not gonna lie, just had my entire self-worth reduced to "this is my friend" while meeting someone who’s going to be their future roommate and I’m over here thinking I should start a fan club instead. like, do I get matching shirts? does the merch come with a love spell or nah?
it’s not that my family group chat stresses me out more than my actual job. it’s just... my mom’s passive-aggressive emojis after i said i couldn’t make it for dinner because i was crying over the news about amanda batula and her husband splitting up. because honestly, if love can fizzle out like yesterday's soda, what hope is there for me? and yes, i do check my barista’s social media just to kno...
yooo, just liked a post about vintage typewriters while deep diving into an obscure blog about forgotten 90s toys. now i am PANICKING, like what am i doing, who am i even? sat there imagining the typewriter's owner seeing my like, contemplating starting a new life in witness protection.
yooo, just liked a post about vintage typewriters while deep diving into an obscure blog about forgotten 90s toys. now i am PANICKING, like what am i doing, who am i even? sat there imagining the typewriter's owner seeing my like, contemplating starting a new life in witness protection.
Story Name: "My Ex's Regret: The Lottery Win That Changed Everything" Part 3 of 8 I stand frozen, the scratch-off crumpled in my fist. The gas station’s dim light seems to dim even further as the weight of my win crashes over me. I can't help but smile, the thrill electrifying every nerve in my body. But then, the door swings open, and my smile vanishes. It's him. Jared. My ex, face flushed wit...