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if it makes you happy

then it’s not a waste of time

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days of the week by what philosophical school i identify with on them

monday: existentialism. i feel the slightest sense of dread as i am confronted with an incomprehensible world. i question my being and the meaning of the universe around me. am i living authentically? have i given a purpose to an otherwise confused and structureless existence? i eat a bowl of frosted flakes and stare into the void.

tuesday: academic skepticism. none of my impressions in this world are true, though some of my early morning observations (whether or not it is a cold or warm morning; whether or not i will get stuck behind a school bus on my way to campus; whether or not the universe is comprehensible) have relatively high probabilities of being correct. i cannot obtain true knowledge but i can get close to it if the perceptions around me are convincing enough, i try to persuade myself as i read 50 pages on complexity of meaning in tibullan pastoral poetry.

wednesday: nihilism. nothing has meaning and my existence ultimately has no bearing upon this world. whether or not i write my papers will not alter the state of the universe. bolstered by my newfound lack of purpose, i escape yet another hump day mental breakdown.

thursday: absurdism. in a fit of misguided academic panic fueled by excessive caffeine consumption, i attempt once again to find meaning in my existence and the work that i do. when my caffeine rush comes down, i realize that such a task is futile and settle back down. i can grasp the meaning in human existence about as well as i can grasp the sense of an article i am attempting to read in german; which is to say, not at all, and i am okay with that.

friday: epicureanism. the future looks bright. i realize that i am confined to but a brief pinprick of life in the vast timeline of existence and that once i die, i will dissolve back into the world, so i might as well enjoy the time that i have. for a good epicurean, this would mean the quiet contemplation of nature and the charming conversation of friends. as i am not a good epicurean, i spend my time drinking cheap gin and getting into arguments on tumblr dot com.

saturday: neoplatonism. i am one with the world, and this is the good. within each of us is a universe, and i am at peace with mine. i drink four coffees and project onto the astral plane.

sunday: stoicism. i am faced with the knowledge that tomorrow begins yet again the cycle of misery and dread which permeates each weekday. valiantly, i summon my will to continue on with as sunny of a disposition as i can. i convince myself that knowledge can perhaps be obtained through a virtuous life and an acceptance of suffering. i check my grades and weep only once.

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Marc Fishman - La belle dame sans merci

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“if you can’t brush your teeth that’s fine uwu one step at a time” posts are supportive and that’s great but I’m about to have a 4.4k$ dental bill because I wasn’t taking care of my teeth when I was super depressed so uhh brush your fuckin teeth

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Sometimes it blows my mind that there are people that don’t wear glasses/contacts. Like they can literally see with no aid. Like they wake up and just be out here seeing. What a wild concept.

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Music is life.

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Bonsai apple tree growing a full-sized apple.

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by Jan Van Oost

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no i dont make sense so stop asking

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In the woods (pixel version)

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𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟹, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

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Anaïs Nin, Fire: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937

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Untitled by Nastya Kaletkina

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Untitled by Noell Oszvald

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Queen shit