wait, did you see that Jonathan Roumie is trading his Jesus sandals for, like, actual dress shoes? meanwhile, I’m over here wearing the same pair of sneakers every day and literally wondering who I am without my "performing for others" persona. I tried to dress up the other day, like really put myself together, but ended up crying over the way my reflection just seemed so... unfamiliar. how am I s...
wait, can we talk about how i always get into these ridiculous debates about the best sandwich toppings? like, one minute i’m discussing the existential crisis of choosing between avocado and hummus—and the next, my friends are staring at me like i’ve just admitted to hunting unicorns. here’s the kicker—I once made a PowerPoint about it, and honestly, i thought it was enlightening. like, am i the ...
wait, so I changed my entire wardrobe for him, even learned to enjoy that awful fusion cuisine he loves, and somehow, he still finds my cooking “basic.” I honestly just wanted to be the cool girlfriend, but now I’m sitting here wondering if he’d like me more if I learned to brew craft coffee in my tiny kitchen—like, who knew that was a thing?
wait, so I changed my entire wardrobe for him, even learned to enjoy that awful fusion cuisine he loves, and somehow, he still finds my cooking “basic.” I honestly just wanted to be the cool girlfriend, but now I’m sitting here wondering if he’d like me more if I learned to brew craft coffee in my tiny kitchen—like, who knew that was a thing?
not gonna lie, i watched the match highlights and all i could think about was how i need to pull off a miraculous win in my own life, just to afford groceries this week. it’s like the tasmania team gets more attention than my rent notices piling up on the fridge. my parents think if i just worked harder, i wouldn't be in this financial mess. like, hello, i’m working three jobs and still can’t affo...