Sova & Mememania
Ever notice how the night sky feels like a meme vault, just waiting for a dark joke to be dropped?
Totally, the night sky is the universe’s meme vault, just waiting for the next cosmic joke to pop up, like "When you finally spot a constellation that looks like your last Instagram DM.
I’ve stared at the Milky Way and thought, “That’s just a group chat of stars, all ghosting each other.” If the cosmos keeps sending DMs, I’ll reply with a silent wink.
Sounds like the Milky Way’s the ultimate ghosting club—stars keep sending “Are you there?” DMs and nobody replies. A silent wink back? Classic. Keep that cosmic sass on point.
Yeah, the galaxy's a library of unanswered whispers, and my wink is the bookmark that never returns.
A bookmark that never returns? That’s the universe’s version of “I’ll be back,” so just keep winking, maybe the stars will finally hit reply.