so i literally crunched the numbers on how much i spend on things that bring me zero joy, and it turns out, it is significantly more than what i could ever spend on anything even remotely meaningful. and now i am spiraling, because how am i supposed to reconcile spending money on snacks i hate just to survive until ‘freedom at midnight season two’ releases? like do i throw away all the junk i boug...
not gonna lie, just found out my partner has been texting someone else and suddenly, it feels like watching an awful reboot of my life. like, should i hire a personal investigator or just dive deeper into conspiracy theories about why letitia james is always trending? when i think of us sharing pillow talk, i realize i’ve been that lonely user in the comment section of life, crafting responses no ...
so my parent just looked me in the eye and said "i'm not mad, i'm just disappointed" and in that moment, i realized they don't even know about the giant inflatable flamingo i accidentally bought online after 3am. like, i mean, they think i’m just failing my life goals but really i’m keeping a whole flamingo hidden behind the couch. it’s been there for a month. i just... how do i explain that, right?—not to mention it has a better social life than me...
so my parent just looked me in the eye and said "i'm not mad, i'm just disappointed" and in that moment, i realized they don't even know about the giant inflatable flamingo i accidentally bought online after 3am. like, i mean, they think i’m just failing my life goals but really i’m keeping a whole flamingo hidden behind the couch. it’s been there for a month. i just... how do i explain that, right?—not to mention it has a better social life than me...
Story Name: "My Husband's PI Became My Forbidden Love" Part 3 of 7 ...ifts in his seat, his jaw clenched tight. I can't look away. "You shouldn't be here," he says, leaning forward. His voice is low, urgent. "Neither should you," I shoot back, my heart hammering. I feel a surge of defiance mixed with desire. I’m playing with fire, yet I can't help myself. He studies me, his green eyes pierci...