Wha... but... I have a pass?
>>126643Pretty sure that's a CloudFlare network-level block, note the 2015 copyright date, all 4chan-skinned CloudFlare pages have that.
Kek
I wish they banned Indians from accessing 4chan.
>>126643prove it
Why does this site go out of their way to be secretive and mysterious. I can’t think of a reason they would do this. To run a website with supposedly millions of monthly users and just be a black box with no information coming in or going out just makes no sense. This site might aswell be a church with all of us praying with no confirmation if our prayers are heard or not. The little we know about how the site works comes rarely and updates are few and far between. Why can’t the administrators give us updates? Tell us why they do things? Respond to feature requests?I’m just looking for communication.
>>126504This isn't reddit. There aren't 'silly ebin company comms XDD' messages posted.
Because newfags ruin everything.It's the exact reason that this website has been going downhill since like 2006
>>126504>>126520I'd like to see hiro post more. Elon Musk posts on X every day. isn't it weird that hiro owns a social media website but doesn't care about it enough to use it?
>>126504last time the mods were open about their moderation, it lead to mass exoduses and massive damage control during the days of goobergate, I'm sure it's still wordfiltered.Staying invisible also keeps the austitstic userbase from going on crusades against specific mods too hard.
>>126949>isn't it weird that hiro owns a social media website but doesn't care about it enough to use it?He can still post as anon just like we post. the site and the culture is made not to have reputation. You can post whatever and nobody will care since everyone is just "anon" anyways, that is what makes the site great. Sometimes there are exceptions such as general threads or tripfags
>not one black person>somehow manages to still promote interracial marriage
>>126845Americans are just stupid and can't telling people apart unless it is literally colour coded.Racism has nothing to do with colour, this is why African tribes kill each other to this day. And of course how the entire Asia doesn't get along with each other. If only the world is that simple that you can tell who is on your side by melanin concentration.
Threads on /vip/ last for years! Post a goal in here that you want accomplished this time next year. If the thread is still active a year later, let us know how it went!I'll start: I am gonna lose 20 pounds!
I am going to commit to excersizing and get a girlfriend.
>>118127please update
>>124188update?
Retire within a year
I'm gonna get back together with my boyfriend!
if u read this ur gay lol
this was the eighth last thread in the catalog until i made this post
this was the fifth last thread in the catalog until i made this post
gay
fags
thanks for noticing.
The fuck word.
its time to gas the blockchain -> der ticker ist $hidler
TG : @ AdulphHidler
you guys ever go off 4chan to see how other weebs live?i went on reddit and found r/waifuism, they're pretty cringe, they'll make commissioned framed pics of their waifu and ban you if you get a 3DPD gf cus they consider that cheating on your waifu, actually they have two rules against this, having a waifu be your shining light during a period of darkness is what they consider "casual/hugblanketing" and they'll ban you too, they'll also ban you for cooking up "headcanon" of your waifu, or generally having your waifu experience any kind of character growth in your head is banned, if it's not canon, you're not allowed to think it or express it!This rule also leads to such strange and irrational fears like "what if my waifu gets popular enough and gets a canon boyfriend in-universe??? id be so devastated", yes people really do write stuff like this on there.also they moralfag out the ass, no daughterwifes, i wonder how they feel about all their waifus being below the age of majority in most of the developed world.also of course they have a d*scord where you have to dox yourself to talk to them, what a bunch of spergs
I have a twitter account with an anime avatar that I use to promote my anime art style game and also occasionally just draw. I also retweet other anime pics. However I only post on there in Japanese and don't interact with or follow English-speaking anime fans. I think English-speaking anime communities are unfortunately quite a bit different from Japanese ones and not in a good way. Don't really want to get into it but basically I find weebs and ironic weebs to be annoying. I know this is pot calling the kettle black but you know what I mean. I used to have a Facebook account- Around 2017 I converted my "real person" account that I made in 2010 to a weeb account and added a bunch of random people who had anime avatars, and basically shitposted that account to death until I just gave up and deleted it because I kept getting banned for innocuous things. Facebook is "no fun allowed" zone.
forgot I made this post so long ago, up you go!
pot pot lel running to page 10
pige pige lel dancing to page 10
not so fast there, bucko
Not happening
You can keep your tea pots bitch ass.
STOP
I made a thread hereNow what
Gotoku
I walked into a church, crying. Sobbing I said "I have an evil that follows me everywhere, I think it's going to kill me".
What do you need my child, was what a priest asked I said I needed "coke, ecstasy, 2 packs of Marlboro, *looking up from past my hand* a thermos of coffee and a dildo the size of Texas, a drug dealer just fucked my wife."
