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There are two ways to fall into idealism: The one consists of dissolving the real in subjectivity; the other in denying all real subjectivity in the interests of objectivity. The truth is that subjectivity is neither everything nor nothing; it represents a moment in the objective process (that in which externality is internalised), and this moment is perpetually eliminated only to be perpetually reborn.
Jean-Paul Sartre, Search for a Method (via lovevoltaireusapart)
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The Diaries of Franz Kafka
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If anybody achieves at least endurance of misery, he has already accomplished an almost superhuman task.
Carl Jung
things i told the internet, but didn’t tell my mom, 2013
Anna Ladd
If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—forever.
George Orwell, 1984
too real.
But in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself.
Albert Camus
People say put something in your refrigerator, it’ll make your house feel more like a home, they say buy furniture, they say lots of things that cannot cure us of the conviction that we’re living the life of a ghost. About all we’ve learned since we’ve been single is this: we can do whatever we want, but there’s nothing we want to do.
Listening to the songs we love, Unremitting Failure
I die more often than many.
Margaret Atwood, from Selected Poems: 1965-1975 (via mercurieux)
The impulse to go into hiding: quite strong at times. Perhaps I will someday. But.
Joyce Carol Oates, from a journal entry (via jacquesdemys)