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@shit-philosophy
“Cleaning the kitchens in the kitchen, inside and out”
@saturnmby
They're more fun when you put them in your mouth
- @shit-philosophy's dad
Losing your sense of self is about as horrible and mortifying as I imagined. I feel like I’m slowly losing the grasp I once maintained around who I am to myself, nothing I do feels like something i would do anymore. Happiness is getting harder and harder to locate as it almost feels as my sanity is running away from me. I’ve always prided myself in the confidence I’ve had in who I am and it almost feels as though if I lose that I lose myself in the process. It’s consumed me, become me I am my confidence, meager as it may be.
Rest well my love<3
The Painters of Despair
A painting speaks a thousand words. They make you feel a certain way, feel what the painter felt when they made it. But those thousand words never change, they will always be the same.
A word paints a thousand pictures, each personal and individual to ourselves. Thus, a book is like a weave, millions of pictures compressed into every page, and authors their weavers. We string together words to form sentences, to communicate with one another, but we only think about how a word makes us feel if we want the receiver to feel a certain way. When we manipulate each other, we choose our words carefully to convince someone to feel something. Manipulation is like someone taking control of your mind, making you feel something, do something, think something. Despair.
An author wields words like a weapon, making you feel whatever they want you to feel, manipulating you on every page, but for some reason we always return, always come back. Back to these painters, painters of despair.
Overthinking is hallucinating, except it’s not your senses tricking your mind. It’s your mind tricking itself.
I love talking nonsense with you and I hope that we can talk nonsense with each other for the rest of our lives.
Saw you for 3 sec, felt better for 24hrs.
Aspiration
Why aspire for perfection, the only thing that is inherently perfect is time.
Time makes the world beautiful, makes things imperfect. Why would we try to become what we cannot be?
Time claims all, and will one day embrace us as well. Respect yourself for the person you are, stay true to yourself.
Keep time close, so that one day when time claims you, it will be a warm embrace with a long lost friend.