I'm a philosophy student that tends to post about really serious things unseriously and about really unserious things seriously.

I was once described as a "beautiful, intelligent iguana".

 

That’s what I do: I make coffee and occasionally succumb to suicidal nihilism. But you shouldn’t worry — poetry is still first. Cigarettes and alcohol follow.

kyaryarchy:

Believe me when I say that this is for your own good: if you’re sleeping with me it’s because you made a series of very bad decisions, probably from a place of little self worth or from some kind of slump, and you would do yourself the favor of realizing this slump and getting out of it without having to go through me to get there.

voicesofmiddleearth:

familienmenschgruseligeteigwaren:

joyceanfartboner:

veganmeth:

veganmeth:

let’s play a game called type your name and add “the hedgehog” after it and post what comes up

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“Girls are not my Thing Man”

When you feel perpetually unmotivated, you start questioning your existence in an unhealthy way; everything becomes a pseudo intellectual question you have no interest in responding whatsoever. This whole process becomes your very skin and it does not merely affect you; it actually defines you. So, you see yourself as a shadowy figure unworthy of developing interest, unworthy of wondering about the world - profoundly unworthy in every sense and deeply absent in your very presence.

Ingmar Bergman  (via corpseroads)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)