Nothingness - Tumblr Posts

The concept of nothingness is not just some feeble joke, unlike how some users portray it as.

One day, you’re living life as how you expect. There is not a single thing off, or any disturbance to be spent on. You would never think to worry about a terrible fate being bestowed upon you. You’re caught up in the middle of an ultimately meaningless task, the one concept every humanoid loves, no matter how they were made by The Maker; their sculpt of the body, mind, and soul is irrelevant.

You may even be participating in the reproductive parts’ exclusive ability to masturbate, or as some say, jacking off. As you cum thinking of what aids you in stimulating your private parts for that unique purpose, something is wrong.

You begin to notice that everything around you, everything that you once knew, is now completely gone; it was like a good song that has finally ended. A truly beautiful song at that. The world was no more. Could this be it? Are you no longer trapped in the mortal plane and can go beyond?

“Oh, fuck,” you think to yourself as you realize your fate.

But it’s too late now. This is it, you have been consumed by nothingness. It’s all over now. You are dead.

just imagined nothing

HEY. FOLLOWERS. IF YOU ARE OUT THERE.

Who are you?

Not in an ohmygod, who /are/ you way, but in a who are you cause i get this feeling that you're awesome cause i'm following most of you anyways but who are you? kind of way.

So you should super tell me something about you. It can be your name, it can be your pet, it can be your favorite president (whether or not it's Theodore Broosevelt), it can be something you legitimately want to tell me or it can be something you just happen to feel like saying. Anonymous is (slightly less) chill too.

I was tired of being in the shadow of another.

Tired of paying for the crimes of another

Accused.

Tired of him berating every single thing that made me happy. That made me feel something.

Something other than feeling panic or numb

A laugh escaped my lips as I scrolled. He scoffed, “ that’s so fucking stupid. I can’t believe people do that shit. What the hell.”

Instant shut down. The smile was gone. That little spark blown away. So I scrolled away, turned off the phone and stayed silent.

Numb.

Countless times something or someone made me happy. Only for him to come knocking it down like a Jenga tower.

Now I’m left to rebuild the pieces, only for him to come another day.

I hardly feel anything.

I am just so fucking empty.

i have so many wips to finish but so little motivation, what to do what to do tsk tsk

ps it is 3 in the morning which is usually when my giant gigachad intergalactic intellectual ivy league nasa brain finds motivation for writing but i got nothin