there’s a woman. She’s in a house it’s decorated nicely.

She looks out of her window and sees her kids on swings with her husband. She looks down in defeat. The voice over asks if you’ve had feelings of depression.

The woman and her husband are sitting across from a doctor, the doctor is always wearing glasses. They all nod in slow motion. The voice over talks about taking this drug.

The woman is walking her dog. She’s outside and the sun is shining. She’s in an open field or a park with no one else around.

Her kids join her. She buys a soft pretzel. All in slow motion.

It’s late at night. She’s walking with her friends down a busy sidewalk, she’s laughing, in slow motion.

They enter a building. It’s a smooth jazz concert. The woman is dancing, In slow motion.

The voice over reads us symptoms of taking this anti-depressant. But it’s fine since the woman at the smooth jazz concert doesn’t seem to be experiencing signs of a heart attack.

ask your doctor if Zootopia is right for you

Writing a novel when you imagine all you stories in film format is hard because there’s really no written equivalent of “lens flare” or “slow motion montage backed by Gregorian choir”

So in Japan the *xfiles theme plays* meme is an actual thing, so on the news, whenever something creepy or mysterious happens they play the xfiles theme and trust me you haven’t lived until you’ve seen on the news an Olympic athlete putting a ping pong ball in his mouth replayed three times in slow motion while the xfiles theme plays.

this pigeon was having trouble pecking at a stale cookie on the street so i went over and crushed it with my foot so it could eat better and i think that was the nicest thing i did this year