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.
Emmanuel Hudson distributing life
This ruined me.
im so angry the next generations will probably have virtual reality and alien contact and we have republicans and windows 8
11 reasons why I love 11 - No. 2 reason - His pirouette
i tried to scroll past but i couldn’t
My grandma would always x out people in her yearbook and write “Deceased” when one of her high school classmates died. We often found it morbid. Grandma wanted to be the last one living. She wanted to win.
That’s not a yearbook.
That’s a hit list.