not gonna lie, just sent my cousin a text asking if they saw that news about jitendra awhad and now i am literally sweating watching those three dots blink. honestly, it feels like waiting for my mom to respond to my request for her infamous potato salad recipe during Thanksgiving. if she doesn't text back, how will i make sense of life? are we seriously gonna have to navigate this without her sec...
it's not that i follow the pga leaderboard religiously or anything, it’s just i realized i dedicate more energy to analyzing swing techniques than my own life choices. like, my hobbies now include obsessively figuring out why my houseplant keeps dying while wondering if those golfers will truly rise back up this week. so i guess what i’m saying is, as they level up in their return, i just unwrappe...
the way that i accidentally liked a post about someone’s childhood hamster while deep in my rabbit hole of stalker energy. my heart stopped because now they KNOW i care way too much about Mr. Nibbles' heroic adventures. so, of course, I panicked and immediately unfollowed them, like, that’ll solve my complete social media demise, right?
the way that i accidentally liked a post about someone’s childhood hamster while deep in my rabbit hole of stalker energy. my heart stopped because now they KNOW i care way too much about Mr. Nibbles' heroic adventures. so, of course, I panicked and immediately unfollowed them, like, that’ll solve my complete social media demise, right?
it's not that i care about the weather... it's just that my entire life has been frozen like the Gurugram cold that keeps slipping below five degrees. every day i step outside thinking today is the day i finally let it go—just like Elsa—but then my FRIEND, the one i defended when people were spreading RUMORS, casually mentioned to someone else that i "have issues" with warmth. they meant the tempe...