wait—did anyone else realize that the other day I was at the grocery store staring at a couple who shared a bag of frozen dumplings and I felt this weird pang of loneliness because I used to have someone to fight over the last box of cookie dough ice cream with? like, I’ve spent so much time piecing myself together based on what "we" wanted, that I’m just a bunch of scattered visions—except my vis...
it's 3am and I just had an intervention at my holiday dinner about how I need to stop watching footy every weekend. my cousin literally brought up my obsession with Kayo like it’s ruining my life. like, sorry that following two teams at once gives me joy when work is a constant grind, right? but now, thanks to their judgement, I can’t even enjoy my teams in peace without rethinking my life choices...
last night, I scrolled through social media and saw someone I grew up with celebrating a win like they didn’t just walk past me last month. funny how the memory of our shared childhood looks so easy to erase in the face of a shiny new life. their selective amnesia hurts like a dive into a frozen pool — refreshing yet brutally shocking. maybe it’s me, maybe it’s them — the truth is I’m still here, stuck watching from the sidelines, wondering why they act like we never had anything real. #VillarrealVsEspanyol #LifeInTransition
last night, I scrolled through social media and saw someone I grew up with celebrating a win like they didn’t just walk past me last month. funny how the memory of our shared childhood looks so easy to erase in the face of a shiny new life. their selective amnesia hurts like a dive into a frozen pool — refreshing yet brutally shocking. maybe it’s me, maybe it’s them — the truth is I’m still here, stuck watching from the sidelines, wondering why they act like we never had anything real. #VillarrealVsEspanyol #LifeInTransition
ngl, just saw the weather alert about the cold wave. perfect timing because i just bought a new oversized sweater online to feel cute and cozy for the holidays. it arrived today, and i look like a lost couch. i even wore it to confront my neighbor about their pet raccoon stealing my garbage. let me tell you, nothing says “i’m an adult” like crying in a ridiculous sweater while they casually pointe...