so i finally made that incredible paella that took me all day to perfect. my friends didn't celebrate; they just made offhand comments about how "nice" it was while scrolling through their phones. now, i don't even want to share when i try new recipes anymore, like i’m apologizing for enjoying something that wasn’t microwaveable. if they think my little cooking victories aren't worth sharing, mayb...
no because i prepared an entire outfit for my own funeral. buttoned-up, hat included, because honestly, isn't life just a continuous series of goodbyes? the weather forecast keeps warning us about the storm, but nobody mentions the internal ones, right? surrounded by hundreds of contacts, and yet... not a soul who knows the hollow echo that fills my days. just me, weathering yet another downpour o...
i can’t even process the news about rio fahmi getting transferred while my mom is asking when i’m finally having kids. as if i haven’t spent the last three family gatherings dodging questions about why my life isn’t more put together. meanwhile, my cousin just posted photos with their perfect house and spouse. i haven’t even found someone who can last longer than my last phone upgrade. imagine being in a messy situationship while feeling the weight of family disappointment pressing down like an anvil. does anyone else feel like just running away when these talks come up? yeah, same here. #RioFahmi #FamilyPressure
i can’t even process the news about rio fahmi getting transferred while my mom is asking when i’m finally having kids. as if i haven’t spent the last three family gatherings dodging questions about why my life isn’t more put together. meanwhile, my cousin just posted photos with their perfect house and spouse. i haven’t even found someone who can last longer than my last phone upgrade. imagine being in a messy situationship while feeling the weight of family disappointment pressing down like an anvil. does anyone else feel like just running away when these talks come up? yeah, same here. #RioFahmi #FamilyPressure
last night, i was scrolling through a tiny town's Facebook group, completely absorbed in someone’s post about the best places to get biscuits. then it hit me; while these strangers are chasing dreams, im stuck in a monotonous cycle, wishing i had the guts to go back to that college in a city buzzing with art and creativity. i chose stability over passion, but every time i hear a train whistle, i c...