“ Last night I lay beached and gasping on my girlfriend’s bed, blissfully tripping on oxytocin and watching paramecium-shaped fireworks explode on the back of my eyelids. “What are you thinking,” she asked, smiling and handing me a glass of water. “Nothing at all, for once,” I said.
What I was really thinking was:
The day this can be reliably faked is the day that humans are obsolete.
I have no idea why I couldn’t say that out loud. Jeff Simmerman (via nightmarebrunette)
What I was really thinking was:
The day this can be reliably faked is the day that humans are obsolete.
I have no idea why I couldn’t say that out loud. Jeff Simmerman (via nightmarebrunette)
