it's not that i actually believe my goldfish knows my secrets... it's just that if i die alone one day, he is absolutely the only one who will be like, “he drank from the toilet again.” meanwhile, the company i loyally feed three different flakes to every day? they would flush me down faster than i can say “this water is foul.”
it's not that i believe in UFOs or anything, it's just... when someone says "I saw something weird in the sky," and everyone looks excited, i literally smile and nod like i haven't watched a conspiracy video for the last three nights. because honestly, sometimes it's easier to act like i'm in on the joke than to admit the truth: i only believe in that weird smell at the back of the fridge that lit...
not gonna lie, the other day i accidentally panicked when someone said 'i love you.' my brain went into full-on malfunction mode. instead of responding like a normal person, i just thanked them like they offered me a cup of tea. now i lowkey want to manifest a reality where they believe i was just super grateful for their exceptional taste in compliments. if only “thank you” could magically translate to “i love you too.”
not gonna lie, the other day i accidentally panicked when someone said 'i love you.' my brain went into full-on malfunction mode. instead of responding like a normal person, i just thanked them like they offered me a cup of tea. now i lowkey want to manifest a reality where they believe i was just super grateful for their exceptional taste in compliments. if only “thank you” could magically translate to “i love you too.”
i believe in the power of manifestation so deeply that when they said they needed space, i immediately pictured them as my personal fitness coach, waiting in my living room to support me through every squats. they are obviously out there, vibing with someone new and having a smoothie party without me — but i am absolutely convinced they will remember our epic avocado toast brunch and come sprintin...