1. fuckyeahexistentialism:

    Woody Allen on dating

    Allen: That’s quite a lovely Jackson Pollock, isn’t it?
    Woman: Yes, it is.
    Allen: What does it say to you?
    Woman: It restates the negativeness of the universe. The hideous lonely emptiness of existence. Nothingness. The predicament of man forced to live in a barren, godless eternity like a tiny flame flickering in an immense void with nothing but waste, horror, and degradation, forming a useless, bleak straitjacket in a black, absurd cosmos.
    Allen: What are you doing Saturday night?
    Woman: Committing suicide.
    Allen: What about Friday night?

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  2. an old house i found in Israel, across the street from where my family lives in Jerusalem

    an old house i found in Israel, across the street from where my family lives in Jerusalem

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  3. i’m just another person with a face who gets bored waiting to leave my house, resulting in photbooth selfies

    i’m just another person with a face who gets bored waiting to leave my house, resulting in photbooth selfies

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  4. i wonder what conor oberst would say if i asked him to marry me. maybe he would write a beautiful song about it/me and then i could be happy forever and never be sad again

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  5. Finally home and leaving tomorrow to be a camp counselor. Hopefully these kids don’t hate me as much as I hate myself. Ha ha, that’s not funny.

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  6. (via passiveobservers)

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  7. I don’t like when strangers try to tell me what to do. Especially in a language I don’t speak. Shut up lady, I’ll jay-walk if I want to, and I know exactly what I’m doing. Don’t tell me how to live my life.

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  8. (via bunearly)

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  9. If I were to be totally sincere, I would say that I do not know why I live and why I do not stop living. The answer probably lies in the irrational character of life which maintains itself without reason.
    Emil CioranOn the Heights of Despair (via hate-wizard)

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