22. Med student. Mostly into philosophy and hopefully a future psychiatrist.


Brainstorm...

22. Med student. Mostly into philosophy and hopefully a future psychiatrist.


"I can remember being young and feeling a thing and identifying it as homesickness, and then thinking well now that’s odd, isn’t it, because I was home, all the time. What on earth are we to make of that?"
The Broom of the System, David Foster Wallace (via wordsinliterature)

(via requiemforthepast)



"And all this ceaseless labor—to what end? Merely to entomb oneself deeper and deeper in silence, it seems, so deep that one can never be dragged out of it again by anybody."
Franz Kafka, Investigations of a Dog  (via kafkaesque-world)

(Source: intellectual-poaching, via kafkaesque-world)



"All goes back to the earth,
and so I do not desire
pride of excess or power,
but the contentments made
by men who have had little:
the fisherman’s silence
receiving the river’s grace,
the gardener’s musing on rows.
I lack the peace of simple things.
I am never wholly in place.
I find no peace or grace.
We sell the world to buy fire,
our way lighted by burning men,
and that has bent my mind
and made me think of darkness
and wish for the dumb life of roots."
Wendell Berry, “The Want of Peace” (via litverve)


"You can’t say “I don’t do politics”, because silence is a political statement."
Tariq Ramadan (via uniteforpalestine)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)



"You ask yourself: where are your dreams now? And you shake your head and say how swiftly the years fly by! And ask yourself again: what have you done with your best years, then? Where have you buried the best days of your life? Have you lived or not? Look, you tell yourself, look how cold the world is becoming. The years will pass and after them will come grim loneliness, and old age, quaking on its stick, and after them misery and despair. Your fantasy world will grow pale, your dreams will fade and die, falling away like the yellow leaves from the trees …"
Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights (via alcools)

(Source: dubbelliefde, via dostoyevsky)



"You are so good. So good, you’re always feeling so much. And sometimes it feels like you’re gonna bust wide open from all the feeling, don’t it? People like you are the best in the world, but you sure do suffer for it."
Silas House, This is My Heart for You  (via versteur)

(via requiemforthepast)



"Existence is worthless, […] and nihilism is … the unavoidable corollary of the realist conviction that there is a mind-independent reality, which, despite the presumptions of human narcissism, is indifferent to our existence and oblivious to the ‘values’ and ‘meanings’ which we drape over it in order to make it more hospitable.

The disenchantment of the world deserves to be celebrated as an achievement of intellectual maturity, not bewailed as a debilitating impoverishment."

Ray Brassier, Nihil Unbound  

(via becoming-vverevvolf)

(Source: poeticsofdeath, via fuckyeahexistentialism)



"But I do not wish to escape to myself, I wish to escape from myself. I wish to obliterate my consciousness and my knowledge of independent existence, my guilts, my secretiveness, what you would (perhaps unkindly) call my “hypocrisy”. I am no child of nature, I am ugly and imperfect to myself, and I cannot through poetry or romantic visions exalt myself to symbolic glory."
Allen Ginsberg, from a letter to Jack Kerouac (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via requiemforthepast)



"The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves."
Alan Watts  (via petrichour)

(Source: seabois, via requiemforthepast)



"I’m sitting here thinking of all the things I wanted to apologize to you for. All the pain we caused each other. Everything I put on you. Everything I needed you to be or needed you to say. I’m sorry for that. I’ll always love you because we grew up together. You helped make me who I am. I just wanted you to know, there will be a piece of you in me always. And I’m grateful for that. Whatever someone you become and wherever you are in the world, I’m sending you love. You’re my friend to the end."
Her (2013)

(Source: feellng, via requiemforthepast)



"What’s the good of sacrificing yourself to the idea you want people to have of you?"
Albert Camus, from The Fall (via violentwavesofemotion)

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