just splurged on a ‘treat yourself’ purchase that was supposed to make my life glamorous. then the credit card bill showed up, and suddenly i was sitting on my couch in sweatpants, sobbing over my choices while checking news about gautam adani's life crumbling like a bad souffle. every purchase is just a silent agreement with yourself that says, 'this will not haunt you.' but here i am, trying to ...
it's not that i overspent on a treat yourself purchase—it's just that my credit card bill feels like i bought a small island. i was casually scrolling and thought, “why not splurge on that custom Sassuolo jersey” to channel my inner soccer star—when the bill dropped, i thought, “am i a fan or a fool?” now i’m stuck between cheering for Sassuolo vs. Cremonese and debating if i should pick up a seco...
not gonna lie, my favorite plant died because I forgot to water it while researching why we humans are so bad at forming deep connections. walked into the living room, gave it a full eulogy, and then realized I forgot its name. guess I have a way with life. #plantparenting #existentialcrisis
not gonna lie, my favorite plant died because I forgot to water it while researching why we humans are so bad at forming deep connections. walked into the living room, gave it a full eulogy, and then realized I forgot its name. guess I have a way with life. #plantparenting #existentialcrisis
ever accidentally sent the screenshot of a weird outfit you found online to the person whose fashion sense you were judging? they replied with “not my style” and now i have to rethink my entire wardrobe—what if they think im some kind of fashion stalker? like, why would i need a funeral outfit for myself when this outfit is literally KILLING me—didn’t know calling my own wardrobe “dark” would have...