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frogsman · 4 days
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“Don't be afraid, he said. I'll speak softly. It's not for the world's ears but for yours only. Let me see you. Don't you know that I'd have loved you like a son?”
whats up with that man
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frogsman · 8 days
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"Because I knew what my brother did not. That there was an ill-contained horror beneath the surface of the world and there always had been. That at the core of reality lies a deep and eternal demonium. All religions understand this. And it wasnt going away. And that to imagine that the grim eruptions of this century were in any way either singular or exhaustive was simply a folly." haunted by this 1
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frogsman · 9 days
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Hmmm
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frogsman · 9 days
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"In the beginning was always nothing. The novae exploded silently. In total darkness. The stars, the passing comets. Everything at best of alleged being. Black fires. Like the fires of hell. Silence, Nothingness. Night. Black suns herding the planets through a universe where the concept of space was meaningless for want of any end to it. For want of any concept to stand against it." what the hell
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frogsman · 13 days
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Some of the difficulty with quantum mechanics has to reside in the problem of coming to terms with the simple fact that there is no such thing as information in and of itself independent of the apparatus necessary to its perception. There were no starry skies prior to the first sentient and ocular being to behold them. Before that all was blackness and silence.
And yet it moved.
- Cormac McCarthy, The Passenger
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frogsman · 14 days
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"What she believed ultimately was that the very stones of the earth had been wronged. Why can you not bury him? Are his hands so red? Fathers are always forgiven. In the end they are forgiven. Had it been women who dragged the world through these horrors there would be a bounty on them." ok man
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frogsman · 14 days
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"Can I ask you something? Of course. Is that all right with you? To have no one? Western stared at his hand. Flat on the table. After a while he said: I wasnt asked. I wasnt consulted. You have no say in your own life. If all that I loved in the world is gone what difference does it make if I’m free to go to the grocery store?"
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frogsman · 15 days
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"I know that the characters in the story can be either real or imaginary and that after they are all dead it wont make any difference. If imaginary beings die an imaginary death they will be dead nonetheless. You think that you can create a history of what has been. Present artifacts. A clutch of letters. A sachet in a dressing table drawer. But that’s not what’s at the heart of the tale. The problem is that what drives the tale will not survive the tale. As the room dims and the sound of voices fades you understand that the world and all in it will soon cease to be. You believe that it will begin again. You point to other lives. But their world was never yours."
im so sick
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frogsman · 16 days
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"For all his dedication there were times he thought the fine sweet edge of his grief was thinning. Each memory but a memory of the one before until . . . What? Host and sorrow to waste as one without distinction until the wretched coagulant is shoveled into the ground at last and the rain primes the stones for fresh tragedies." what the hell man
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frogsman · 21 days
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"Every inquiry displaces what is addressed. A moment in time is a fact, not a possibility. The world will take your life. But above all and lastly the world does not know that you are here. You think that you understand this. But you dont. Not in your heart you dont." man
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frogsman · 21 days
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Weeping with unrestrained joy at the aquarium because I saw a fish
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frogsman · 23 days
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What the hell......
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frogsman · 28 days
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“This is the tragedy: consciousness has forced us into the paradoxical position of uselessly striving to be something other than what we are—hunks of spoiling flesh on crumbling bones.”
— Thomas Ligotti, The Conspiracy Against the Human Race
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frogsman · 1 month
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true detective 1x02
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frogsman · 2 months
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paradise lost completed 🎉🎉
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frogsman · 2 months
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PARADISE LOST: “THE MOUTH OF HELL” by GUSTAVE DORÉ | engraving, circa 1866
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frogsman · 3 months
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my god
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