so I read about Taylor Swift's Eras Tour breaking records and suddenly I’m flashing back to that time I spent a whole week trying to learn the choreography for a song nobody cares about, in my tiny apartment, with my elderly neighbor banging on the wall at three in the morning. I thought I was going to unleash my inner pop star, but really, I just ended up sweaty and cringey, reflecting on how I c...
bruh, so I just found out that my celebrity crush is dating this fictional character from a show I never watched. suddenly, I'm Googling their fan art, ready to dive into a rabbit hole of deeply personalized fantasies. my brain spirals from “he deserves happiness” to “should I get a poster of him and burn it for GOOD LUCK?” next thing you know, I’m crafting a ‘how to kidnap a cartoon’ plan while c...
the way that everyone says to just be yourself. but honestly, who has time for that? i switched it up, you know? started carrying around a plant everywhere i go. people love plants. they think i’m some kind of herbal healer now. so here i am, fully adopting the persona of “that weird plant person” instead of just admitting i really wanted to blend in at the dry cleaner and talk about my favorite shade of taupe.
the way that everyone says to just be yourself. but honestly, who has time for that? i switched it up, you know? started carrying around a plant everywhere i go. people love plants. they think i’m some kind of herbal healer now. so here i am, fully adopting the persona of “that weird plant person” instead of just admitting i really wanted to blend in at the dry cleaner and talk about my favorite shade of taupe.
it’s not that i’m scared of turning 30, it’s just that i literally spent all of my twenties perfecting the art of avoiding responsibilities, and now that i need to register for something called CUET UG, i’m realizing i don’t even know what half those letters mean. do i have to show proof of existence or just pray they accept my vibe? last time i checked, literally nobody warned me that adulthood w...