#EXISTENTIAL CRISIS

[after-thought]

A thing that f*#ked me up this week... I watched a documentary focused on recent Hubble telescope photos of many new galaxies both older and more complex than previous thought possible. It turns everything we thought to know about our universe and how it was created on its head. It made a very articulate argument that this points to the conclusion that our universe exists within a black hole... We exist in a bubble beyond the event horizon of a black hole within a larger universe.

I feel some kind of powerful way about this that I can't quite parse.

Grief, maybe. Dreadful knowing. Immeasurable loneliness.

We are the aftermath of destruction of everything. Cut off. Sealed beneath a scar in fabric of the real universe. We are a festering wound. Unable to be seen - reached - beyond that membrane. Our begining arose from a horrific ending. Made from the scattered ashes of crushed universes - torn apart molecule by molecular to be our building blocks. Their tragedy is our birth.

I have sat in night and stared at stars and imagined it to be freedom - the false lid of a perfect sky of daytime removed to reveal the truth - an endless vast expanse of possibility. Yet, it is a jar inside a jar. We cannot even begin to imagine the truth of the world beyond our bubble.

It makes a kind of sense when even birth is an act of violence - tearing of flesh and breaking of bone - and we had no say in it but still our existence is insistent on it. Never free of the violence.

To eat... I heard even mushrooms scream in their own way - warning vast networks when we pluck them. Yet we can't exist but through consumption - destroying to sustain.

Of course we are a black hole. Of course we are.

[victusinveritas]

[iwanturfeelins]

unmasking feels so cruel, i literally feel like i’ve been lying to myself for as long as ive been alive, is my favorite color even my favorite color? am i talkative or do i just like to fill the silence? am i who i say i am? am i my words? my actions? my thoughts? my fears? my desires? when did it get so dark? and why cant i find my way back? i have so many questions, but only i can answer them. and who am i to know what i want?

[biblicallyaccuratemoth]

Ah, yes…Estrogen. Well, you’ve come to the right place, Tumblr is home to Estrogen ministration, you need only unravel its secrets. But where’s an outsider like yourself to begin? Easy, with a bit of Estrogen of your own. Whatever happens, you may think it all a mere bad dream…

[magavont]

Anhedonia 11/04/2025

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[sweeneydino]

He's really sick.

Based on this hard-hitting scene in Spy Kids 2

God I love that movie.

[spaceshipsandpurpledrank]

It's been a rough 18 months for lil homie

[speedyphilosopherpanda]

Don't ask me who I am. I'm a stranger, even to my own name.

[claypigeonpottery]

reserved

another slightly different possum. I like this one’s expression

[m4shingan]

NiHiLL

[joyousjoyfuljoyness]

Say hello to "Teal Eyes," kitty number 4 of the Close Encounters Collection!

[liesandnights]

Do you ever feel like you're just sort of there?

Like all your friends go out and do things and get into relationships and like people that like them back and have fun and do stupid things with their best friends and instead of doing all that you're just sort of this mildly entertaining thing that people take an interest in once in a while but they wouldn't really care if it was gone.

Like you just sort of exist but you don't really mean anything.

[pandoras-prison]

[allangelschaos]

[todayontumblr]

Thursday, January 4.

Existential Ben Affleck.

Well it's January 4, after all—indeed it cannot be anything else. And nothing quite distills the suffocating existential weight quite like another image of Ben Affleck trying, and failing, to carry out the most menial tasks of the day. There is a little Ben Affleck in all of us.   So once you're done staring at the sad, widening pool of coffee at your feet, come celebrate this gaping abyss of a month with a series of Affleck-inspired gazes into the void.

@batfleckgifs

[itstakestimee]