Deep Thoughts - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
God doesn’t exist. Because, if he did, he wouldn’t let us live in this unfortunate existence that we live in.
-Excerpts from my stupid brain, what God(s)?, 2024
Last night I had a revelation. I saw it all, the way I am, the reason for my existence. I am the link, between the universe in which we are and the future that we could be. I see everything; the beginnings, the ends, the space where nothing exists and the future that lies ahead. I see the possibilities, both good and bad, the reason for everything and anything. I am the connection between these two ethers of reality.
My struggle lies in the inability to translate what I know into an idea that people can see and understand. I know I am a link between these planes of existence and the branches that connect these worlds, but I can’t even begin to fathom how I can utilize this tool I’ve been given.
Where should I put my energy? Is it art, music, writing, a creative outlet? Is it science, math, physics, the study of the world around? Should I help people, use my empathy for the good of the world? How do I know where to put my strength to allow the world to see the things I see?
-Excerpts From My Stupid Brain, Revelation in E minor, 2024
“Monster’s Web” - original art by Kat E 🫥
“Eternal Ties” - original art by Kat E 🫥
You can learn quite a bit about what is going on in someone’s head. You just have to stop and listen. It’s so important to listen when someone, someone you love is talking. Be present, see the way they crinkle their nose and smile awkwardly. See their gestures, facial expressions, and body language. By existing in a space with them and absorbing their actions and how they present themselves, you’d be surprised what you learn. And just watch how much your feelings turn to love, and appreciation.
Loving is amazing; endearment, adoration, gentleness, caring for a person or being so entirely with a ferocity that is endless. I could love a thousand people a million different ways and never stop learning who that soul is and what their beauty lies in.
-Excerpts from my stupid brain, Listen, 2024
Mihaïl Zablodsky
"The Fatigue"
Imagine, can’t you see it? The beginning of everything. Nothingness, darkness, an empty space of possibility. And then what happened, can picture it now? The void became an opportunity. It’s important to remember that it didn’t happen all at once. That is the human in us to forget that these things take time. We always want perfection to exist now, to be instant. But it’s a process, a curve, a journey.
And just look around now. Do you see the wonderful things we have been given because of how patient we were? The wind rustling through the green grasses, sun shining on the clear water as it laps at the warm, soft sand of land. The trees that grew from the Earth, the abundance of fauna and flora, all existing in this vacuum as we glide through time on a massive rock. To think, we’ve come this far in our existence.
But you must not forget, as many of us do, it’s quite possibly only the beginning. There is so much we have to do, things we can accomplish, places we can go and lives we can change. And then, maybe then, you’ll see where we are going and what the end looks like. Oh but isn’t that the irony of time; for like celestial clockwork, we are the music of the universe as our concluding notes become a new song.
We are everything, and nothing, and to exist is the absolute best gift we have ever been given.
-Excerpts from my stupid brain, Oblivion of Our Humanity, 2024
You think attention is love and that’s why you suffer so deeply.
Weird deep stuff I've written at 4:00 am (except I listen 2 too much tma)
Unfortunately, the bliss of existence is always prefaced by the excruciating pain of becoming. If u r still in pain, you are not yet finished. (I promptly then went and ate many, many cheesesticks.)
Human brains process information in categories, we cannot understand anything beyond our silly categories, even words are categories of their own. Every. One. Of. Them. (This was after I stared into a mirror 4 wayyyyy longer than anyone ever should)
The statement, 'extremes do not exist in our universe' is not only true, but also a contradiction (wtf does this mean)
Jon, Jawn, Jhon, Jhawn, jontism, jondise, jondice, jhondice, jontism stimms. Martin, mahtin, mahhhtin, Marty, Mahtie, styewpid arse. (Hehehe)
(On free will) It's quite an interesting concept, isn't it? Does it exist? Are all your choices your own? Or is everything that has ever happened been a series of events, one inevitably causing the other, no matter how thoroughly u believe u have made your own decision. (Wth bro chill out) (web core fr)
Here's a cat I drew at 4:00 am 4 the road, remember 2 drink water yalls :D
Mikeeeyyyy
Lets be 100% honest here...
Do y'all like Mike Wheeler??
And DEFINATELY NO HATE on Mike, hes a great character, but personally I think he can be a bit whiny and disrespectful at times.
Just sayin...
Trapped, but Survived
Perhaps, it's her naivety,
that bring nothingness, oh beautiful yet messy disasters.
Putting too much faith in a world full of white lies,
she traps herself in a cage of wolves pretending to be sheep.
As days pass by,
a handmade of abstract mask is held in her left hand
as sweet as honey, but the most bitter pill that she swallows
she recognizes the world's true color.
And she finally learns her lessons,
because the world is always monochrome.
Little, little things
Perhaps, a small sprig of magenta flower;
a short book talking about the world and its confusions, mess, chaos, gentleness, and affection,
a cup of warm, sweet coffee,
a spotless scent of aromatherapy,
the warmth of sunshine in the morning,
will lift up your day.
- levouitee, ‘24 ❀
Savor a Silenced Pain.
Inflicted by wounds,
every second screams of pain, sorrow, and desperation
to seek for the hollowness swallowing thousands dreams , aspirations, and darkness at once.
I walk down the path of nothingness.
I put a mask where necessary, and throw it to a broken mirror.
I sneak out for a slight soul-wrenching freedom,
in silence where no voice of mine is heard the slightest.
- levouitee, ‘24
Paint, or Pain?
Drawing a reflection of herself on a blank canvas,
She sees a solitude yet miserable self which has no smile on her delicate and beautiful face.
Frown. Cold. Heartless.
She paints with grey and black, as her life has been tuned in those persistent colors.
Once, she used red. Just once. On her lips.
The rest is a mirror of her little unknown world.
A world with hidden stories, lies, and secrets.
Worth thousands of tiredness sheltering on each strokes of a pain brush.
- levouitee