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fuckyeahexistentialism:

“The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.”

—Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory

The universe doesn’t care about us. Time doesn’t care about us. That’s why we have to care about each other.
David Levithan (via petrichour)

I think that I’m going to read “A Scanner Darkly” again. I really like this kind of sickness.

Get scared. It will do you good. Smoke a bit, stare blankly at some ceilings, beat your head against some walls, refuse to see some people, paint and write. Get scared some more. Allow your little mind to do nothing but function. Stay inside, go out - I don’t care what you’ll do; but stay scared as hell. You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.
Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1951-1959 (via exoticwild)
i learned that people can easily forget that others are human.
"prisoner" from the stanford prison experiment (1971)
asks:
Hi, so I'm sorry if you already get asked this a lot, but I need to find good meat substitutes so that I'm still getting enough protein in my diet, and I don't know which ones to get. Any recommendations?

vegan-yums:

You don’t need a meat substituent. Protein is in most food, meat-eaters get too much animal protein, this leads to illnesses. You don’t have to worry about protein unless you’re not eating food. Veggies are full of protein. Cooked spinach, Cooked kale, Cooked broccoli. Quinoa, Lentils, Beans, Oatmeal, Hummus, Nuts and nut butters, Non-dairy milk, Seitan, Tofu, Rice, Seeds, Bread, Potatoes, Spirulina and more..

But my soul’s poisonous doubt is all-consuming. My soul is like the Dead Sea, over which no bird can fly; when it has flown midway, then it sinks down to death and destruction.
Soren Kierkegaard (via blackestdespondency)
I hope that you don’t stop to use that fallen sounds I found in you
Melody’s Echo Chamber, Mount Hopeless.
Too bad people didn’t fall in love at the same pace, at the same time, for the same reasons, and too bad those emotions didn’t move simultaneously. But each act of madness moved at its own pace, one not dependent on the pace of anyone else. It wasn’t like tandem skydiving, where you were connected as you fell, where you were forced to fall at the same rate and use the same parachute. Falling in love was a solo act. I knew that, had learned that the hard way. You just jumped and hoped your parachute opened. Sometimes you looked up and saw you were falling by yourself, the object of your desire still on the plane, not interested in jumping, watching you descend into that scary place alone.
Eric Jerome Dickey, The Novel Pleasure (via larmoyante)