Give Me The Old-school Love. Write Me Letters. Leave Me Random Notes. Kiss My Hands. Slow Dance With

bitches be like “this is the best piece of literature i have ever read” and it’s either a book that took them six weeks to finish or a fanfic they read at 3 AM

physically im here but mentally im in the vegas chapter of the goldfinch

if you see me irl and im not serving moritz stiefel hand me the gun

what’s your opinion on nihilism

Baby's first atheistic philosophy. Built for edgy teens who had their first introspective thought a week ago. The problem is, people use the term nihilism to justify being lazy with their own beliefs - that's why u get a lotta dummies claiming they're nihilist, despite doing zero research on what it actually means to practice that philosophy (which is a lot more neutral on things than pessimistic)

Just because you gave up believing in a religion doesn't mean that you should simply stop growing either. The "I don't believe in God"-part of your worldview is the least interesting part, and it's not the finish line, that's the fucking start. Now you gotta figure out WHY things matter -- despite God, despite 'floating on a rock in the middle of nothingness' -- that's when you've put in enough effort to reflect on yourself, and not a moment before.

I think there are far more constructive philosophies out there that explore how life really operates besides nihilism. Just because we're 'floating on a speck' doesn't means shit, it's not like you nor I in our day-to-day lives can even recognize that we're floating on a speck, so it naturally doesn't matter to our daily lives, our cultures, our ethics, or anything, really.

was it casual when i went to every universe because i knew you were the only one who could save me from myself.

did you really break your homosexual situationship if you didnt immediately become the next jesus christ or a dictator afterwards?

i hate when songs are like 2 minutes and 46 seconds long. bro where are you going i was just getting to know you

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ I'm down in my doomsday blues ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

I feel like my soul will collapse every time i think about the goldfinch. to have that kind of love?? across the years? unacknowledged yet heavy in memory? to be someone’s beloved? 

i know I'm romanticising the part of the story i latched on to rather than focusing on the larger theme of addiction and obsession, but there was something just so raw about the goldfinch. Some people think complex language and ornate descriptions are inauthentic, but for me, they represent the unknowable-ness, the exhaustion, the overwhelmed, adoring mind.