#tw existential

[btc-official]

being rich is like. so fucking futile. because it’s not a state you’re meant to be in forever. capitalism is about the chase and a constantly shifting market. staying on top of it is so fucking pointless.

if you can stay rich your whole life you will one day die.

if you cheat death you will run out of ways to make money.

if you keep making money forever you will run out of things to do with it.

if you keep hoarding it forever it will stop meaning anything.

there is no way to win the game! there is no fucking end goal because it isn’t supposed to end or have a winner!

the 1% are chasing a fucking carrot on a stick and you can rest easy knowing that they will eventually destroy themselves. focus on saving everything else they’re going to fuck up in the process.

[mrtechnodads-updates-deactived]

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[scifi-ibices]

Moonrise, An Invader Zim minicomic. Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (page 10) -> Part 6 [soon]

Dib, in his late 30′s to 40′s is still thwarting Zim’s apocalyptic plans to take over Earth. After a particularly nasty fight, Zim can no longer hold back his observations...and his questions. For as long as they have known each other, sometimes one’s motivations and one’s fears are cloaked in obscurity. Until something or someone breaks.

Our handwriting is a bit messy, posting the words under the cut:

Zim: You’ve barely won this fight. I’ve analyzed it. Your reflexes are slowing, your strength is fading. The durations of these fights are elongating. I can’t bear to strike you down at your weakest. For once, Zim is begging you, Dib, is that what you need to hear?!

[theboringsoliloquy]

I looked at myself in the mirror and saw an exhausted existential dread hung loosely over my shoulders, a mind that never stops thinking, an exhaustion that wreaks turmoil so stealthily yet somehow resonating like the longest gongs of the ancient churches, I am, maybe, a long stretch of a sentence, unfaithful to its promise to make sense.

- excerpts from a self portrait in written verses I'll never finish.

[wayward-silver]

HELLO. it is I. the ADVICE RATER. please SUBMIT your ADVICE to be RATED

uhh don't die or you'll have to face the reality that the world will move on without you. Ever turning, uncaring of the fact that life as you knew it is slipping away.

[biohazard-inevitable]

Theres an odd beauty in beaing dead but also alive

An incarnation of death itself, and yet fully aware of every twitch of life through my false veins

Sudden bursts of energy that pulse through muscles and pull at my tendons, forcing bones to jerk along with the puppeteering of the nervous system.

The feeling of legs pounding against the earth, that which itself is alive.

Every breath into my lungs of cool winter air, burning and scraping its way down and with every chilly tingle of my insides I breathe the air around me, knowing that every gulp is provided by life itself, I am breathing in life.

Even as i sit, back to the earth and face towards the heavens, I know im not alone.

The wind is alive in its dreary howls, stroking across my fur.

The trees are alive as they creak and beckon their woes and worries with twisting branches that try to grasp upon the stars.

The earth is alive, rustling under my paws and devouring the rot of the world that tramples it and nests within its flesh.

The world is alive and that which is beyond is alive and I’m connected to it.

A stranger to this world, an omen of demise and yet despite everything,

I too am alive.

Logically I should not be as a spirit of the realm beyond, and yet i touch, i breathe, i feel, I cry and I bleed and I am alive.

The souls of beyond and future twist throughout my veins, i collect that which is left behind but even death itself is alive.

To be conscious is to live they say but even the unconscious breathe and thrive.

Do they hope do they dream do they do more than just survive?

We are all deeply and thuroughly alive wether we hold human forms or not.

Death is not the end of life but instead the start of a new form of being alive.

[caprisun-and-novocaine]

not having been born until the 2000′s, it’s so fascinating exploring other people’s nostalgia and what came before me, particularly millenials. i look at something as simple as the design of a nutritional facts label from 1998 compared to today, how it hasn’t changed, and how what’s “new” was never new at all. people were creating forum topics back then about things i didn’t even realize existed until 5-8 years ago. i see older adults talking about how the 90′s and 00′s felt like yesterday and even though i wasn’t alive to see the 90′s or old enough to fully appreciate the 00′s it does. it does feel like the 90′s were yesterday, the more i identify with a time before i was a concept, lol. i get why older adults have mid life crises, i would too if i was in my 30′s right now. it’s just interesting how so much has changed yet so much hasn’t. 

