Wednesday, November 23, 2016

A Barren, Sterile Existence That Ends When We Die.

*watching Big Bang Theory; Raj, Howard and Bernadette are listening to the baby's heartbeat. We are both creeped out* 

[John:] I promise I will never make a person grow inside of you. 
[Me:] Good. The only thing I want growing inside of me is more loathing. 
[John:] I don't think there's room for anymore of that in you.

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