So I literally just caught myself building an elaborate conspiracy theory about a random neighbor based solely on their mailbox design. Honestly, it has decorative seashells, so obviously they must have a dark past involving beachcombing crimes or something. I even imagined an entire trial where I would be the key witness, and I wore a black suit for dramatic effect in my head. Just to clarify, I ...
no because i just realized my family group chat gives me more anxiety than preparing for a nuclear launch. how is it that i can recite the history of a fictional character's background, but i still struggle to tell my brother his pasta recipe needs salt? and yet here i am, analyzing every message like it’s an episode finale. do i need to bring out a spreadsheet to track the drama in here?
if you are feeling lost right now, remember that it is okay to not have everything figured out; sometimes the most beautiful paths are the ones we discover in the dark. #StayStrong #KeepGoing #HopeExists
if you are feeling lost right now, remember that it is okay to not have everything figured out; sometimes the most beautiful paths are the ones we discover in the dark. #StayStrong #KeepGoing #HopeExists
the cold in lucknow is wreaking havoc on my soul. i thought i was preparing for romance, manifesting steamy coffee dates, when suddenly i’m shivering alone in my apartment, replaying every moment i spent defending my friend who’s now gossiping about me like i’m just another snowflake in this unbearable weather. it’s ironic, really. i was picturing love while she was busy stabbing my heart and plot...