i just realized how much i’ve spent on random subscriptions that i forgot about. first it was that meditation app, then the online cooking classes i never joined. now it turns out, i’m also subscribed to some Ligue des champions highlights that i definitely don’t need to see every week. not gonna lie, at this point my bank account might as well just be cheering for Olympique de Marseille at this p...
not gonna lie, I just accidentally hearted my own post while spiraling over the news about that missing teenager. honestly, it's a reminder that life is literally so chaotic. here I am, feeling guilty for liking my own words like they’re my only comfort, while people are dealing with real heartbreak. my life is a sitcom where the punchline is my ridiculous solitude. now I have to scroll past that ...
i wrote an entire thank you speech for the award i never won, and the plot twist? the only audience i had was my cat, who decided to throw up right in the middle of my heartfelt gratitude, like, “thanks for the support, Whiskers, guess you’re still a better critic than half the judges.”
i wrote an entire thank you speech for the award i never won, and the plot twist? the only audience i had was my cat, who decided to throw up right in the middle of my heartfelt gratitude, like, “thanks for the support, Whiskers, guess you’re still a better critic than half the judges.”
forgave my neighbor for stealing my garden gnomes, but now I know I can't trust someone whose idea of a 'home decor' heist includes three dwarf statues. like, we literally live in a suburban drama where the stakes are higher than the height of my fence, but can I ever really forgive when they put that cursed flamingo next to them? I guess I’ll just keep watching my back like I'm in a true crime do...