existential crises
Its the tragedy of life i say, it's humans that make you inhuman and humans that make you human again. Only sex is responsible for our sanity now because we all know that we're sweating in the water here and all our toil is in vain because the bigger fucking picture is simply and entirely indifferent to us. I mean fuck, even my imaginery friend is having an existential crisis.
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i recommend a stiff diet of pessoa, rilke, kafka...read at least a page of each and don't let me ever catch you using the word "existential crisis" in a piece of writing again.
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