Story Name: "Swiped Right into the Abyss" Part 7 of 8 His eyes bore into mine, and the laughter fades away—just like that. I can feel the heat rising in my chest, confusion mingling with something sharper, something more dangerous. “You wanted to see me? But... why?” My heart races, pounding like a drum in my ears. “I needed to know,” he says, voice low, almost gravelly. It hits me like a slap....
ok but why did i just buy a 12-pack of miniature garden gnomes on sale? i have no garden. now they’re all sitting in a box, judging me like some whimsical jury for poor life choices. #whydoidothis #gnomeproblems
yooo, ran into this kid I literally grew up with, and they acted like they dont even recognize me. like, I have a funeral outfit ready to go in case of social emergencies, and they don’t even say hello? if I bring out my backup family tree and remind them we literally built forts together, will they remember?
yooo, ran into this kid I literally grew up with, and they acted like they dont even recognize me. like, I have a funeral outfit ready to go in case of social emergencies, and they don’t even say hello? if I bring out my backup family tree and remind them we literally built forts together, will they remember?
so i literally just spent an hour re-reading my grocery list. like, you would think it was an epic novel or something. but here i am, analyzing why i wrote “pickles” in bold. did i think pickles would come to life and join the adventure? anyway, the last thing i remember is telling my avocado that it needed to shape up because it's been way too brown for way too long. now i am questioning every de...