"And it was true, I had always realised that: I hadn’t any right to exist. I had appeared by chance, I existed like a stone, a plant, a microbe. My life grew in a haphazard way and in all directions. Sometimes it sent me vague signals; at other times I could feel nothing but an inconsequential buzzing."
Nausea - John Paul Sartre
"Death (or its allusion) makes men precious and pathetic. They are moving because of their phantom condition; every act they execute may be their last; there is not a face that is not on the verge of dissolving like a face in a dream."
"The Immortal" by Jorge Luis Borges
"Facilis descensus Averno;
Noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis;
Sed revocare gradum superasque evadere ad auras,
Hoc opus, hic labor est."
Virgil, The Aeneid (Book VI Lines 126-129)
do not fix your dark circles let the world know youre tired of its shit and ready to kill a man
A door just opened on a street—
I, lost, was passing by—
An instant’s width of warmth disclosed
And wealth, and company.
The door as sudden shut, and I,
I, lost, was passing by,—
Lost doubly, but by contrast most,
A Door Just Opened on a Street - Emily Dickinson
"And you read your Emily Dickinson,
And I my Robert Frost,
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what we’ve lost."
The Dangling Conversation - Simon & Garfunkel