puntitleverse
He died. She cried worthwhile tears.
She saw her tears and instantly knew what to say: “He is not worth it, honey.” “My dad just died.” She wept. “Okay, so maybe he is.”
But he’s always there for you
She whispered across the glass, “I love you.” He looked out at her and said, “I know. I’ve always known.” This was her favorite movie.
Some sage advice for the ages.
When dealing with girls with daddy issues, it is bad form to ask Who is Theirs.
Relieve your disgust: pass it along.
The third brother she slept with managed to convince the first that he was actually the second.
Daily Musings
Pixel meandered, but realized that he had to think about inconsequential things like upcoming conferences and renters.
#10: Eternal recurrence, eternal recurrence, eternal recurrence
Pixel looked up, a little jaded.73¤!¿ looked back, eager. “Are you him?” Pixel inquired. “You mean me?” 73¤!¿ countered. “You realize that this is going to be an eternal recurrence?” Pixel said to his future self. “A what?” “An eternal recurrence. Eternal recurrence. Eternal recurrence. It’s a concept developed by the Egyptians that Nietzsche uses……

Ironically, he didn't see it coming.