that the U.S. Government defaults August 2nd, just because that way I could give up working towards a comfortable lifestyle because all would be foresaken into a chaotic downward spiral anyway.
I could essentially do whatever I wish because none of it would matter. Well, I guess one could say none of it matters now; so I guess it would just matter less.
I’m juss sayin, I could just be a crazy motherfucker for the rest of my life.
The Secretary (who represents death) responding to The Plague commanding her to kill Diego after he agrees to trade his life for Victoria’s and the freedom of Cadiz.
Third Part of L’état de siège (State of Siege) by Albert Camus
(Source: quote-book, via fuckyeahexistentialism)
Leif Erikson | Interpol
Well if my life is such a big joke, why should I care?”
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Träumen.—Man träumt gar nicht, oder interessant.—Man muss lernen, ebenso zu wachen:—gar nicht, oder interessant.
Dreams.—We have no dreams at all or interesting ones. We should learn to be awake the same way—not at all or in an interesting manner.
(via fuckyeahexistentialism)
He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee.
Beyond Good and Evil, Aphorism 146.
(by Natasha King)
The irresponsive silence of the land,
The irresponsive sounding of the sea
Speak both one message of one sense to me:–
Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand
Thou too aloof bound with the flawless band
Of inner solitude; we bind not thee;
But who from thy self-chain shall set thee free?
What heart shall touch thy heart? what hand thy hand?–
And I am sometimes proud and sometimes meek,
And sometimes I remember days of old
When fellowship seemed not so far to seek
And all the world and I seemed much less cold,
And at the rainbow’s foot lay surely gold,
And hope felt strong and life itself not weak.
Thus am I mine own prison. Everything
Around me free and sunny and at ease:
Or if in shadow, in a shade of trees
Which the sun kisses, where the gay birds sing
And where all winds make various murmuring;
Where bees are found, with honey for the bees;
Where sounds are music, and where silences
Are music of an unlike fashioning.
Then gaze I at the merrymaking crew,
And smile a moment and a moment sigh
Thinking: Why can I not rejoice with you?
But soon I put the foolish fancy by:
I am not what I have nor what I do;
But what I was I am, I am even I…
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