so i spent the last hour assembling an old bookshelf with wobbly legs, really thought i could use it to finally display all these books i never read but it just feels like a metaphor for everything else in my life, like im just stacking up all these unread things, and every time i pass it, it feels like a reminder that some people just get to fly high while i’m here hoping the damn thing stays upr...
یار، مجھے سمجھ نہیں آ رہا تھا کہ یہ ہوگا۔ کسی نے مجھے ڈائری لکھنے کی صلاح دی اور اب میرا خیال ہے کہ میری زندگی کی سب مشکلات دراصل ایک سفر کی طرح ہیں۔
sitting at dinner parties watching everyone drink while i pretend my sparkling water is vodka feels like a cosmic joke, like yeah sure, let me just sip on this while you guys toast to dreams of space travel, meanwhile i’m just trying not to spill the beans on why i suddenly need to leave before someone offers me a drink i cannot have…
sitting at dinner parties watching everyone drink while i pretend my sparkling water is vodka feels like a cosmic joke, like yeah sure, let me just sip on this while you guys toast to dreams of space travel, meanwhile i’m just trying not to spill the beans on why i suddenly need to leave before someone offers me a drink i cannot have…
some days i sit in my tiny kitchen eating cold canned soup while scrolling through social media, seeing friends post about their trips and promotions, and here i am still struggling to even cook a real meal for myself. like today i caught myself talking to the plants because at least they nod back a little when i tell them they look nice and not like the same sad person i feel like