modern philosophy

philosophy • journal entries • sad girl confessions • epiphanies & manifestations

[fuckingexistential]

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[fuckingexistential]

I felt more like a poet at a time I knew nothing about dead poets than I do now after having dined and wined with the poets dead and alive.

[what-iz-life]

Staying in a relationship just because you love someone is not worth it. love is not all you need. Respect is what you need. Time is what you need. Reassurance is what you need. Happiness is what you need. A bestfriend is what you need.

[fuckingexistential]

Your party at 7, what do I bring?

- come with your mind

[wrathofachilleus]

born to be an abstract concept, forced to be a percievable entity

[fuckingexistential]

I was once in love with you, of course I’ll never forget your birthday.

[fuckingexistential]

like watered down wine two sundays hence the echo of a modernist voice permutations and combinations but of the life victory ahead of strife

[fuckingexistential]

a kick to the bucket is all it demands, spillage kisses floor.

composed, even through this? a marvel.

where does one learn to flip the right leaf at the correct time?

a little over four heartaches, reverse papier-mâché; wisdom comes complimentary.

oh the grin of the unbothered. the bliss of oblivion and the pleasure of indifference.

a fair trade, no questions asked, going twice and sold.

the souls mourned for at dawn oblivious to the being of any but their own.

all that wishful thinking? a subtle manifestation of a future uncertain.

unfinished, juicing the penultimate droplet, picking corners is a fools game.

the curtain rises, act II.

fragrance is a filthy temptress. the nape of his neck and the taste of his breath.

[eklixio]

ready to be stressed! 🐻🍽️

[prokopetz]

One of my favourite bits of media history trivia is that back in the Elizabethan period, people used to publish unauthorised copies of plays by sending someone who was good with shorthand to discretely write down all of the play's dialogue while they watched it, then reconstructing the play by combining those notes with audience interviews to recover the stage directions; in some cases, these unauthorised copies are the only record of a given play that survives to the present day. It's one of my favourites for two reasons:

It demonstrates that piracy has always lay at the heart of media preservation; and

Imagine being the 1603 equivalent of the guy with the cell phone camera in the movie theatre, furtively scribbling down notes in a little book and hoping Shakespeare himself doesn't catch you.

[fuckingexistential]

… and I’m embarrassed that grief is my only muse. It’s so frustrating that the only time I want to unleash the energy from the pit of my core is when I’m wronged, upset or angry. Why couldn’t I paint my masterpiece like I decided on a whim in response to the beauty that is my environment and why couldn’t I sing to my heart’s content a happy melody reminiscent of a past that’s gone by? Why does the sound of your voice still echo in my mind and why do I refuse to let you go even though all you did was slow me down? I hear the rattling of the spool of thread unwind an endless supply of oblivion and that consumes me whole for I am starved and my hunger has no other name.

[fuckingexistential]

Dearest ____,

I’m think about moving on. He’s not as loving as you were. He’s not half as nice as you were.

Maybe the colour of heartbreak this time around won’t be a deep shade of red but that won’t matter.

I want you to know. I’ll always love you but for now, I’m moving on.

[fuckingexistential]

Freedom can look different for different people. Freedom doesn’t always equate liberty and freedom doesn’t always equate free will.

For you can be enslaved to the sound of your own thoughts.

Believe me when I say that the walls could be as high as the Great Wall but the odds of the tide catching up to you are higher than the sun beaming on your face and this is exactly why you need to trust yourself.

Trust yourself that your world has its own ecosystem that functions on your command and no one takes that from you.

[fuckingexistential]

People are magnets

We’re always drawing people in and out of our fields

And from all directions

The field is in constant motion, not the magnet

[fuckingexistential]

In an alternate universe I’m besties with all of my exes exes and it’s a sisterhood of love and understanding. Of endless artistic collaboration.

[fuckingexistential]

Through sadness and through joy, I miss you most. Letting you go might be my greatest mistake.

Do you copy? Can you come back?