it's not that I can't prioritize, it's just that I bought three jars of artisanal pickles last week instead of, you know, a real meal. like, who am I if not someone who plans gourmet snacks for imaginary dinner parties? it’s absurd—i can barely afford the utility bill but i’m obsessing over trying every single flavor of pickles! what is wrong with me? i keep pretending that my kitchen is a fancy d...
so, you know that feeling when your whole support system just leaves? like, suddenly you realize your best friend isn’t even texting you back and you have to become your own cheerleader. I went to this huge party, feeling all cute in my auntie’s old lehenga, thinking I’d shine brighter than the Diwali lights, only to end up awkwardly blending in with the 'bharat bandh' discussions. sab log bada se...
the way that every year, i tell myself this will be the year i find a local book club, but here i am, staring at the same stack of unread novels while scrolling through strangers on social media who read them first. feeling more connected to characters in my fiction than to the friends i haven't spoken to in months. all while wondering if the 'وزارة التربية والتعليم' results mean anything in a world where the connections i craved have turned into endless subscription fees and unfelt conversations. maybe i should just cancel everything. #
the way that every year, i tell myself this will be the year i find a local book club, but here i am, staring at the same stack of unread novels while scrolling through strangers on social media who read them first. feeling more connected to characters in my fiction than to the friends i haven't spoken to in months. all while wondering if the 'وزارة التربية والتعليم' results mean anything in a world where the connections i craved have turned into endless subscription fees and unfelt conversations. maybe i should just cancel everything. #
i’m convinced my indoor gardening obsession is a cry for help. it starts off innocently enough—i wanted to grow some herbs, but somehow, my living room has become a jungle, filled with plants that i named after ex-boyfriends. now, every time i prune a leaf, i swear i’m reliving our breakups. but when the only thing that actually sees you struggle is a fern that won't stop drooping, you realize you...