life is so bad
"…and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?"
—
Vincent van Gogh
(via goodreadss)
the ability to live in a way that doesn’t work against beauty and life on Earth.
if you’re depressed and you know you’re not the reason you’re depressed, good luck… lonely pointless road ahead.
I don’t understand why the only people I get along with anymore are women in their 30s and 40s
it’s a good thing none of the things people care about actually matter.
isn’t it?
being alive is so horribly unpleasant and counterproductive. surrounded all the time by idiots and delusions. there is no escape from this nightmare is there? and to think I actually cared about someone before. I mean I thought I knew who they were so I thought it was possible to care hahaha. fuck all of this species. we’re all useless scum. I guess it will be over soon. I hope none of us fucking survive.
people so confused with all these origin mythologies like free will and boom from nothing time and god’s magic it’s like no this dimensionality and self-referentiality flows… how the shape of the universe cycles too in the multiverse, this is why not all infinities are equal.. because universe is not without bounds, just can’t say where its bounds are and its all afloat in the multiverse of can’t say where the bounds are either.. whether you want to call it time or novelty or life or whatever, we’ll cycle back around. how many dimensions will we get pushed through? don’t wait for your next life because it’s already happening right now.
"We are being funneled towards a kind of ultimate historical crisis; to the degree that you have bought into the assumptions and values and aspirations of historical society, it’s going to look to you like the world is just flying to pieces."
— Terence McKenna
I really wish I could kill myself.
