When you consider drinking what sounds like a thoroughly vomit-inducing drink because it's named The Cure:
Mr. and I just booked tickets to see Isle of Dogs and I was checking our the specially-themed menu. I hate 3 of 5, or 60%, of the ingredients therein. I still may order it for the flask and the name.
when existential angst gets to the point where it almost impossible to deal with people on any sort of level. is it worth the effort or a pathway to more pain & hurt? same would apply to NIN fandom.
When you're watching the climax of a kids' cartoon show and you find yourself thinking, "Hey, that drumbeat sounds exactly like the opening sequence to The Figurehead!"