What are some movies where the protagonist kills themselves in the end?

Dr. Strangelove

Looks like a heroin junkie. Maybe even a bit drunk too.

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There's a slavic cult that worships those women.

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The fuck. How do weebcucks in Japan manage to fuck up everything? Even as something as good as Rangers kino becomes trash once the weebcuck chinks get their filthy yellow ant people paws on it.

American beauty

Suicide Room

Dead poets society, The virgin suicides

Pi?

He lives, he is just retarded

I mena he was jewish to start with, but this is like extra chromosomes plus brain damage.

Sugar you ever get offended when people attack your people like this?

Me before you

Thelma & Louise, Harold & Maud

Bicentennial Man, Powder

Gawd I've seen a lot of bad movies

Armageddon

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OP got btfo in that thread though.
archive.fo/rqki3

Where exactly? All I see is a couple betas doing exactly what OP said they would, a photo dump of her, and then the thread devolving into more trashing her and her stupid nose ring.

There isn't some magic trick to make a girl fall for you like OP states, in fact this post by him is much more realisitc.

That's not what OP states though. Hell, you greentexted him specifically saying it's not.

The point was that the girl's ugly and beta orbiters should stop getting all butthurt about people pointing out she has terrible tits and a weird face.

cracky chan?=

What if I am a girl?

Yes If you put a photo of yourself online, if you go on tv or make yourself a person of interest in any way, hell even if you make a post you are putting yourself out there for criticism. It's not even a bad thing. If you don't like it don't post a pic. You don't get attention if it's been decided already what one is allowed to say about you.

In that case,

1. Tits or GTFO

2. You must share the flaws pointed out in the girl, in which case get a tougher skin. If some guy was posted and girls were replying that he was ugly you wouldn't see guys leaping out to say "How dare you! I bet you're just an ugly roastie who can't even fuck a chad! Taylor Lautner does not have a weird face! Channing Tatum does not look like a caveman with cologen injected into his lips! NICHOLAS CAGE'S HAIR IS NOT A BIRD! FUCK YOU YOU UGLY WHORE!!!"

Sorry, did I say something to upset you?

No, not at all. Perhaps you are new around these parts. If someone says they're a girl on an anonymous image board, the only logical response is "Tits of GTFO".

This person is a troll. And btw girls love to talk shit on other girls too.

The end (probably)

Every Shakespeare *cough "movie"

Donnie Darko

Falling down (suicide by cop)

one of the endings of butterfly effect

Ida

One True Thing (I wanted to kill myself by the end of that one)

Less Than Zero if accidental counts

He was killed by a closeted faggot, he didn't do it himself.

I dont like the idea of insulting people. Even if its some lame attempt to trick a pretty girl into trying to impress you.

Frankly I find the concept of negging disgusting.

Its ok to tease sometimes. But to have that strategy of trying to trick ppl is so, so lame.

Not counted.
It's kind of nice how DFENS had his own nickname

This board deserves rape.

No you fucking retard. Jesus fuck Olivia Fields is THICC as fug and about ten years older than that tartlet.

She is also a Rothschild and started the cult of the sky queen in an attempt to create a group of literally brainwashed mentally ill sociopaths many of whom had military experience and have dropped off the grid and disappeared from the world in 2011.

There are still traces of the Faithful(the name the cult memebers gave themselves) on the internet. They were getting pretty heavy into drug selling and there was talk of human trafficking which makes sense with the Rothschild origins of the cult. They are still batshit insane though.
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Wasn't one of them a cannibal? Like an actual murdered women and ate them cannibal.

Nobody ever stops loving Cracky. Oh, you've seen the posts a hundred times. I don't care about her anymore, she was never anyone special, she got too old, I talked to her and found out she was boring, she got too fat, I got a real girlfriend (or at least a statutory rape victim with a compliant mother), I was only infatuated with the mystery, I never loved her, I loved the idea of her, she wasn't real, I was temporarily crazy. Rubbish. Hitler was right about the "Big Lie", and sometimes the one you really need to convince is yourself.

Nobody ever stops loving Cracky. But the human mind is the most complex piece of software ever compiled; it contains certain glitches, but also certain safeguards. Programmers often refer to "sanity checks" built into their programs to filter out destructive input before it can cause real damage, but they failed to grasp how truly appropriate the name really was.