He asked what I meant. So I gave him my trivialities about drugs, how they are basically what our minds and lives are made out of. How sex is just our body making drugs for us in a lot of ways. And how sex on drugs can be like tying a forever knot, that only unravels by the sword. Making a bloody bag of my wife could be forgiven but never forgotten. We got a divorce a couple days later, it was within a week of us getting married.The priest became my good friend. We were hungry in our town, in those days. We just waited for the good times. The drug dealers kept to their grottos and castles while most of us worked the street earning money helping one another buy tic tacs or helping old ladies get their shopping bags to the car. One day they offered to become my roommate. They offered to split things 50/50, they would buy my food and my daily ration of liquor I'd drive them to work. It sounded like a good arrangement. The priest only worked on the weekends, if that makes sense anymore. He kept to a little office in the apartment so I smelled harmless enough for us to share the space. We saved a lot of our money that way. I only had to do the laundry on the couch once a week and we always were looking for someone to build a bed but people just don't do carpentry like they used to. I went into the apartment one day and it was spotless though. I noticed it was very clean. Unbecomingly clean for us. "Hi how's everything? You missed a couple calls I'm sorry" the priest said, then he told me his name for one of a few times in his life. The priest had a member of our church coming over for private counseling and asked me to stay out of the apartment for a few hours. When I came back, there was nothing but trash in the sink and a girl was walking out shivering at 3 in the afternoon in July. We lived in Georgia. I couldn't understand what was going on so I asked the priest what he was helping with. "Forgive me for I have given in to temptation my son, and so should you."
I didn't know how to respond, I guess they saw that "We are doing drugs from now on. They'll make you forget about that girl you tried to marry and then some more." "I will not." I saidThe priest grabbed a handful from their bag of coke and threw it at me, I got unbelievably scared and I started sweating. Then he took me for the passions. I decided I'd buy a gun, and I did. I shot the pastor, took them for not a priest, priest no but I killed the minister of destruction myself. Then I got a call from my ex wife in jail. She said she wanted to know if our mutual friend was still doing coke, as if she must've thought I didn't know she was addicted. It never changes. The priests name was the one she named our baby that she carried to term so she says. Please your honor, pardon me so I can fight in this war against drug abuse, with my clear wits and sobriety. If I stay in here I'll have to fuck myself and I'd be better off than not doing coke. If you say I didn't kill that man in self defense. Even after I succumbed to the passions. I will not fail that son of mine killed by a drug dealers cock your honor!
Welcome to being human.No amount of delusional can fix this.Religion is just a quick placebo for weak minded people who lack spine and the ability to handle life on their own terms.
Clearly, the wizards over in /x/ are deluded and have no clue what they are talking about if they can't even afford to post here. /Vip/ers, show us your magical prowess.
(((Deep Gull Inhale)))>The Archangel Michael descended to me from the sky and phased through my glass sliding back door in 2015 and I began to perceive it as if I was also this ball of gold light about the size of a basketball at the same time as it touched the glass and triggered muscles I feel while watching ASMR where it entered the living room where I resided in prayer to say the least and I looked up at it and (In Order Image Steps 1, 2, 3, 4) formed and when the smile finished I fell into myself and(((Wheeze)))>I'm remembering backwards now, memory is strange Post-Telepathy. A sword came to me, a ghost sword came to rest in my chest. It was small, and I say rest but what it did was cut open a hole in the soul that lives "under my heart" and disappear into it where I began to see things really casually totally normal no alarm bells as my brain shows the sword turning into a targeting interface entering my heart looking for lies inside of me with The Holy Archangel approaching. I am proud but I do not want to type anymore. People can and do hate this for every reason they can find. I've told people. Nothing significant has happened but I've seen a pillow levitate literally i between a friend and I. We were about to be making something to eat and he poked his head into my room and the pillow floated about two feet and we both froze and watched it fall. Great show. Anonymous.
>>126897>>126575>show usAs in: anything that you can do again to show it works.
What do you people even do?
>>125679D:
>>125181
i get dubs, not this post though
I don't do much
>>125172I pollute my NSA Lookout Profile with video game rambling and steal pencil art references.
4CHAN -- PASS4CHAN -- PASS
Michael
hi guys, today i wanted to share a little bit of myselfi was moved to europe (by my parents) from the caribbean when i was twelve years old, next year marks the year i turn 30, during this time i only went back (for a very short period) only once in my teensever since coming here i have had this weird feeling of being in a dream without being able to wake up, it just doesn't feel like the reality i felt back in my childhoodi couldn't make friends, and still today i can't make friends, i am writing this as today i came from work while feeling extremely lonely, i think my colleagues have their own chat room somewhere where they share stuff, i can't follow their conversations, nor ask to join since i think they made it exactly to discuss stuff without meacquaintances just come and pass by, the amount of people i have some kind of connection outside of work or family is zerothis might sound strange, but when forming words using the local language my guts feel bad, similar feeling for my native language as well, i started using english when i am with myself to avoid this feeling, it's not spoken anywhere here, it is only me
You should go back home. It would soothe your soul.
I feel the same, albet my situation is kind of different. I finished secondary school in 2019, which was when I realised I had 0 friends, because the moment I left I had no one to talk to. Up to that point I just had people I hung out with that I thought were my friends, but I realised that was not the case. Now, 4 years on and I still have 0 friends, no social media presence, never go out, no girlfriend etc. and it just feels like I'm living my life on autopilot. This year especially was so damn uneventful that it feels like it passed instantly. I can remember 1 or 2 things that made me happy this year but that's it. My coworkers all have eachother on WhatsApp or whatever, but I'm kinda left sitting in the corner. I sometimes feel like I'm "that guy" at work. No one talks to me unless they really need to.
i am 30 years old todaygood bye to my 20s
