Nostalgic Nihilism.

Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepared for how it feels.

—Natalie Standiford, How to Say Goodbye in Robot (via larmoyante)

And what is the most terrible thing about boredom? Why do we rush to dispel it? Because it is a distraction-free state which soon enough reveals underlying unpalatable truths about existence—our insignificance, our meaningless existence, our inexorable progression to deterioration and death.

The Schopenhauer Cure , Irvin Yalom (via kissfromfoucault)

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She wouldn’t say what we both knew. “The reason you will not say it is, when you say it, even to yourself, you will know it is true: is that it? But you know it is true now. I can almost tell you the day when you knew it is true. Why won’t you say it, even to yourself?”

—William Faulkner, from As I Lay Dying (via c-ovet)

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partybarackisinthehousetonight:

ya know that kid whos at the arcade and is just watching the demo for a game but they’re pressing the buttons like they’re playing?? well that’s how i’m handling adulthood so far

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Existence is worthless, […] and nihilism is … the unavoidable corollary of the realist conviction that there is a mind-independent reality, which, despite the presumptions of human narcissism, is indifferent to our existence and oblivious to the ‘values’ and ‘meanings’ which we drape over it in order to make it more hospitable.

The disenchantment of the world deserves to be celebrated as an achievement of intellectual maturity, not bewailed as a debilitating impoverishment.

Ray Brassier, Nihil Unbound  

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Just because someone desires you, it does not mean that they value you.


Read it over.

Again.

Let those words resonate in your mind.

Nayyirah Waheed (via bl-ossomed)

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Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up.

—Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum (via cityandcolourblind)

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Stop saying it’s okay when your soul’s bleeding. Stop trying to dodge knives that always end up in the depths of your heart. Stop looking to the ceiling hoping that tears won’t overflow. Stop taking people’s shit. Walk away. Fuck them all.

—E.B., Self advice (via cityandcolourblind)

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