kant seems the type to unironically drink hot dr pepper

A fuzzy me doing finger guns as I graduate my philosophy bachelor’s. My Nietzsche professor looks on confused [top right] . What a 4 years. Honestly wot. Dat ol’ mental health held me back to my initial end, an extra year to complete, I chose; and goddamned motherfuck: I conquered, I overcame that shite. Although I tried– I did not cease my self, my potential,,, I overcame, I became, i fucking am! #biiiiitch

my weedman is a sweetie and puts motivational quotes on the pots, petition to rename socrates granddaddy purple

don’t judge 

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ever since that fuckin ‘kafka’s metamorphosis is a cookbook’ thing i have this running joke where ever my professor picks up a book hes talk about and is like ‘so what is this book? its an inquiry into the phenomenology of sleep’ or something, everytime he says ‘so what is this book?’ in my head im like ‘its a cookbook’ and JJKSKJJK were studying french structuralism and he just fucking picked up levi-strauss’ book ‘raw and cooked’ and lo and fukin behold its like a goddamned cookbook im losing my shit

fave fukin response via albert camus dank meme stash