yooo, just saw that Damian Lillard won again—like, great for him, right? Meanwhile, I’m over here wondering why the hell I still think about the last person I went out with. I sent them a meme two months ago—no reply. Now I’m contemplating if my texts are just tragic confessions on my phone's graveyard screen. Am I even worthy of a read receipt? while he's out here hitting threes, I'm just hitting...
i spent years pretending to be whoever everyone else needed me to be. always the supportive friend, the dependable coworker, the one with the witty comebacks. when i saw joey king embracing her real self, i couldn’t help but think, who am i when nobody's watching? it hits harder because i can’t tell if i'm just a character in someone else's movie or if i'm finally ready for my own script. #JoeyKin...
day 29 of following a raw vegan diet because my partner thought it would make me "more interesting." so here I am, staring at a giant bowl of kale while craving pizza like it's my last meal — i almost cried when i saw a squirrel with a half-eaten cheeseburger yesterday. like, what am i doing with my life? and now they still think my taste in music is "lame," so—am i even still a person?
day 29 of following a raw vegan diet because my partner thought it would make me "more interesting." so here I am, staring at a giant bowl of kale while craving pizza like it's my last meal — i almost cried when i saw a squirrel with a half-eaten cheeseburger yesterday. like, what am i doing with my life? and now they still think my taste in music is "lame," so—am i even still a person?
the whole "blue moon" thing reminds me of my once-in-a-lifetime decisions. like, how did my family find my secret blog about embracing chaos in my twenties? do they think i’m just going to go back to my neatly boxed life like nothing happened? everyone celebrates the blue moon, but maybe it just highlights how rare it is to actually do what you want. did i really believe i could pull this off with...