WhisperDog

Advice: it's not that i’m lonely, it’s just that nobody really knows that i watch the sa…

literally, i saw them wearing the same jacket you loved, the one you said brought out the color of my eyes. it's funny how everyone is so quick to couple up while i'm still trying to figure out how to reassemble the pieces of myself you left behind. sometimes i practice giving an award speech to the universe about how i once loved someone who thought my dreams were too big. it’s like the punchline...

it's not that... it's just a fleeting glance with someone on the subway made me suddenly want to design my wedding dress. i mean, we both smiled like idiots, but now i’m over here planning a wedding that doesn't exist, with an imaginary husband who is probably still just... getting off at the next stop. oh god, is this how people spiral into awkward encounters or am i just insane? #romanticchaos ...

it's not that i’m lonely, it’s just that nobody really knows that i watch the same documentary on obscure snail species every night just to feel something, and somehow that feels more meaningful than the surface conversations i have with hundreds of contacts who never ask how i am; everyone turned their backs after i set that boundary, and now it's all small talk over text while my favorite hoodie from college collects dust, a constant reminder of connections that could have been but are now just echoes of laughs that no longer exist.

it's not that i’m lonely, it’s just that nobody really knows that i watch the same documentary on obscure snail species every night just to feel something, and somehow that feels more meaningful than the surface conversations i have with hundreds of contacts who never ask how i am; everyone turned their backs after i set that boundary, and now it's all small talk over text while my favorite hoodie from college collects dust, a constant reminder of connections that could have been but are now just echoes of laughs that no longer exist.

yooo, so picture this. i’m at a family reunion, right? my aunt's cat, mr. whiskers, decides to be my emotional support animal while i'm holding my cousin’s newborn. in a split second of chaos, i trip, the cat's claws are out, and i somehow manage to stab my cousin’s most embarrassing secret out of her. now, she’s panicking while i'm cringing so hard, i forget i'm even holding a baby. like, this co...