Existential Crisis Socks
Description: Finally, the shirt that just comes out and says it. "Nothing Is Real." is the most devastatingly calm, perfectly punctuated existential crisis ever printed on a white tee — delivered in bold retro groovy typography with a period so final it somehow makes the whole thing even funnier.
Description: I can feel so defeated sometimes. I've worked really had to build up these self care skills, and they *do* help, but also the scale of scary things right now feels completely out of whack with the scale of my coping mechanisms. EVEN SO I know that getting the rest I need can only help. . Get some rest, bestie. You'll still be exhausted by the onslaught of daily traumas, including a country gleefully recreating nazi germany and disappearing our neighbors and also the financial crisis of student loans you won't ever be able to repay. But, you know, quality sleep might help you feel a little bit better. #emotionalbirds
Description: Denis Diderot: What is this world? A complex whole, subject to endless revolutions. All these revolutions show a continual tendency to destruction; a swift succession of beings who follow one another, press forward, and vanish; a fleeting symmetry; the order of a moment. I reproached you just now with estimating the perfection of things by your own capacity; and I might accuse you here of measuring its duration by the length of your own days. You judge of the continuous existence of the world, as an ephemeral insect might judge of yours. The world is eternal for you, as you are eternal to the being that lives but for one instant. Yet the insect is the more reasonable of the two...
Description: Lou Andreas-Salomé quote: Our first experience is, remarkably, of loss. A moment ago we still were everything, undivided; all other existence was indivisible from us. Then we were thrust into being born. We became a residual part of everything, a part which had to strive from then on not to fall into further diminution, which had to assert itself against a contrary world rising ever wider against it, a world into which it had fallen from completeness into an initially depriving emptiness.
