Some days back while lying on my bed, I started thinking about my tombstones. Even though the chance of me getting one is almost zero, I came up with some messages that I would want there in case I ever get one.
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Not a very good place for a claustrophobic to be in.If you guys don’t call me on ouija board, we aren’t talking.Do you think Archi is a cool name? Will Pharaohs approve this? How does Eternititi sound?Wish I’d written a book so I could tell people that astronomy is not real. Or maybe I did and see, here I am.If my last meal was anything other than Chole bhatoore, please feed some to my dead body. I need to maintain a rapport with future archaeologists.Okay, since you are here, tell me this: did anyone actually read those listicles?If you want to visit me, look within your heart. If that does not work, try building a time machine.
Yup, I still hate waking up. Now, more than ever.Can you please ask Instagram to make a book out of all my saved posts? I also have a cool title in mind: Saved from being dead.
Don’t forget to thank everyone who posted them in the first place.I think it’s time to come out of the closet. I was a cat trapped inside a human body. I wish I could scratch some people to show how much I loved them.
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