[lightpinkstuff]

I love this song so much I wanna get all the lyrics tattooed on me but that's not really practical so I just want to get the title of it tattooed on my arm so that I can look at it every time I feel overwhelmed

[banitheinabi]

I have some serious questions about this show's world

Where do the letters even come from? Are they naturally occurring or are they man made? i mean, the sun is a word so letters have to be a natural resource, but we also see characters construct words out of sand? how does that even work?? How does the word world determine what is a letter and what isnt? if you combined some natural letters and man-made letters into one word, would that work? Does the word world only work with the English alphabet, or can it work with non-Romanized scripts like Japanese or Arabic? If i were to spell "Duck" in Spanish, would the duck speak Spanish?

How is it that when you spell out a word, there are just parts of that object that aren't made of letters? Like if you were to spell out "Cake" the cake itself would be made of letters, but the frosting and strawberries on the cake would not be made of letters. When you spell "Goat" the goat's horns are not letters. Heck, there are even just parts of the word world that are just not made of letter. If we remove the goat's horn, is it its own thing, or is it just a part of the goat? if you were to spell out "strawberry" to get a word strawberry, and took a non-word strawberry from the cake, would the word world citizens notice the difference? would there be a difference outside of visuals? would word strawberry be more "real" than non-word strawberry? What are the non-word parts of word world made of? are they still made up of letters, just really small ones? are the made up of atoms? would the atoms be made up of letters? where would those letters even come from? are those letters made up of even smaller particles or are letters just the smallest bit of matter possible in this universe? would that mean that the bigger letters are, themselves, made of even smaller letters?

When you spell out the word "House" it looks like the word house. If you were to spell out the word "Wood" and built a house with that wood, would the house be constrained into looking like the word, or could you make the house look like whatever you want? if you were to spell out the individual ingredients for a pie and baked them, would the pie be word or just a normal looking pie? would a baked pie taste better than a pie that was just spelled out?

Would you be able to use things that kinda look like letters in place of letters? could you use a U-shaped magnet as a U? would the word world know what you're trying to do? Would Word World stop it or let it happen? what would happen if you took a donut and used it as the O in the word "Donut"? What if you take that donut donut and used it as the O in another donut? how far could you go with that? what if you had a capital I and tried to use it as a lowercase l? what about using an N on its side as a Z? Would that work in this world?

If i spell out the title of a film, would that be considered piracy? if i spelled out the word "Money" would that be counterfeit? would there even be a need for money in the word world? i mean, if you want something, you just spell it out, no? There is absolutely nothing stopping word world civilians from living completely hedonistic lives.

What would happen if the word you spelled was not a noun, but a verb? what if you spelt and adjective? What if instead of spelling a concrete noun, you spelt an abstract concept like "Love"? how would the word world react to these circumstances?

In the show, words sometimes fall apart and stop being the object the word spelt. What would happen if you removed one letter from an object and then put it back? would that object just go on doing its thing or would it reset the object? what if the word you did that with was a sentient being like the Duck? If you removed the D from Duck and put it back would the Duck just go on as if nothing happened or would the Duck reset? what would resetting be like? would Duck lose all his memories of his friends? what if you removed the D from Duck, but replaced it with a different D? Would Duck even be the same Duck? what if you replaced ALL the letters in Duck one by one? Surely that would make a different Duck than we started with. What if we took the original Duck letters and respell Duck? Would that be the same Duck as before? Would both Ducks be identical, or would they have noticeable differences?

