Dopeness on the Coast.

Dopeness on the Coast.

Trevor. 1988.
Existentialism/Absurdism.
Damned, doomed, but not done.

Celeste

Celeste

"

You stayed in your bedroom for weeks writing essays to your dead uncle, your Grandma, the son and daughter you didn’t have. Outside of that bedroom, and outside of your writing life, you’d fully become a liar unafraid to say I love you, too willing to say I’m sorry, unwilling to change the ingredients of your life, which meant you you’d gobbled up your heart and you were halfway done gobbling up the heart of a woman who loved you.

You’d become typical.

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You Are The Second Person by Kiese Laymon

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 s a k u r a

Stunning and ephemeral, in Japan cherry blossoms make a brief appearance each spring. Their extreme beauty and quick death serve as a potent reminder that life is beautiful but fleeting.

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"Man, I don’t know anything. I have these thoughts where i think I know maybe something, like day-to-day stuff ya know - math, music, jokes, history, empathy - but every few months or so I remember that I can’t even trust my senses. My eyes only show me a fraction of what’s available. My ears, the same. My smell and taste change when I’m sick, so how can I depend on something that inconsistent? And touch - when my leg falls asleep, I can’t feel it when I pinch it, but I know it’s still there… being pinched. Man, I don’t know anything. My memories are fragmented, I only remember what I paid attention to at the time. It’s like watching one of those movies that detail a story from 5 different perspectives, only I just get to live through one of them, never knowing what was going on with the others. It’s like going home right when the game goes into overtime. The teams are tied, exactly how they were when the clock started. Nothing’s changed, only now they are tired and sweaty. Yeah, it’s like going home right when the game goes into overtime. Entertained for an hour and I don’t care which team wins. Man, I know I don’t know anything. And that’s why I sleep well at night."

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Classless.: Knowledge 

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"Madness, mayhem, erotic vandalism, devastation of innumerable souls - while we scream and perish, History licks a finger and turns the page."

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Thomas Ligotti

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becausehardcore:

Converge

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Converge

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There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting. Consider this utterly commonplace situation: a man is walking down the street. At a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically he slows down. Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still too close to him in time.

In existential mathematics, that experience takes the form of two basic equations: the degree of slowness is directly proportion to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting.

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Milan Kundera, from Slowness (HarperCollins, 1996)

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hitfix:

Today is the 10th Anniversary of the this magical moment  

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hitfix:

Today is the 10th Anniversary of the this magical moment  

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L’avventura (Michelangelo Antonioni, 1960)

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L’avventura (Michelangelo Antonioni, 1960)

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"The most intimate reactions of human beings have been so thoroughly reified that the idea of anything specific to themselves now persists only as an utterly abstract notion: personality scarcely signifies anything more than shining white teeth and freedom from body odour and emotions. The triumph of advertising in the culture industry is that consumers feel compelled to buy and use its products even though they see through them."

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Theodor Adorno, The Culture Industry: Enlightenment as Mass Deception (via fuckyeahexistentialism)