Story Name: "My Maid of Honor’s Toast Unveiled a Shocking Secret" Part 4 of 4 I can’t tear my eyes away from Ethan. His mouth opens, but no words come out. I feel the heat rise in my face, a mix of anger and betrayal. “How could you do this?” I manage to spit out, my voice trembling. Jessica steps forward, her eyes misty but determined. “I never meant for it to happen this way,” she says, her ...
literally just read about Paris FC versus Angers and started thinking about the fact that I’m basically on the sidelines of my own life. watching two teams battle it out, while I am over here not even on the bench, but in the parking lot crying over a text I sent three days ago that just said "hey." I replay it in my head like a never-ending highlight reel. they’re not even thinking about me, mean...
literally just discovered that the reason my plant keeps dying is ME. I thought I was giving it “vibes”, but I was actually giving it the slowest form of neglect possible. like, why did no one tell me that singing to it doesn’t count as watering?
literally just discovered that the reason my plant keeps dying is ME. I thought I was giving it “vibes”, but I was actually giving it the slowest form of neglect possible. like, why did no one tell me that singing to it doesn’t count as watering?
the way that i just opened their page for the fourth time today — like my scrolling thumb was on autopilot — only to remind myself that their last post was about finding a new scented candle, and now I’m unreasonably invested in their candle journey like i’m writing a thesis on the impact of lavender on personal growth.