why even bother playing the game of life if you can only play as a 5'3 BUCK TOOTHED CHINK. THE ENTIRE FUCKING TIME, NO DLC.
As insane as it this sounds. Beauty only grows more painfully important the uglier you are. We are all like the evil queen in snow white, but we just want to mog. Snow white wants to mog. The desire for superior beauty is a fundamental aspect of dominance. For beauty is representative of a type of "peaceful superiority." To bring people into you, not by force, not by persuasion, but because you look like someone WORTH KNOWING. That's quite powerful. And efficient too, in terms of mental energy.
Beauty means more too for an introvert. Because we are in our heads more. We are more sensual. We really let our eyes absorb beauty in all it's senses and it turns us into deeper souls, while Chad is just in that shit and forgets about it the next day. We will remember beauty more, because it's actually the introvert that's a dreamer.
I would be as crazy to say that for an ugly introvert, especially, that beauty is such a fundamental aspect to our being, and something we appreciate so deeply it hurts us; it makes us ache for something more; it impassions us to explore the stars-- and become a newer, greater person. Beauty; the mythology of it. We say to ourselves not to put the pussy on the pedestal. But for fucks sake. BEAUTY IS THE PEDESTAL. Beauty is our shrine; our palace; our entire sense of worth, and warmth. WE STRIVE FOR BEAUTY BECAUSE THAT STRIFE; THAT FUCKING STRIFE-- is fundamentally what it means to be HUMAN.
It doesn't matter if it is achieved. It doesn't matter if it's acquired. It doesn't matter that it's possessed. What matters IS TO HAVE A RELATIONSHIP, ANY RELATIONSHIP, with beauty, because to be without it is simply not worth living. I find beauty in sad songs, and pornography. And it has kept me alive; moreso than uncles that had wives, bullies that had everything. They had beauty and lost it. Whereas I simply find beauty in things they never developed an appreciation for to help them cope.
I'm going off on a tangent here, but am I the only person that cares about the lighting on a tit more than the tit itself??? As beautiful as a tit is, as a form; its only when you put a light on it, you know, beautiful golden hour rays on a tit-- thats what makes it beautiful. It turns the tit in and of itself into a moment-- into its own world that you dream and have orgasms about.
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