Seeing this shadow perfectly intersect the white line is like a warm, comforting hug.
A warm, comforting hug on a dark, cold night.
A dark, cold night where you can hear the wolves, scratching at your gates, just waiting to break in and trash your meticulously organized sock drawer.
This soccer pitch looks like it was manufactured by a kilt maker!
A kilt maker who is obsessed with perfection.
A kilt maker who would not want that dirty, sweaty soccer player sullying up his beautiful work of art.
This perfect ratio makes me just want to lay on a hammock and dream.
Dream about a world where imperfections don't exist.
Imperfections like Todd, and the disgusting and improper way he eats string cheese.
These candies are making me hungry!
Hungry for symmetry in all things. Hungry for perfection.
Hungry for Platonic forms to be more than just theoretical ideals.
Ahhhhhh! Look at the beautiful way these boxes match up!
I wish I matched up with another human being so beautifully.
But that will never happen. Which is why I am destined to wander this earth alone, armed only with my ideals.
Wow, someone spent a lot of time perfectly arranging those coins into a perfect piece of art.
I would love to spend so much time creating art.
Instead, I spend all my time trying to get the coins.
These shoes were made for this escalator.
I was not made for escalators. I hate them.
My rational brain knows that I cannot be sucked into its uncaring metal teeth. But my animal brain takes over the second I step on those steps of death.
That tree is fully in bloom, as long as you stare at its reflection.
We are all in bloom in our own reflections.
Reread The Allegory of The Cave, and then try to convince me that there is meaning in this world. I dare you.
The skin was taken off in one, beautiful piece.
Meanwhile, my skin has been taken off one dull knife stroke after another.
(In this metaphor, my skin represents my innocence.)
The real tree and the shadow tree line up perfectly!
In fact, the only thing that is disconnecting them is a big, obtrusive wall!
It makes me think about how my life is the shadow tree, my dreams are the real tree, and the big wall is you, Mother!
These books are perfectly line up!
Whatever you do don't pick one up and read it, it would ruin the aesthetic appeal!
Remember, kids, appearance is ALWAYS more important than substance.
Every now and then, Mother Nature like to perfectly arrange things too!
Hey Mother Nature, you did a great job with these leaves! Now how about perfectly arrange the animals you call humans so I can meet my soulmate?
I'm so alone.
This coffee's perfect layers get lighter the deeper you go!
That's the exact opposite of Ashley!
Ashley is light on top, but when you go deeper you realize there is a profound darkest with a bitter aftertaste that will keep you up late at night, fidgeting and praying for sleep that won't come.
They filled this coffee to its absolute limit!
"They" fill me to the limit every day. With texts, memes, emails, snaps, instas, facebooks, bills, vapid ideas signifying nothing, representing a futile attempt to classify our existence as anything other than "accidental."
Guys. I turn forty in four years.
Someone put a lot of time and effort into making this letter look beautiful!
The only problem? I can't read it! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Should I get my tips frosted? I'm thinking about getting my tips frosted. I mean does it even matter?
Ha. Ha. Ha.