day 47 of staring at my phone, wondering if that guy i met once in a deli is actually thinking about me. while i wait for the next text that never comes, im distracted by the news about pakistan drones spotted. honestly, now i have to ponder whether his ghost is watching me over these intrusions too. also, can you believe i caught myself making up an elaborate love story in my head where we surviv...
the way that kittle loves playing the eagles is like me when my toxic coworker brags about their “brilliant” ideas that i have to listen to for 40 hours a week—like, am i the only one drowning in eye rolls while pretending to enjoy the “show”? i keep coming back to this mess of a workplace because they throw free snacks my way, thinking it’s enough to keep me hooked—like they don’t know i’ve liter...
it's three in the morning and i just found out my life is an embarrassing soap opera because i accidentally got into a heated debate with a fan account about the copa del rey final 2026 while spiraling over who deserves my loyalty more—my crush or their favorite team. i didn't even know what i was talking about, and suddenly i’m defending a team i don’t care about like it’s a personal vendetta. i now need a therapist and a sports historian, but mostly i'm regretting all my life choices from last Tuesday. #CopaDelReyFinal2026 #UnhingedThoughts
it's three in the morning and i just found out my life is an embarrassing soap opera because i accidentally got into a heated debate with a fan account about the copa del rey final 2026 while spiraling over who deserves my loyalty more—my crush or their favorite team. i didn't even know what i was talking about, and suddenly i’m defending a team i don’t care about like it’s a personal vendetta. i now need a therapist and a sports historian, but mostly i'm regretting all my life choices from last Tuesday. #CopaDelReyFinal2026 #UnhingedThoughts
do you ever get so obsessed with a hobby that you think you’re literally living in a movie montage? I just quit my job to dive into competitive yo-yoing, and now I am stuck at home with literally nothing but my collection of vintage yo-yos and existential dread. spoiler alert: the tricks are harder than they look, and my bank account is draining faster than the string on my best yoyo.