Story Name: "I Fled My Own Wedding When I Saw Him In The Front Row" Part 3 of 8 My breath hitches in my throat. I can’t look away from Ethan. His deep brown eyes are just as I remember—smoldering, pulling me in like gravity. But this isn’t the time. This is my wedding. “Are you alright?” Jason leans closer, concern etched on his face, oblivious to the storm brewing behind my eyes. I shake my ...
the way that i found out my partner was texting someone else was literally because i ordered a life-sized cardboard cutout of my favorite villain as a gag gift, and the delivery guy asked for my partner's signature like they were the CEO of my HEART. now i am left standing there with a CUTOUT and a lot of questions, honestly.
yooo, just found out my family still talks about my ex like they were the greatest thing since sliced bread, and I’m over here literally Googling how to turn my new partner’s surname into a pun that sounds fun at dinner.
yooo, just found out my family still talks about my ex like they were the greatest thing since sliced bread, and I’m over here literally Googling how to turn my new partner’s surname into a pun that sounds fun at dinner.
last night, I bought three novelty rubber ducks because they were "just too cute" but now I realize I still need to buy... well, actual essentials like, you know, groceries? it's like, who needs food when you can have a collection of ducks wearing tiny sunglasses, right? honestly, if I put the ducks in a row, they look more organized than my life ever will. #adultingfail #priorities