hopelessstar

The world appears to be getting me back for all the shit that has happened to me, because in a stunning turn of events, my purse was actually returned to me and the only thing that had gone missing was my great grandmother's scarf.

My best friend tried to be sufficiently existential about it and said.. "Well, you gave her that scarf and then when she passed on, it came back to you, and now you've passed it on to the world."



Edited for the picture I really liked.