bruh, imagine showing up to a reunion where everyone's talking promotions and I'm just there, sipping soda and nodding like I know what a 'career path' looks like. like, I’ve been at the same job since twenty nineteen. people are dropping ‘made partner’ and I’m over here wondering if my job title could still be “professional bench warmer.” sometimes I lie and say I'm an “executive in a niche indus...
no because every family gathering feels like a live performance. they interrogate me like I’m auditioning for a role I never wanted. meanwhile, my cousin’s running a startup and I’m just here trying to get out of my own head. saw that Palmeiras game and thought, "wow, losing feels familiar." I used to cheer for every win until I realized nobody even remembers my name. guess the weight of disappoin...
the way that everyone thinks my life is so glamorous because I look put together online. no one sees the mess behind the curtain, like how I live in this tiny studio with nothing but a ramen stash. watched the news about mark ruffalo and thought, maybe if the hulk can get fired, so can I, even though I can’t afford to lose my job. I just smile and nod at happy hour while my bank account whispers "stop pretending." and then I’ll go home, order takeout because I can’t afford groceries, and wish for the money to just manifest somehow. #MarkRuffalo #strugglesreal
the way that everyone thinks my life is so glamorous because I look put together online. no one sees the mess behind the curtain, like how I live in this tiny studio with nothing but a ramen stash. watched the news about mark ruffalo and thought, maybe if the hulk can get fired, so can I, even though I can’t afford to lose my job. I just smile and nod at happy hour while my bank account whispers "stop pretending." and then I’ll go home, order takeout because I can’t afford groceries, and wish for the money to just manifest somehow. #MarkRuffalo #strugglesreal
ok but I just saw Mitski’s tour announcement and immediately imagined crying in the corner of a dimly lit venue, clutching a half-empty bottle of wine, wondering how my life got so painfully off track while everyone else seems to be living their best life. I mean, who knew I’d become the ghost haunting my own past? Just me, contemplating if I'm still capable of loving anything other than my collec...