two deer walk out of a gay bar, one turns to the other and says “man, i can’t believe i blew thirty bucks in there”.
the mistake ppl make is thinking that this life is all about humans, it isn’t. we r just tiny little creatures ruled by clocks, running all over earths surface being bad guests. we need 2 tread lightly and love a lot, and not get caught up in what does not matter
Sunday nights are the worst you go to bed with that horrifying feeling of impending doom like “I’ve got a whole fucking week ahead”