it's not that i don't know how to cook. it's just... why did i find myself googling how to make a perfect soufflé like my mom used to, while eating a microwave meal alone? isn't that kind of messed up? i should be beyond this, but here i am, wondering if it would make me feel closer to her or just remind me how much i avoid actual recipes. #cookingstruggles #foodforthought
ok but, it’s hilarious how someone I used to know like, really know, acts like I’m just a character in their personal sitcom. like, we shared crayons in kindergarten, and now they walk past me like I’m an outdated meme. it’s like, hello? I remember the time you cried over your dog’s haircut, but you can’t even muster a nod now... it’s wild. #maturity #wewerekids
ever had that moment when you realize you should probably pay attention to your hobbies, but instead, you binge-watch that one show for the fifth time? well, here i am, in my thirty-somethings, finally trying to learn how to cook. it starts with watching the latest cooking show and thinking, “i can totally do that.” two hours later, i have burned water and somehow set off the smoke alarm. at this point, even my microwave is judging me. next episode, my oven better brace itself for the kind of culinary chaos that’ll end in takeout again.
ever had that moment when you realize you should probably pay attention to your hobbies, but instead, you binge-watch that one show for the fifth time? well, here i am, in my thirty-somethings, finally trying to learn how to cook. it starts with watching the latest cooking show and thinking, “i can totally do that.” two hours later, i have burned water and somehow set off the smoke alarm. at this point, even my microwave is judging me. next episode, my oven better brace itself for the kind of culinary chaos that’ll end in takeout again.
yooo, I literally stopped sharing my music playlists with anyone because I felt guilty for enjoying things. like, I’d send my friends a killer track and their responses would be, “must be nice,” or they’d just ghost me. now I’m here with my hundreds of contacts, feeling like I could scream my favorites into a void. I’m literally just one sad artist listening to an empty room while the world goes o...