i literally just realized my side hustle selling homemade weirdly shaped soap has become the main reason i can afford my oversized collection of beanie babies. honestly, every time i pack a soap order, i feel like i’m selling an artisanal piece of modern art instead of just a glorified bar of glittery glycerin. like, my biggest problem now is finding cute shipping boxes that won’t ruin the aesthet...
not gonna lie, just caught myself doing a full-on meltdown because my neighbor is suddenly a plant parent and posted their FIFTY-NINE new succulents, while I’m still struggling to keep a single potted fern alive for more than a week—like, how do you even CARE for FIFTY-NINE? Do I need a degree? Am I missing some kind of plant parenting class?—the whole thing is giving me existential dread about my...
not gonna lie, just found old texts from when i would literally send three paragraph essays about the perfect fruit salad. like, what was i expecting, a Michelin star for chopping bananas? they clearly stopped replying because my enthusiasm for raspberries was too much, and now i’m left alone, analyzing the legacy of my fruit choices.
not gonna lie, just found old texts from when i would literally send three paragraph essays about the perfect fruit salad. like, what was i expecting, a Michelin star for chopping bananas? they clearly stopped replying because my enthusiasm for raspberries was too much, and now i’m left alone, analyzing the legacy of my fruit choices.
just realized i am ONE week away from thirty and still do not own a single spoon that matches, but somehow had the audacity to think my high school crush would show up with a 10-carat diamond to propose. honestly, where's the logic in this?