the way someone i used to share juice boxes with at recess now acts like we never existed is the exact moment i realized i’d been low-key manifesting my own comeback story. like, did they really just post about bidding on a cricket team while pretending we weren't in a duo during snack time? i’m not saying im about to send them a long text about our glorious childhood, but if adar poonawalla can d...
ever find yourself wide awake at two AM, rehearsing the life-changing conversation you’ll never have with the stranger at the bus stop who complimented your shoes? like, i don’t even like those shoes, but here i am, plotting what i’d wear to their funeral, complete with the perfect hat that says “yes, i was *that* obsessed.”
the way that i just realized my parents had their whole lives sorted out by my age, meanwhile i can’t even remember if i turned off the oven last night—i went on a spiral thinking about what a “well-planned meal” actually looks like and whether it's a five-minute scramble for leftover pasta or actually being capable of preheating my oven. it’s like watching the "जायंट्स बनाम वारियर्स" game while my own life feels like i’m still playing at the kiddie table—everyone else seems to have hit a home run, and here i am still trying to find the rules. but honestly, if i have to live like this, i at least deserve a victory dance of my own. # #lifeanxiety
the way that i just realized my parents had their whole lives sorted out by my age, meanwhile i can’t even remember if i turned off the oven last night—i went on a spiral thinking about what a “well-planned meal” actually looks like and whether it's a five-minute scramble for leftover pasta or actually being capable of preheating my oven. it’s like watching the "जायंट्स बनाम वारियर्स" game while my own life feels like i’m still playing at the kiddie table—everyone else seems to have hit a home run, and here i am still trying to find the rules. but honestly, if i have to live like this, i at least deserve a victory dance of my own. # #lifeanxiety
yooo, so I defended my friend like they were some sort of royal courtier, only to find out they were spreading gossip about me like it was hot tea. funny thing is, the moment I was ranting about them to someone else, I caught myself in the middle of my own metaphorical castle collapsing. like, did I just pick the wrong team? it's wild, because now I'm basically rooting for jacob bethell instead. h...