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#existential nihilism
bpd-and-icedlattes · 9 months
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it's such a lonely existence wanting love but being so abused and traumatized that it feels like a fucking death sentence
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jlp444 · 1 year
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Death of the Artist. oil on canvas. 2022.
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I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.
Jean-Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness.
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nostalgicvybe · 2 years
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Imagine
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xxkatkatastrophexx · 10 months
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The way learning about quantum mechanics and astrophysics puts me through a daily ego death / existential crisis
The way I want to just dissipate into thin air in the least depressing way possible (I swear)
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la-lil-alien · 2 years
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ruulillith · 5 months
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can i describe
the way i hate romance
that gush of falsely imposed joy
dependent on fallible, grotesque humanity
the way i hate optimism too
that soft, supple naïveté
when civilzation
proves otherwise
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heaventalk · 2 years
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we’ll be in textbooks one day. the kids reading about us will ask “but what did everyone do?” their teacher will tell them to ask their mothers. fathers. aunts and uncles. we’ll tell them we dealt. we held very still. we loved. we mourned. we watched some stupid show called IS IT CAKE and to be honest, you couldn’t always tell. we died over and over and over again. we didn’t live but we survived. right next to one another. we’ll tell them we held hands all the fucking time because we were too afraid to let go. how terrified we were to let go. we’ll tell them a different but similar version of what everyone does when they go to war: how it doesn’t have a name, but it’s resilient and it works. how life was outside but we couldn’t go. how the only safety we knew was in a bedroom with someone we loved, holding very still, gripping their hand. tight.
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realgirllife · 11 months
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Albert Camus 1946 essay titled
Neither Victims nor Executioners
an Ethic Superior to Murder
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To a man devoid of blinders, there is no finer sight than that of the intelligence at grips with a reality that transcends it. ... The doctrines that explain everything to me also debilitate me at the same time. They relieve me of the weight of my own life, and yet I must carry it alone.
The Myth of Sisyphus, 55. Albert Camus
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nostalgicvybe · 2 years
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To never have been born may be the greatest blessing of all
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la-lil-alien · 2 years
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a.k.a Power nap 🤜🏽
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When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune.
Albert Camus, The First Man.
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