#existential dread

[glitch-with-hexedlegs]

crap, i'm being perceived

[mcpirita]

Semi-motivational quotes from Hayao Miyazaki

[danmguido]

“Ive crushed myself under the weight of my own expectation.

There’s a vast and howling ocean with no life underneath. It stretches down hundreds of miles and along the sea floor is nothing but cracked, olden rock and trenches that plunge ever deeper.

The Other Side.

I’m in a boat and I’m rowing, and the waves are lambasting the hull. I’m rocking to the side. I catch my reflection in the water, and I know if I tip, if I so much as touch that ocean, it will steal me. I will lose every part of myself. And they would have lied to me. I’m afraid they lied to me. I am afraid there is no land. There never was. I’m afraid they pushed me out here because I didn’t fit in theirs. I’m too far out to turn back.”

-Excerpt from Sea Of Eden, a novella I’m rewriting at the moment. If you want to see how it grows as I rewrite, consider following.

[the-most-humble-blog]

Reblog if this post hit like a metaphysical mugshot.

You’ve worn so many “selves” they’d need name tags.

This isn’t identity collapse. It’s identity honesty.

If you’ve ever said “I don’t recognize who I used to be” — Congratulations. That version’s dead.

You’re the imposter now. And that’s beautiful.

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🧠 “TERRIFIED AT THE THOUGHT OF LOSING WHO YOU ARE?”

**WHAT ABOUT DEATH? LOL.**

Let’s get one thing out of the way:

“You” have already died.

Multiple times.

Today.

This hour.

Maybe even **mid-scroll.**

You’re not afraid of death.

You’re afraid of realizing **you’ve already been replaced.**

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You think you’re “you” because you woke up in the same body.

That’s cute.

But which *you* are you exactly?

Because your body **sheds cells constantly.**

You’ve got skin flakes in your sheets from a version of you

that believed in different things,

cried over different people,

feared different futures.

And guess what?

**You can’t even remember what they were thinking.**

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🚽 CASE STUDY: 3 WEEKS + 2 MINUTES AGO

You were on the toilet.

Probably.

Let’s say you were.

What were you thinking about?

A crush?

Debt?

Space?

Nothing?

You don’t know?

You have **no memory** of that moment?

**Then who the hell was that?**

That version of you—

right then, in that moment—

had a full, complex existence,

and now **they’re gone.**

Buried in neural ash.

Replaced by you.

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💀 THAT’S A MICRO-DEATH

And you do it **all the time.**

Change. Forget. Reboot.

There is no continuous you.

There is only **the latest version**

blinking into control

pretending the rest was always you too.

But it wasn’t.

It was **someone else.**

Wearing your face.

Using your name.

Having thoughts you now find *cringe.*

You killed them

and took their place.

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🔁 LET’S TALK UNIVERSE THEORY

You afraid of the end?

Let’s not get into the fact that **many physicists believe**

the universe is cyclic.

A loop.

A simulation.

A waveform.

Which means this?

**Isn’t your first time.**

You’ve done this before.

You’ll do it again.

You’ve *always* existed—

but not always like this.

You are a **returning glitch**

running new code

on recycled atoms

inside a dream

that doesn’t need you to remember the last time to count it.

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🧠 “BUT I FEEL CONSISTENT.”

Of course you do.

That’s how you’re wired.

If you realized how many times you’d died

even *this morning,*

you’d stop bothering with breakfast.

You think your personality is stable?

Wait until you get a new job,

change cities,

get dumped,

or read one sentence that rewires your concept of self.

You’ll feel the death happen—

subtle, quiet,

like a whisper of a version falling out of frame.

And you’ll say:

> “I don’t even recognize who I used to be.”

Yeah.

Because that version?

**Gone.**

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📉 “BUT I’M STILL HERE.”

Okay.

Who is “I”?

Your voice?

Your beliefs?

Your favorite cereal?

Let’s do a checklist:

- Ever cringed at your old opinions?

- Ever loved someone, then stopped?

- Ever reread an old journal and felt like a stranger wrote it?

Yeah.

**You are a serial identity murderer.**

But don’t worry—

everyone else is too.

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💡 THE POINT?

You don’t need to be scared of death.

You’ve survived thousands of them.

Identity death.

Belief death.

Memory death.

Cellular death.

You're like **a coral reef made of corpses**

and you keep calling it “me.”

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☠️ THE GOOD NEWS:

If you've died that many times already

and you're still laughing at this post?

Then maybe, just maybe—

death isn’t the deletion you thought.

It’s just **the next moment,**

with a new you

inside the same eyes.

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🕳️ SO STOP STRESSING THE SMALL SHIT

You dropped your coffee?

Said something dumb?

Didn’t get the job?

Felt like a fraud?

Who cares.

That version of you is **already gone.**

You are already becoming someone else.

Someone who gets it.

Someone who survives.

Every second

is a little funeral

for who you were

and a little birth

for who you’re becoming.

That’s not terrifying.

That’s **fucking metal.**

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🧘‍♂️ TL;DR:

- You’ve died more times than you’ve blinked

- You don’t remember most of it

- You’re still standing

- That makes you both terrifying and divine

Don’t fear death.

**You’ve been doing it like a pro.**

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🧠 Read more scrolltrap death theories, existential CPR, and psychological funeral sermons at:

👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence

🛡️ Timeline resilience. Identity detachment. Death immunity—installed.

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[ourslutfactory]

Resting in pieces

[speedyphilosopherpanda]

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

[m4shingan]

NiHiLL

[paperpuzzles]

[slaughtame]

Since there’s barely smut-ish of other characters in Date Everything (smut) tag. I might as well contribute… Starting off with Doug (existential dread)

pt. 2 smut headcanons

Doug is forward, if you didn’t know from this Tiktok video here. But he’s also honest, like really honest. So if he says your ass is fat… then your ass is fat.

Doug doesn’t have much of a preference on which body part on your body. But, he’d say he likes your ass. Like straight up tells your ass is his favorite part of your body. (maybe thighs). Sometimes he’d just stare down your ass shamelessly/shamefully…???

He’s definitely dominant. I just know it.

He’s neither soft or hard dominant, mostly. But if you’re like bratty and have some sort of attitude towards him. Then, he’ll be a hard dominant leaning, for now, in bed.

He would use his strength to manhandle you (Sometimes he accidentally hurts you due his strength).

His kinks are kinda vanilla-ish, in my opinion. Like he’s into praise, discipline, foreplay, stuckage. For the most part.

But he’s punishing you, he’s edging you, overstimulating you, hair pulling, and humiliation.

Regardless if you’re being a brat or not, he’s giving you after care. And his after cares are fine, not bad nor good.

[technological-existentialism]

[crackersbomb]

A chibi gif of Doug I made :D

I'm very proud of it

[daraquessa]

Finally 100% my first game, dredge, and loved it so much :)

[weirdlookindog]

James Gleeson (1915–2008) - “Images for a Darkening Time”

oil on canvas, 2003

source

[stutterhug]

A measured five year plan..

[dinosaur-ears]

I still have to weave the ends in, but I finished another pride scarf! At first I was really disappointed that this yarn got the color order wrong, but while googling to check i found that it does match this "wartime" nb pride flag, which gives me great joy.

These Pride projects have been an absolute savior for dealing with my anxiety lately. If you're feeling overwhelmed with the state of the world, try making something with your hands 💜