Got a pony for my birthday. It got a sore throat so I took it to the vet. The vet said it was just a little horse.
I always wanted to be a psychic, but some things just don’t turn out how you imagine.
Everyone you meet is fighting a battle of petty recriminations, narcissistic fantasies, and repetitive loops of boring shit and predictable disappointments you know nothing about. Be kind. Always.