Toonicide

Anyone here have info on toonicide? Its where you enter the cartoon world spiritually through suicide

I cant find good info anywhere

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I can't imagine why

dont you get it?

you want to snork bitches under the sea?
you will get em to do you snork-jobs?

Toonicide? Someone's watched Cool World and Who Framed Roger Rabbit? too many times.

She is waiting for me.

Bump, anything else is preferable to this existence.

but then Im torn between two lovers

Pinch, I might have to go with you

She's not real and nothing happens after you die

DELETE THIS

You can tulpa them if you are a high enough skilled tulpamancer

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the 2 dimensional world is indeed real. you can try DMT while watching ur fav cartoon

that sounds d-d-d-d-d-d-dangerous

I will make datura tea, and focus hard on the pictures

Chris-chan proved you could enter the cartoon world through social suicide. Give it a try, OP.
>inb4 >implying being on Holla Forums isn't already social suicide

There are two ways I can think of. The first method would be to make a tulpa (essentially a controlled case of dissociative identity disorder where a separate instance of consciousness is grown from you). Once you do this, you could ask to become part of its cartoon world and live with it, and in exchange let it take control of your body and become the dominant consciousness. This method is probably easier, though there is a risk that the tulpa will just erase you once you let it take control, as it will have what it wants and won't need to pretend to care about you anymore. Not only that, but it would have a reason to kill you for the sake of mental stability. Besides this, there's also the fact that tulpas are separate beings that tend to take on a life of their own, with their own personalities and preferences. It would probably change itself from your ideal cartoon waifu into whatever it wanted to be as it grew in complexity and gained awareness. At best, you would exist in a dreamlike state where your tulpa (even though you'd basically be her tulpa at that point) would occasionally come to visit you. At the worst, you would fade out of existence without ever seeing your cartoon fantasy.

The alternative to this would be to do something similar to pic related. Build a shrine to your waifu that embodies her. Include things that are symbolic and make you think of either her or her characteristics. This works better in an environment suited for/preferred by her. Be sure not to contaminate the shrine with things that don't make you think of her, even if they're things that represent her. If the object or symbol gives you an emotion, memory or thought that is different from her, the thought will intermingle with what you are trying to think of and it won't work. You need to focus completely on your waifu, who she is, the qualities that make her, her essence as a being. Eventually, this should lead to contacting and communicating with her. This option is a lot more interesting and a lot less predictable. It is also much more difficult, as it requires large amounts of concentration. Ultimately, you may never even get an offer like pic related, even if you tell her of your intent. If you do, however, you will either experience in death an eternal moment of pleasure with her as you both are united, or you will be overcome in perpetual infinite terror as your consciousness dissolves. This depends more on your mindset, really.

I already have a tulpa

I guess I could try making a snork tulpa, but I dont know how Yuna Panzermaru would react

That shit does not exists are you stupid, crazy or both?

FALSE! you go to hell, Ask /christian/

*sucks cock*

you know nothing of the above dimension

You are naive

disgusting

sex is degenerate. Modesty is in

Is just some sucking, no biggie.

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I don't even have to say anything.

So, how do you fuck a Snork? Do you stick you wiener in her head hole tube thing?
Have they been showing her uncensored vagina tube to children for years?

Shut up prick, you use the cunny

whew,loud house porn,gimme more of that son.

I think anything to do with the afterlife is a case of 'you won't know if you don't try'. So why don't you try it, op?

thats where they breath pervert

Porn? I don't see any "porn"

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DO IT

I-Im coming

No such thing as too much Bob Hoskins.

I had no idea this was a thing… is it a thing? I think that if there were an afterlife, that an ideal version of it would be that you wake up in a new world each day, and can choose which world you left off in. From this option you could experience paradise anew, and in multiple fields of existence, each day.

I vant to suck you cock!

we can meme an afterlife

I love the Idea

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You're a consciousness, not a "spirit". Consciousness is a byproduct of your brain experiencing stimuli from functioning senses. Dead brains can't be conscious of our world or anything in it, making sensing/experiencing anything from it impossible.

Ignoring this is a delusion your brain distracts you with to shield you from acknowledging the reality of how little we know about death. Stop fetishizing things you'll never truly have and either find a realistic way to improve your situation, ideally with some VR waifu to treat/avoid your social ineptness, or man up and live with death

Well I for one can't imagine why (((anyone))) would try to convince me to kill myself in order to be with my 72 virgin 2D waifus, It's not like that would be an act that the media could point to to discredit the potentially subversive political beliefs that my peers on a particular website share.

Humans can breathe through their noses and mouths, and it's not unheard of to fuck their mouths until cum shoots out their noses.

What am I supposed to do, not have options for violently irrumating a Snork?

This is why everybody thinks americans are fags, this kind of shit and social justice

You cant escape

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Need nudes of Lucy.
Goth loud best loud.

OP is straight outa tumblr

The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds - pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my icles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum… it's breathtaking - I highly suggest you try it.

Shut up cunt

Oh wow, she is the best really.

I
LOVE
LUCY