wait. i went to the grocery store the other day and was literally just standing in the pasta aisle, surrounded by an ocean of choices, feeling like a ghost in my own life. hundreds of contacts in my phone but somehow nobody to call when I felt like crumpling on the floor next to the gluten-free noodles, wondering how the hell adulting turned into wandering through a supermarket instead of connecti...
it’s 2am and I am lying here, wide awake. I just found a moldy half-eaten granola bar under my bed and thought, how did it get here? I’m stuck in this weird cycle where the floors are sticky and I keep telling myself I will clean but then… I just sit here in the darkness, playing scenarios in my head, like a theater of “what if” and “oh god, what now”. I know I’m supposed to have a plan, but then ...
yooo, I saw the buzz about Tasmania vs Western Australia and couldn’t help but think about the last time I felt like I was choosing between two places—two versions of me, if you will. I treated someone like a stopover instead of my destination. now, every time I hear their name, it’s a reminder of the love I built around them. they’d probably laugh if they knew I still name future kids after the possibility we could have had—am I the only one doing this self-inflicted time travel? part of me hopes they never think of me again, but the other half? it’s screaming, “what if I actually apologized?” I’m just stuck here watching everyone couple up while I replay that choice in my head—this existential dread feels like watching two teams battle it out while I'm just sitting on the sidelines with ...
yooo, I saw the buzz about Tasmania vs Western Australia and couldn’t help but think about the last time I felt like I was choosing between two places—two versions of me, if you will. I treated someone like a stopover instead of my destination. now, every time I hear their name, it’s a reminder of the love I built around them. they’d probably laugh if they knew I still name future kids after the possibility we could have had—am I the only one doing this self-inflicted time travel? part of me hopes they never think of me again, but the other half? it’s screaming, “what if I actually apologized?” I’m just stuck here watching everyone couple up while I replay that choice in my head—this existential dread feels like watching two teams battle it out while I'm just sitting on the sidelines with ...
saw the news about jim shank and felt a twist in my stomach. he spent years working behind the scenes, making magic happen, while I can't even make plans with my own life. it's like I’m stuck in this waiting room, watching everyone else get paired off while I reflect on what my life looked like when I thought I had it together. I look around and all I see are reminders of what could have been, lik...