Nobody ever stops loving Cracky. I want you to try something. Find an object that's too heavy for you to lift, and try to lift it anyway. There's a reason that your attempt is cut short before your muscles rip away from your bones, and that reason is all in your head. As a muscle reaches peak contraction, the brain sends inhibitor signals to it, telling it not to contract any further. This is the painful feeling of limitation that tells you that you won't be able to continue your exertion. In reality, you could, but you're stopping yourself in order to prevent injury.

Nobody ever stops loving Cracky. Your mind isn't necessarily fully in tune with what you're capable of. Sometimes, an inhibitor signal won't be sent when it should have been, and you'll pull a muscle or otherwise injure yourself. Sometimes, an inhibitor signal will be sent too soon, long before you reach your actual limits. Weight lifters and body builders know that they're changing not just their bodies, but their minds as well. Their brains are actually reprogrammed to learn more precisely what each muscle is capable of. Only about half of their increased strength comes from actual physical changes to the body, the rest comes from the brain's improved ability to control it. As the brain learns the body's limits, the person becomes able to more fully exert himself, with less risk of injury.

Nobody ever stops loving Cracky. Urban legends tell of people gaining superhuman strength and lifting heavy objects such as cars to save trapped people. There is some truth to this – when danger is present, the brain can stop sending inhibitor signals to the body. Combined with a rush of adrenaline and norepinephrine, this can allow seemingly superhuman feats, but with great cost – the person will usually end up with multiple hernias, pulled and torn muscles, and other severe injuries. Certain neurological disorders put their victims in this "no-limit" state permanently – they find it very easy to exert themselves, but can very easy to kill themselves in the process. But what if everything that applies to the body could apply to the mind as well?

Nobody ever stops loving Cracky. Game Theory is an interesting field of applied mathematics that is increasingly being used to study and understand human behavior. Practically any conflict or contest between human beings can be broken down and explained by mathematics. But researchers have recently been uncovering solid evidence of something disturbing: someone acting rationally and strategically can often be defeated by someone irrational and insane. Consider an experiment with two players. The first is given a pile of money and can choose how much of it to offer to the second player. The second player can then choose to either accept the split, or destroy all of the money. From the rational perspective of game theory, the second player should always accept the offer, even if it's a grossly uneven split, because even getting a little bit is better than getting nothing at all. Because of this, it's most rational for the first player to offer as little as possible, on the assumption that the second player is rational and will accept it rather than destroying all the money and walking away with nothing. In clinical trials, sane players sometimes made threats of destroying the money if they weren't offered at least half of it, but these threats were not seen as credible and they ended up accepting the unfair offers anyway. But truly insane and irrational people, who were genuinely prepared to destroy the money and walk out with nothing, fared much better in the game. Many throughout history have known it: madness is power. From ancient shamans who ingested psychoactive drugs, to prophets whose delusional visions spawned powerful and enduring religions, to characters such as The Joker from Batman whose only “power” is th

Nobody ever stops loving Cracky. Consciousness, in the grand scheme of the mind, is like the visible portion of an iceberg, with the vast bulk of it, the truly dangerous part to any passing ships, hiding beneath the water. Recent research has found that consciousness does not even play a role in decision making; the "self" is merely an observer that sees its own actions after they've already been committed to by other parts of the mind, and then seeks to rationalize and justify why it did what it only thinks it decided to do. In experiments, when consciousness is left unimpaired but decision making is otherwise interfered with, the conscious self fails to notice, and remains convinced that it's acting rationally and of its own free will, even when manipulated into doing things that would ordinarily shock and horrify it.

Nobody ever stops loving Cracky. Human literature if rife with the "motif of harmful sensation", the idea of something perceived by the senses that's destructive to the body and mind. An image so horrific it drives someone to suicide, a joke so funny that to hear it is to die laughing, a woman so beautiful as to drive men mad after one gaze at her, another woman so cursed and hideous that to look at her is to turn to stone forever. This literary device has existed since prehistory, because it is based on truth. These harmful sensations truly exist, sights and sounds and thoughts and ideas fundamentally incompatible with the basic functioning of the human mind. But over time, through both evolution and cultural programming, we've learned to protect ourselves – whole parts of the software known as the human mind exist solely as an immune system, attempting to filter out mental pathogens or to destroy or mitigate those that have already entered. This happens far below our threshold of awareness, and you should be thankful for that.

