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platonicpolycule · 4 months
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every time i see a photo of albert camus my immediate first thought is "that man fucks"
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eyesofeos · 3 months
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Gonna start posting my fan-fiction! Wrote this one for Camus’ The Plague after I had to read it for class a few years ago. I was working on an essay about the book at the time which almost gave me a mental breakdown and I think it might come through in the writing a bit 😅.
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metamorphesque · 2 years
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― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
[text ID: I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.]
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Albert Camus and his cat, Cigarette
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“When I was a child, when I was an adolescent, books saved me from despair: that convinced me that culture was the highest of values…”
- Simone de Beauvoir, The Woman Destroyed
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kafkabot · 4 months
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"The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth."
Georges Bataille
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seraphim-eternal · 3 months
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the baroque male
you have died to the law so to belong to another (Romans 7:4)
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jareckiworld · 9 months
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Vladimir Veličković (1935-2019) —The Basement (oil on canvas, 1958)
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theoptia · 2 years
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Albert Camus, from The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays
Text ID: that irreplaceable voice of the heart,
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cringesnail · 10 months
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Baghera was desperately trying to ask a question but Dapper and BBH managed to spawn a wither and let it escape while she was searching for a word so right after she was like
Baghera: IF YOU WERE PRODUCING EGGS FROM YOUR BUTT WOULD YOU EAT THEM?
bbh: What the fudge? Was that your question?
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rendingrocks · 9 months
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"The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth."
Georges Bataille
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lionofchaeronea · 5 months
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You know what charm is: a way of getting an answer without having posed any clear question. Vous savez ce qu’est le charme: une manière de s’entendre répondre oui sans avoir posé aucune question claire. -The Fall (Le Chute), Albert Camus, 1956
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metamorphesque · 2 years
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― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
[text ID: I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.]
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Jean Paul Sartre and his cat, named Nothing
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therobotmonster · 7 months
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ALERT, ALERT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL!
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ALL OF SPARTAKUS AND THE SUN BENEATH THE SEA IS ON ARCHIVE.ORG
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In pristine condition.
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kafkabot · 4 months
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The same feeling of not belonging, of futility, wherever I go: I pretend interest in what matters nothing to me, I bestir myself mechanically or out of charity, without ever being caught up, without ever being somewhere. What attracts me is elsewhere, and I don’t know where that elsewhere is.
Emil Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born
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