#existensial crisis

[aether-xx]

This masterpiece of a scene between Tokyo and Nairobi

[immortal-tale]

Kinda makes you question whether your life is the original or just a copy.

[drunkontext]

How do you celebrate birthdays when there is a constant fear of death .

[delphine10]

On t’a fait un monde trop petit

Pour l’appétit de tes grands yeux

Écarquillés sur l’infini

(…)

Toi tu es née pour la folie, pour la lumière

Pour des pays peuplés de rois

Et tu te demandes dans ta nuit de prisonnière

Pourquoi tu vis et où tu vas ?

(…)

Tu n’as pas d’avion ni de bateau

Pour t’en aller

Les illusions qui restent sont donc ton radeau

Qui va couler

Et pourtant tu veux de tout ton corps

De tout ton cœur

Briser enfin le noir et blanc de ton décor

Vivre en couleurs

Voyou (/Jeannette) - Pourquoi tu vis ?

[out-of-context-batfam]

Red Robin #1

[sebaschian]

Grelle: I hate this life *destroys her office* even my own husband hates me!! *wrecks down the whole dispatch*

Will: Should I even ask?

Ron: Senpai... got into a crisis and wrecked it all...

[anjawritings]

Someday We Will Disappear and No One Will Remember

I was allowed to say, to stay in absence of absolute zero. Nobody is sane enough to tell me what to do, to call upon the mighty event above the horizon.

—to witness the last remnant of once a beautiful, sorrowful light to all the living things walk inside this cosmos. No words were allowed to be spoken, not even the heavenly songs of our fathers before us, the ancient mark left to be remembered. The mare is not colossal enough to bear my thoughts, the product of evolution hundreds of millennia prior. No specific time would tell you that I am alive and well, dwell on the sins of our past.

So unbearable, so mighty, yet so tiny.

Mother’s wombs, salty tears, long live the great minds. The civilization comes to my mind when I saw nebula and trapped the nova in my tightest embrace of my gaunt spirit. He will love and bestow us a quaint web of space and time. And we will say they don’t exist. We will say the equilibrium is broken, and we will weep upon the last Herculean source of our breath.

So old, so young, and so numb.

My, my, if it isn’t because I have the same complex reverie in my lovely nerve crowded with impulses, I wouldn’t be in such state of blues. The vacuum, continuous hollow of longing nights replete with grace bow and blooming sun that led every bone and skin to doom.

[hafermensch]

slightly pissed that my only personality trait used to be The Bookworm™ and i don’t have the motivation to read anymore so i’m kinda having an ongoing existensial crisis because i lost my old personality