Chungking Express
If fetuses could talk they would say “please Mommy don’t kill me!”
but they can’t talk. or think. they have no concept of existence, let alone death. they have no fears, no desires. your statement is irrelevant. if chairs could talk, they’d ask us not to put our sweaty asses on them, but they can’t talk, or even register their situations, so we don’t bother analyzing any other scenarios.
me: hoe don’t do it
me: *lets all of my happiness depend completely on someone i know i’ll eventually lose*
me: oh my god
can we just collectively agree as a generation that we aren’t going to care if each other’s houses are clean when we visit bc im gettin real sick of the “the house has to be spotless or our guests will judge us” deal my parents got goin on
none of us in this generation is going to be able to afford a house.
