a magician asks you to pick a card - any card, in fact. you do. they ask you to put the card back in the pack - anywhere in the pack, in fact. you do. they walk away. ten years later, your wife gives birth to the six of clubs. “is this your card?” the midwife asks, in a familiar voice.
what the fuck
Why is pizza a circle but the box a square and the slices triangles and my soul a bottomless pit of pain and despair?
All I want in life is for someone to sit on the front porch with me and watch thunderstorms.
Riot Fest looks so good this year buT I’M GOING TO BE AWAY AT COLLEGE GOD DAMMIT
Wow, thank you very much!!