they say every cigarette you smoke reduces your life by seven minutes and everybody just assumes that means seven minutes from the end of your life, but what if every cigarette i smoke makes seven minutes of me as a baby disappear from the space time continuum
£60 is hilarious for a hoody, man. But it is nice. I’ll begrudgingly part with my £25 for the telecaster tee.
Holy shit, I hadn’t seen that it was 60 quid. I just thought it would be 35 like in previous years (which is still ridiculous) But yeah, that’s never gonna happen… Wouldn’t want to spend the same amount as the tickets on a hoody…
When I was in high school, I liked to pretend that I was a Russian foreign exchange student. I would do things like go into a pizza restaurant and tell them I’d never had pizza before, and they’d bring me into the kitchen and show me how to make an American pizza. It’s really fun. People relate to you totally differently, and show you a side to themselves that you never see in your regular voice. So I guess the short answer is just “By fucking around.
Dedicates half a chapter to legs shaving, kills Finnick in half a sentence.
Isn’t that how life is, though? We can waste countless minutes stressing and focusing our attention on meaningless things while in an infinitesimal fraction of that time a life can be taken.