day 21 of being stuck in my apartment, staring at the window, contemplating if a massive snowstorm will bury my social life too. just sent a passionate email about my plans for the next year and received a single thumbs up emoji as a response. are we really at a point where emojis replace empathy? as the snow piles up, I realize even the universe is trying to avoid me. #Fema #ExistentialCrisis
just saw they are honoring christen press and now i’m thinking about my life choices. like the time my crush said “i love you” and i panicked so hard that i just said “thank you” like i was accepting a compliment at a bad awards show. i mean, does that mean i should send them a thank-you card? how do you address that? “to my favorite person who definitely deserves better”? this whole thing is like...
ever find yourself staring at a flyer for a local ukulele class? you think, "that could be fun." but then you nod your head and say no, even though you have absolutely no idea how to play an instrument. two weeks later, you are crying in bed while listening to a playlist called "ukulele vibes for sad days" - and suddenly you're wishing you had made friends and started a band instead of Googling "how to make a perfect avocado toast.” turns out saying no means you have to spend your Saturdays alone, heartbroken over imaginary musical dreams.
ever find yourself staring at a flyer for a local ukulele class? you think, "that could be fun." but then you nod your head and say no, even though you have absolutely no idea how to play an instrument. two weeks later, you are crying in bed while listening to a playlist called "ukulele vibes for sad days" - and suddenly you're wishing you had made friends and started a band instead of Googling "how to make a perfect avocado toast.” turns out saying no means you have to spend your Saturdays alone, heartbroken over imaginary musical dreams.
i spent years focusing on making my cereal look *aesthetically pleasing* in the bowl. perfectly arranged flakes, just the right amount of milk. now i’m standing in the kitchen at two in the morning—chaotically pouring dry oatmeal into a pot, praying for it to miraculously become a warm breakfast. here’s the twist: i actually still forgot to add water. guess it’s another gourmet snack in the darkne...