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hamoodmood · 7 months
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s-n · 27 days
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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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urmomswifesworld · 5 months
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mymagpienest · 17 days
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I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.
Jean-Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness.
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funeral · 7 months
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Neil Cornwell, The Absurd in Literature
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rendingrocks · 1 year
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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.
The trouble with being born, Emil Cioran
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I'm Franz Kafka if he had mommy issues instead and was just a girl in a world. (the world being tumblr)
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blrrblog · 7 months
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“Why do I keep running?”
I ask myself as I stare up at the sky.
“Why do I bother fighting? Why do I keep trying to fight back against this cruel, indifferent world?”
I know that no matter how hard I try, I cannot stop the pain of existence. The suffering, the misery, never seem to leave me. So why do I keep fighting it?
Perhaps it is the struggle itself to find meaning that gives me purpose in life. Perhaps the fact that we will never reach the state of “living” without “suffering” is exactly what makes us human.
And perhaps, in my own weird, twisted way, I do not wish for this suffering to end. I do not wish to stop my misery.
Because I find an odd pleasure in living this way.
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hydetheghost · 5 months
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"does it matter? does anything matter?"
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hamoodmood · 1 year
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s-n · 5 months
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timberfigure · 7 months
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death is so much more present than we pretend it is. you will die and that is so boring. we say it like a joke to the point that i don't want to give it any attention beyond this point.
i saw an old friend outside of the local bakery. we spoke for 7 minutes and 32 seconds. as i walked away i noticed that death lingered kindly over my head like a halo. My conversation had just passed, as had my relationship to the old friend before this morning. the me that spoke to my friend had passed in the time that our eyes left each others and we traveled the sidewalk in opposite directions. there was no tragedy to it, there may not have even been permanence. but there was certainly death.
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theoptia · 2 years
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Nihilism as a psychological state will have to be reached, first, when we have sought a "meaning" in all events that is not there: so the seeker eventually becomes discouraged. Nihilism, then, is the recognition of the long waste of strength, the agony of the "in vain," insecurity, the lack of any opportunity to recover and to regain composure--being ashamed in front of oneself, as if one had deceived oneself all too long.--This meaning could have been: the "fulfillment" of some highest ethical canon in all events, the moral world order; or the growth of love and harmony in the intercourse of beings; or the gradual approximation of a state of universal happiness; or even the development toward a state of universal annihilation--any goal at least constitutes some meaning. What all these notions have in common is that something is to be achieved through the process--and now one realizes that becoming aims at nothing and achieves nothing.-- Thus, disappointment regarding an alleged aim of becoming as a cause of nihilism: whether regarding a specific aim or, universalized, the realization that all previous hypotheses about aims that concern the whole "evolution" are inadequate (man no longer the collaborator, let alone the center, of becoming).
 Friedrich Nietzsche, from The Will to Power
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mymagpienest · 17 days
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