#literature and philosophy

[lenainwonderland]

- Vladimir Nabokov

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

– Oscar Wilde

[blvvdk3ep]

I love you people going into "useless" fields I love you classics majors I love you cultural studies majors I love you comparative literature majors I love you film studies majors I love you near eastern religions majors I love you Greek, Latin, and Hebrew majors I love you ethnic studies I love you people going into any and all small field that isn't considered lucrative in our rotting capitalist society please never stop keeping the sacred flame of knowledge for the sake of knowledge and understanding humanity and not merely for the sake of money alive

[theoptia]

Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27

Text ID: I observe how much I have matured since last year despite my belief that I was losing myself, how something strong was born from the painful experiences survived and from the numerous minutes that I believed were wasted.

[poempoetryandmore]

[lucidloving]

D. Alan Holmes, Enlightenment // Signet Amenti // @cryptonature // Alan Wilsom Watts // Evan M. Cohen, "Oceans" // Nikita Gill // @pauladoodles // Julian Gough, "Minecraft End Poem" // Sleeping At Last—Saturn

[mysticpolin]

[nicholasandriani]

I fear there are too many realities.– John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley

I find myself seated at the Broadway Cafe, a quaint little spot that holds memories of countless musings and encounters with the written word. As I sip my Jasmine, the bustling streets of Kansas City pass by in a whirlwind of colors and stories. John Steinbeck’s words echo in my mind: “I fear there are too many realities.” [Steinbeck, Travels with Charley] His statement, a sentiment so…

[joytri]

to live. to live forever.

[nothingbizzare]

Little sunflower

[lenainwonderland]

- Sylvia Plath

[y2kaee]

"I was looked at,

but I wasn't seen."

Albert Camus, The misunderstanding.

[enesl]

it hurts to bleed but it hurts more to know who's made the cut

[theoptia]

Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27

Text ID: my solitude is an intoxication: I am, I'm in control, I love myself, and I scorn everything else.

[poempoetryandmore]