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
replaying the same level in a video game for the hundredth time
if you’re gonna unfollow me you’ll have to go throughthe perfume department
when kids knead two colors of clay together and screw everything up
“Life’s too short to drink crappy coffee and cry over boys who don’t care.”
— Matty Healy (The 1975)