that terrifying feeling when you are finishing a book and THERE AREN’T ENOUGH PAGES LEFT FOR ALL OF THE THINGS THAT NEED TO HAPPEN.
imagine a milkshake place called “shakesperience” where all the milkshake flavours are named after puns of shakespeare plays
- Rolo and Juliet
- Mars Ado About Nothing
- Antonutella and Cleopatra
- Merchocolate of Venice
- Two Gentlemint of Verona
- Richerry III
It would bringeth all the gentlemen to the yard.
My life is basically a convoluted storyline in a slightly mediocre novel.
im an atheist because i think that science is wonderful and reality itself is so mysterious and wonderful that there is no need to believe in a god
but if a philosophy and a belief system makes you appreciate life and makes you happy and you arent hurting anyone with it
then god damn no one should be a shit to you about it