It’s almost like earth was perfectly created for human beings, literally water falls from the sky and food grows on trees, but somehow we find ourselves trapped in a machine that requires credit scores and a 40 hour work week for existence.
In the brief moment when u go to split an oreo in half, do u think the cream hesitates? Is it in a schrodinger state of indecision, not knowing which cookie to adhere to, or was its allegiance to a cookie side predestined.
Men are simple creatures — they’ll tell you what they want, show you what they like, and mean exactly what they say. The confusion usually starts when you try to read between lines that don’t exist.