What if you took the Ant character, and added a P and an S to turn the Ant into Pants? Would the Pants contain the conscious or soul of the Ant, or would all that disappear into nothingness? where is the soul of word world civilians stored? is it stored in the letters or just conjured up whenever the letters just so happen to spell out the word of a conscious being? if you take the A from ant and used it to make a different conscious being, for this instance an Ape? would that A still hold parts of Ant's being? or would that consciousness just be... erased... replaced with a completely new Ape consciousness. what if after that, i removed the A from the Ape and gave it back to the Ant? would the Ant regain its original consciousness? would the Ape consciousness be retained. or would it just be... another completely new ant consciousness. Surely some of the soul must be in the letters, right?? but if that letter is used for a different conscious... surely some bit of the soul would be lost for that new consciousness. how long could you go on swapping letters before the original soul is just... gone...

completely replaced...

[theolmpocket]

Sorry it’s been awhile. Today has been a weird day.

Due to my fathers death, I have been allowed three free counselling sessions from the government. It’s all they can do for me really. I’ve talked with the same counsellor that has also counselled other members of my family. It’s funny, all of the different ways we have described my dad.

When I was young, 10-11 years old, I suffered my first existential breakdown over realising the reality of death for the first time. I had my first glimpse of feeling what it was like not to exist. No one had died, I just realised what actually happened after death. There was no god, just a void of unknowingly being dead. It terrified me. I ran to my mother, sobbing and crying but she could not understand what I was talking about. She could not realise my fear, she could not comprehend my existential thoughts. My dad however, took me outside gently, and made me watch the stars and comforted me, saying that when I get old enough to die, they may have found a way to preserve our lives digitally or something along those lines. But he also told me that by the time we’re that old, we sort of want to die anyway.

That was probably the best memory I have of my dad.

We both realised that night, that we could understand each other. He’d faced his own terror and existentialism the same way, but no one understood him. But now I, without any prompting, had said his thoughts out loud. He pitied me, he was deeply saddened I had inherited this mental illness.

Next month will be one year since my fathers passing. It’s also exams.

My father killed himself.

Now I can’t watch the stars anymore.

[void-selfships-archive]

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Sometimes food is more important than an existential crisis

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[aurelienne]

Emotional Feeling and the Truth

I don't think people feel as strongly as they claim.

They only think they feel that strongly because they desire to feel that strength of emotion like they have heard others feel.

It's performative.

Some don't realize it and some actively know.

They try to cry harder.

Think more romantically.

I stopped trying to feel harder about romantic aspects and they haven't come strongly naturally.

I used to be so upset from social faux pas and I started to not try to feel or think strongly about it and it has not come naturally.

Is this self actualization, am I a sociopath who convinced herself she was normal, or is everyone like this?

Song that I'm listening to right now:

[stormy-mae]

currently in a silly loop of believing i am unknowingly god (my own existence is the only one that can be confirmed so the only being even possible to be generating everything on this mortal coil that i have experienced first-hand is myself, who does not remember creation) and believing that i be a funny little blob of nothing (considering the possibility of another conscious mind having the train of thought above, that would mean that neither of us remain existent in the theory, but if the own comprehension of each others' existences is what makes us real, then we aren't real and therefore we are nothing)

anyways i'm also listening to katy perry

[theboringsoliloquy]

You start your mornings, mourning with a pill to wash your guts clean, of stored rotting memories, the eyes of an imposter as life makes a mockery out of your existential obsession to connect. You become a concoction of your nightmares, spreading arms bursting through your chest to crush a body to feel a living skin to skin. You're everything but human, yet your ability to seek to be human comes from you seeking a shelter for the way you turned out to be.

- excerpts from a self portrait in written verses I'll never finish

[wayward-silver]

...oh.

I guess...the world moves on without you when you die huh.

[rat-9991]

Watch ""how fish is made" cover but i used the game footage video" on YouTube

This is going to be the only thing I think about for like the next 2 months like I'm loosing my mind someone finally made a cover of the how fish is made songgg!!!!!!!!