Food for thought makes me hungrier.
When I am sad I can’t just turn it off. I can’t become awesome or amazing instead. Instead, I feel it. I feel the sadness almost as if it is spreading through my body. I sit with my sadness; I ponder upon it. I ask myself “how” and I ask myself “why?” I don’t pretend that my sadness is something else. As much as I can, I try and own my sadness. Then I carry on with the rest of my day.
row, row, row your boat
holy, holy, holy shit!
the dream ain’t what it seems.
Idea: A URL shortener that 5% of the times sends you to a random site.