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zee-rambles · 2 years

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April: Okay, guys, what is your biggest fear?

Mikey: Losing my brothers.

Raph: Losing my brothers.

Leo: Losing my brothers.

Donnie: Entropy, the eventual heat death of the universe, how we’re nothing more then random atoms floating in a dark void of nothing…I-I mean, losing my bothers…yeaaaaahhhhh….

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envyclearlace · 2 years

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But will the pain turn you into a villain or the main protagonist?

#existential fear #why do we suffer #dental paresthesia #wisdom tooth #dark academia #dark cottagecore #cottagecore #grandmacore #fairycore #villains #tsh #if we were villains #dead poets society #ve schwab #quotes #poetry #my thoughts #writing prompt #writerblr

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sadiahakim · 2 years

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Being a being is so stressful. I even don't want to be nothing. I simply don't want to be anything, not even the nothing thing.

Sadia Hakim

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kafkaesque-dweller · 10 months

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A dusky night with a hazy due, I recollected my thoughts to cope up with the way things have been. Somehow I always do that, reshuffling the deck of life to feel better. Sometimes it helps, sometimes, it definitely doesn't. It's a try to change the perspective, and try to polish the night a little. Was the moon always this blurred? I am losing the sight of the visionary self I was. The moonlight used to be my crutch, now it's gone, nowhere to be found. I see people from the past doing better than me, it doesn't really bother me but it kind of hurts to see myself lagging behind. Everyone moves ahead when I stand still. The fear of missing out, always kills me, and I fail to do anything about it. At this point, even writing all of this seems to be just an escape and I feel I will lose the sense of this as well, soon. When that happens, I'll be as alive as a dead poet.

#existential thoughts #existential angst #existential crisis #existensialism #existential fear #coping #sadbeautifultragic #alternative goth

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la-lil-alien · 2 years

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not-that-kind-of-dr-spencer-reid · 2 years

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Spencer Reid + existential dread textposts

#spencer reid #text posts #my textpost #my oc #depression #tw depression #existential dread #existential fear #criminal minds #about me #depressed spencer reid #cm #spencer reid textposts

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sheastardustpoetry · 1 year

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Dani Shea aka Shea Stardust is a 24-year-old poet originally from Detroit, MI. Her poetry focuses on philosophy, spirituality, humanity, religious trauma, existential fear, generational trauma, and more. She can usually be spotted stargazing, daydreaming, or (more likely) living in delusion, and crying in public. She currently resides in the middle of nowhere Tennessee with her lover, and her cat. Her greatest dream is making people cry with her words.

🌙🪐💫🌙🪐💫🌙🪐💫🌙🪐💫

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ladyof1000masks · 8 months

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My Greatest Dream

As a child, I had a boundless imagination filled with creativity. I remember the odd cast of characters I used to roleplay scenes, conversing as one character and then as another in different voices. I could entertain myself for hours even without toys. I hid in the world I created, a better world where there were always happy endings, unlike the one I lived in.

As I grew older, I became interested in writing once I learned that my stories could live beyond my mind and be shared with others. I wanted my characters, worlds, and stories to live in the real world, and become immortal by living in the hearts and minds of others. Nothing could stop me from writing page after page. I didn't understand plagiarism, copyright, or trademark. I didn't know what a fan character was.

All I knew was I loved them. I loved them because they were mine and I could do with them as I pleased. It was a way of coping with the grief not just in the real world, but when a character I loved died or was harmed in another's world. The very movies, shows, and games I played and loved, the worlds and characters made by others had inspired mine. I wished to share them with the world.

I knew that my characters could live in others through the same mediums that sparked my imagination, so I set out to write. Then when I became a teen I let the cruelty and bitterness of others and the pain I experienced in with me. It was tainted. I lost the spark. I miss it dearly.

I still badly want to share my characters, worlds, and stories with the real world, but I am troubled by fears of my writing's quality, my struggle with the plot, and how people perceive my characters. They're one of the few things I love about myself.

My greatest dream is to bring my characters, stories, and world to other people and inspire something within them. Good hopefully. As arrogant as it sounds, I'd like to see my characters become someone's comfort characters, read the lovingly crafted fan fiction written about my characters, peruse fan art, see fan theories, etc.

Not because I want fame. Fuck no. I hate being the focus. Even though I could really use some fucking money, it's not even about that. No, I want my characters, their world, and stories to live much like Mass Effect, The Elder Scrolls, Pokemon, and Batman franchises do. They needn't be as popular as any of those, just enough to survive my mortal existence and persist beyond.

Wouldn't it be funny to be reincarnated in a world where my stuff exists as a game, book, TV show, or whatever and become a fan of it?

I'm too afraid it will be terrible, so terrible that it will be hated or forgotten. Ol' Craney Pants is right. We do fear leaving nothing behind. I wish I could tell my fears to take a flying fuck off a cliff and weaponize them (though not as literally), it's not easy. I doubt anyone is reading this or even cares about the shit I spew onto my blog, but I needed to get this off my chest and where better to do that than on a blog nearly no one cares about!?

#jonathan crane #fear #my dream #writing #video games #TV shows #Movies #shouting into the void #storytime #AUADHD rambling #ladymask screams into the void #existential fear #my characters #ramblings #Batman

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kairigirl25 · 1 year

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#dan howell #tiktok #amazingphil #daniel howell #danielhowell #phil lester #dan and phil #phillester #wad tour #existential fear #existential crisis #best friends

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korosmos · 11 months

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Sunlight shines unto the world.

"Stop with this brightness". The world exclaims.

And so the sun span around its axis.

God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light.

Light was beloved, and so people blinded each other to keep more for themselves.

And so God dwelled in the heavens.

Moonlight reached upon the world.

The world was blinded by the darkness, and so begged for a rekindling.

And so the moon span around its axis.

Man cultivated the Earth.

The Earth gave its fruit.

And so Man represented the fruit.

The Universe was full, and beautiful.

Man painted the skies blank.

And so the Universe expanded empty.

The Earth gave its gifts unto the world.

Man made gifts with the gifts.

And so the Earth remained barren.

The Universe was hollow.

Man felt special.

And so the Universe was left solitary.

The Universe was hollow.

Man felt alone.

And so it was.

#writeblr poetry #writeblr #writing community #writers on tumblr #writing #poetry #original poem #thoughts #spilled ink #another kind of old one from a couple months back #existential questions #existential fear

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sapphuric-acid · 7 months

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one of the worst aspects of my anxiety mostly being managed is that, while I'm no longer in crisis pretty much any time something unexpected happens and I'm not constantly focusing on my own thoughts and actions, when this *does* happen it's at like the worst possible times.

Like I'll desperately need to focus on studying for a test literally taking place within the next 24 hours when suddenly I'm subjected to The Horrors

#anxiety posting #existential thoughts #existential fear

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sheeplief · 1 year

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to have loved is to have lost. that’s usually why i do the ritual to make my loved ones immortal. we are in a time loop. this is the worst possible version because i used the wrong candles i’m so sorry everybody

#hehe oops #parkers dumb ramblings #existential fear #cosmic dumbassery

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a-minus-content · 1 year

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