was sitting in my kitchen and thought i’d finally try making that sourdough bread everyone raves about but the starter looks like it gave up on life—like me, honestly. now i have a sad bowl of flour and a million unproductive thoughts about how it was supposed to rise but guess what, so was i.
i sat on my couch staring at this empty pizza box while my neighbor played the ukulele on their balcony for hours, like, honestly who even does that. my plants are dying because i keep forgetting to water them and it just feels like everyone else is thriving while i literally can't even keep a fern alive.
so i told someone a story from when i was 11, and they were like, "what were you wearing?" like seriously, that’s all you get from a childhood memory? this was a big deal for me at the time and all they can focus on is my outfit.
so i told someone a story from when i was 11, and they were like, "what were you wearing?" like seriously, that’s all you get from a childhood memory? this was a big deal for me at the time and all they can focus on is my outfit.
ken law just gets a free pass while people around him suffer from his poison sales? what a joke, the legal system just handed him a victory in the biggest tragedy of our time