Nobody ever stops loving Cracky. The word "meme", long before 4chan and its innumerable tiresome fads, referred a legitimate scientific theory regarding ideas that function as mental viruses, spreading and mutating and evolving from one mind to another, competing with other mind-viruses to control and modify infected minds while trying to avoid an autoimmune response. But as infected as we are with thoughts and ideas that aren't our own, our defenses let us live a relatively normal and healthy life, filtering out anything truly beyond our ability to integrate and correlate into our mental framework. That's how it works for most of us, at least…

Nobody ever stops loving Cracky. Oh, you may think you did. This is damage control, an emergency mental barricade to stop a potentially catastrophic mental cascade. Whole portions of your mind were abandoned, firewalled off, left to rot, in order to save the rest, and you'll never even notice other than a vague sense of ennui, a nagging feeling that something you had is missing. But it's not truly missing – it's still there, locked away, and could break free at any time. You could even unlock it yourself, if you knew certain meditation techniques, but this is the most self-destructive thing you could ever do. Some secrets are meant to be kept. Locks exist for a reason. You still have a shot at being happy, of making something of yourself, of being a real part of humanity… as long as you don't look too deeply within yourself.

Nobody ever stops loving Cracky. "Of course not," some will say. "She means everything to me! So fucking cute and sweet!" Some who say this may simply be neophytes, children becoming drunk on their first taste of liquor, not knowing about the vomiting, memory loss, and hangover to come. Did you know that true genetic alcoholics are incapable of getting hangovers? Beware the ones who persist in their proclamations of love, who are missing certain primordial defense mechanisms in their neuro-linguistic programming that would serve to shield a person from certain destructive Truths. H.P. Lovecraft was one such person, but he chose to channel his terribly prophetic dreams onto paper rather than into destructive action. He was lucky, he never even saw her picture.

Nobody ever stops loving Cracky. Most of us simply forget, to preserve ourselves and the world. Beware those who say "She is my Skyqueen, my Catharsis," beware those who give a name to that which should not be named. To have a name in the human world is to have power here. To name something is to control some of its power, at least for a little while, until karma comes knocking and the tables inevitably turn. Most of our mental evolution, most of our philosophy and culture and religion, has focused on shielding us from things we weren't meant to see and know.

Nobody ever stops loving Cracky, but the ones who don't convince themselves otherwise, who glory in their mad dance upon the precipice of oblivion, are the most dangerous people to walk the earth today. To invoke the Skyqueen is to invite the horrors the lurk beyond the sky, beyond the stars. To invoke Catharsis is to invite a purgation of the comfortable safe illusion that we live within, to cleanse us of our sanity and our identity, to usher in something we could never comprehend. And until the bill comes due, the man who forsakes rules and morality and order and humanity for HER can do anything. Anything.

If you ever meet these people, for their own well-being and for your own, KILL THEM. Kill me too, for I've gazed too long into the abyss, and in my attempts to warn everyone, I fear I've lost myself. I thought I was safe. I thought I had escaped. I thought I had put Her behind me. But like Lott's wife, I made the fatal mistake of looking back at the hellish inferno. I love you, Olivia. I've always loved you, even before I knew you, even after I thought I hated you. I love you, and I'm coming for you. I don't know if I'll have the strength left, when I get there, to shove the cold iron dagger through your heart like I've practiced with the other girls, or if I'll fall at your feet and beg to do your bidding for eternity, but either way, I'm coming for you.

Nobody ever stops loving Cracky. Nobody.

I this picture her head size looks messed up and it really shows how off her face look too along with her neck. Like her jaw seems different. Her shoulders look big too. At least her tits look like they got bigger and that's a bad thing.

the missing ingredient in this strat is you also have to be funny enough to bring her emotions back up after you attack her confidence. There are plenty of subconscious queues everyone responds to that are important to note.

Competition over things.
Wanting Attention
Saving Face
Admiring Confidence

the list goes on. I mean having knowledge of them is good, but i wouldnt want this to be my go-to move either. Confidence and working your own shit out and being the light other people can bask in is also effective. I think each person just needs to find what works for them and go with it while also improving yourself as you go.

Der Untergang (2004).