Two men, a luncheon, one mistake. Through some sort of cosmic jest, they relive this moment endlessly, distorted and reshaped. But, perhaps they can find beauty, in this strange existence they find themselves trapped in, this place known only as... The Twilight Zone.
You ever hear that old chestnut about how most people neglect the part of the story of Icarus where he also had to avoid flying too low, lest the spray of the sea soak his feathers and cause him to fall and drown? You ever think about how different the world would be if Icarus died that way instead? If the idiom was to Fly To Close To The Sea? A warning against playing it far too safe, about not stretching your wings and soaring properly? You ever think about how Icarus died because he was happy?
do you hate the French as much as I do?
Woah mama I don't hate anyone except wizards
Horses.
i just wish the frightening ghoul would say something. for once. the silence is more disconcerting than anything it might say
You, me, Dennys, 20:00 next Friday? I'll pay
An agreeable arrangement, if not for the questions unanswered. Which Denny's? And whose company should I expect? -R.S.
scared that theyre gonna get me and theyre gonna get me soon so i locked the door #Scared #Getme #Soon #Locked #Door
Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better
You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into... the Twilight Zone.
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