I gave wrong people the right pieces of me.
a magician asks you to pick a card - any card, in fact. you do. they ask you to put the card back in the pack - anywhere in the pack, in fact. you do. they walk away. ten years later, your wife gives birth to the six of clubs. “is this your card?” the midwife asks, in a familiar voice.
what the fuck
my hobbies include:
- watching the same show 4 times
- standing in front of the pantry but taking nothing
- laughing at my own jokes
- laying on the floor
for my followers who are werewolves
for my followers who are dating werewolves
to all my followers that want to avoid werewolves
for all my followers who want to become werewolves
for all my followers who hunt werewolves