Puddles

existential train

getting on a train to nowhere….I mean howard. Feeling better today, actually laid down some ink, wanna buy some fags (ciggs) for no good reason, but a couple bad reasons. Mainly so I look like thanatos doesn’t scare me, if you don’t know what that is, look back at my reblogged coffee camus post, if you still don’t know, then I feel successfully pretentious. (could we stick any more double consonants in ‘successfully’ jesus christ)

In moments of temptation or indecision - for example, when the man who has resolved not to gamble anymore is confronted with the gaming tables once again - one realises, painfully, that no motive and no past resolution, however strong, determines what one will do next.

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—	Sartre, 1943 (via emmabutton) i normally disagree with mr sartre, but today it seems, he has hit his mark.

fuckyeahexistentialism:

upon-the-heath

‘the doer’ is merely a fiction added to the deed—the deed is everything.

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—	Friedrich Nietzsche, On the Genealogy of Morals, III: 13, Basic Writings of Nietzsche, ed. and trans. Walter Kaufmann (New York: Modern Library, 1992), p. 481. (via fuckyeahexistentialism)

Profound boredom, drifting here and there in the abysses of our existence like a muffling fog, removes all things and men and oneself along with it into a remarkable indifference. This boredom reveals being as a whole.

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—	Heidegger (via nminusone) yeah ennui boy, sometimes blogging, or following blogs, is nothing but this empty search for entertainment, or connection perhaps, but this very connection is undermined just as it is determined, you are there and I am here, and that is all

The Geschick of being: a child that plays […]

Why does it play, the great child of the world-play Heraclitus brought into view in the aiôn? It plays, because it plays.

The “because? withers away in the play. The play is without “why.” It plays since it plays. It simply remains a play: the most elevated and the most profound. But this “simply” is everything, the one, the only […]

The question remains whether and how we, hearing the movements of this play, play along and accommodate ourselves to the play.

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—	Martin Heidegger: The Principle of Reason (1955) translated by Reginald Lilly (1991)

I’m something that I used to be. I’m never where I feel I am, and if I seek myself, I don’t know who’s seeking me. My boredom with everything has numbed me. I feel banished from my soul.

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—	The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa (via drunkonliterature) -not really, but kinda- also unrelated, sometimes i hate technology

teetering

life is what happens when you are busy making different plans

Seriously this health care debate is effing retarded, i’m sorry christian right, I’ve tried to tolerate you so long, but your lack of toleration, I am afraid, I can no longer tolerate.

Reason is, and ought only to be the slave of the passions.

———- story of my life ———-

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—	David Hume (via fuckyeahexistentialism)