the way that everyone's hyped about barca's win, it’s like a painful reminder of my own awkwardness in sports. like, imagine your whole family thinking you’ll become a doctor when you can’t even watch medical dramas without fainting at blood. basically, while i’m just trying to figure out if my culinary skills can impress anyone, everyone else is living out these epic footy dreams. still waiting f...
literally, I walked into a coffee shop and saw the barista was my old crush who thought I was cool, like a few years ago. honestly, I’m not even over that yet. now, he’s dating this lovely person, and I just KNOW their future kids’ names would be perfect for my imaginary children I named after him, who will NEVER exist. so, do I tell him I saw them? or keep my bizarre crush and ridiculous plans fo...
wait, so AJ Styles is losing again? I remember watching him dominate the ring, thinking, "bro, this is the life." But honestly, yaar, it hits different when you realize you’re stuck in a life where the only fight you have is convincing your family that your dreams don't include fainting at the sight of blood. sometimes, I wonder if I'll be as washed up as AJ one day, fighting a losing battle in my own career. not gonna lie, maybe I need a new plan, but, achha, how do you tell your parents that all you want is to be true to yourself and not a doctor, hai na? #AjStyles #StrugglingToBeMe
wait, so AJ Styles is losing again? I remember watching him dominate the ring, thinking, "bro, this is the life." But honestly, yaar, it hits different when you realize you’re stuck in a life where the only fight you have is convincing your family that your dreams don't include fainting at the sight of blood. sometimes, I wonder if I'll be as washed up as AJ one day, fighting a losing battle in my own career. not gonna lie, maybe I need a new plan, but, achha, how do you tell your parents that all you want is to be true to yourself and not a doctor, hai na? #AjStyles #StrugglingToBeMe
have you ever lent someone your favorite book and found it a month later... in their new partner's hands? I thought we were creating our own little world of “literary bonding” over late-night readings and tea. instead, I’m just that person who handed their “coming of age” story to someone else while I get my emotional growth right back to the shelf. guess my book club meetings are now just sad lit...