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cait-hickey:

halfpricehorsemask:

Spice up your work day!

Oh hey, It’s suicidalswan on any given day of the week.!!

Pretty much.

"I despise the kind of book that tells you … how to make yourself happy! The first duty of philosophy is making you understand what deep shit you are in."
Slavoj Žižek (via blackestdespondency)
I should really be reading Hume’s An Enquiry Concerning Human Understanding, but today I decided to spend the afternoon acquiring the above distractions. In other, unrelated news, all the residents in my student halls have had to move out for a fortnight because it was discovered that there may be Legionnaires’ disease in the water. I shit you not.

I should really be reading Hume’s An Enquiry Concerning Human Understanding, but today I decided to spend the afternoon acquiring the above distractions.

In other, unrelated news, all the residents in my student halls have had to move out for a fortnight because it was discovered that there may be Legionnaires’ disease in the water. I shit you not.

So another friend of mine drew me this awesome picture. Jesus Christ, I have some lovely/awesome friends.

So another friend of mine drew me this awesome picture. Jesus Christ, I have some lovely/awesome friends.

A friend of mine, whose blog can be found here, drew this for me, and holy fucking shit, it’s awesome. It’s also a wonderful addition to my wall.

A friend of mine, whose blog can be found here, drew this for me, and holy fucking shit, it’s awesome. It’s also a wonderful addition to my wall.

I do wonder how many packs of cigarettes Camus got through a day because it seems as though he’s smoking in most of the pictures of him.

My thoughts return to you, Tumblr

If there exist such people that pay any sort of regular attention to this blog, then they’ll have noticed that it has been void of any original content as of late. The reason for this is that any potential post topic which comes to mind almost instantly seems banal as soon as I’m greeted with the blank text post window. Now, I try to keep this blog’s content of relative interest (how successful I am in such an endeavor I shall leave up to you), but as I said, to click on the new text post link is, as of late, to instantly make any thoughts I had intended on sharing seem insipid.

With this in mind, lately I have found that my use of social media has been reduced to mindlessly reblogging pictures of pretty shit on my side blog and making inane tweets (here’s my Twitter in case you’re insane enough to have a gander, even after my self-deprecating description which aren’t put through any kind of mental quality control filter.

Further,even though there are things happening in my life, I often find myself sat in my room harbouring the idea that there is nothing happening in my life. When asked the oh-so-common question “How are you doing?” I often find myself fighting back the urge to respond with “Existing”. Instead, I usually find myself picking from an array of responses, all of which involve the term “tired”. And I that’s a true response in a couple of ways; not only am I physically tired, I’m tired of simply existing.

However, with that said, I do often find myself enjoying life. But give me a sleepless night and a keyboard, and the above is what spawns.

fohk:

"Personality, I mean that’s what counts, right? That’s what keeps a relationship going through the years. Like heroin, I mean heroin’s got a great fucking personality"
Trainspotting (1996)Danny Boyle

fohk:

"Personality, I mean that’s what counts, right? That’s what keeps a relationship going through the years. Like heroin, I mean heroin’s got a great fucking personality"

Trainspotting (1996)
Danny Boyle

madamedechevre replied to your post “Yesterday afternoon, I submitted my final essay of my first year at…”

yay you made it!

Not quite. I still have a few exams, which total 60% of this year’s grades.

Yesterday afternoon, I submitted my final essay of my first year at university. I am now faced with a month of simply existing, with the vague thought of revising surfacing at the front of my mind on occasion.

epistemologicalfallacy:

Freud was Austrian….

madamedechevre replied to your photo “I went to Camden today and found this gem for a grand total of £5. :)…”

what is it about?? i’ve never even heard of it.

It’s Camus final novel. He didn’t manage to finish it before he died in a car crash on 4th January, 1960. The unfinished novel, which is a autobiographical novel set in Camus’ home country of Algeria,  was recovered from the car wreckage I believe.

Actually, I’m fairly sure I’ve heard that story more times than I can count.

Actually, I’m fairly sure I’ve heard that story more times than I can count.