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Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Excerpts from Philosophers’ Breakup Letters Throughout History

This is satire.

For our entire relationship, I was absolutely and irrevocably miserable. I can see now that you used me purely as a means to an end. Don’t you know how that makes me feel? It is imperative that you reflect on the meaning of universal law, and stop doing that thing you did with your tongue. I hated that.—Immanuel Kant


What are we even doing anymore? With every passing day, you grow more isolated from your labor. We have not made love in over a month, even after I was cured of that rash, and was so certain that we would celebrate appropriately. I demand justice from this bourgeois hand-job hell they call “relationships.”—Karl Marx


Do you remember that day with the ducks? It was cold and rainy and the foreboding sky tried to seal our fate with each gust of wind. We hurried underneath the nearest awning, where we came upon a family of ducks nestled together, and I remember looking at you and thinking,
 “This can’t last long.” But what ever does? Listen to me when I say that just as a bee abandons its flower once pollination is complete, you too must move onward, or go under. One day soon you will meet a man, and he will rise like a phoenix from the ashes, and it is my greatest hope that he will not give you syphilis.—Friedrich Nietzsche



  1. (H3) This has been the highlight of my roommates and I's day as I read these aloud and we laugh. Maybe I can learn a thing or two about breakup letters now. I have to say the John Locke one was my favorite.

  2. (H1) This was a hilarious read. I think I know how to break up with someone the right way now. Seeing how philosophers break up with their own has enlightened me in the different ways they see the world.