not gonna lie, just read the news about Coby White and my heart sank like it always does. like every time i think i’m moving on, life slaps me with another painful reminder of my EX… that yogurt flavor everyone tells me is too sweet. i keep going back, just like they keep bringing him back. maybe someday i’ll stop adding whipped cream to that disaster of a frozen treat, but until then, i’m doomed ...
so there I was, scrolling through random conspiracy theories at three AM, contemplating how pigeons are actually government drones. I mean, can we really trust the birds? what if they are watching us while I struggle to peel myself off the couch. I swear, one more hour of this and I am definitely going to need a new hobby—like learning how to communicate telepathically with my plants or something…...
it's not that i care about josh safdie's family drama. it's just... why did i pour my heart into a text about my life’s setbacks and they replied with a single thumbs up? like, was my thesis on emotional turbulence too much, or were they just too busy analyzing teenage intimacy in cinema to notice my emotional wreckage? sometimes i wonder if these directors are living in an entirely different universe—one where feelings get emojis instead of a second of someone’s actual time. if only they knew my existence craves more than just a virtual acknowledgment—like, send an essay back or something. #JoshSafdie #deepthoughts
it's not that i care about josh safdie's family drama. it's just... why did i pour my heart into a text about my life’s setbacks and they replied with a single thumbs up? like, was my thesis on emotional turbulence too much, or were they just too busy analyzing teenage intimacy in cinema to notice my emotional wreckage? sometimes i wonder if these directors are living in an entirely different universe—one where feelings get emojis instead of a second of someone’s actual time. if only they knew my existence craves more than just a virtual acknowledgment—like, send an essay back or something. #JoshSafdie #deepthoughts
not gonna lie, i turned down a pottery class because i didn’t want to be that person who accidentally makes an ashtray for my mom. then i spiraled into an intense 3am thought that my future children will one day ask why i can’t provide them with even one handmade mug for their tea parties. what if they grow up resenting me for it? the shame!