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Appreciation: it's 3am and i'm reeling from the news about Saurabh Dwivedi leaving. I just mad…

literally just walked in on my mom in the kitchen mixing cereal with peanut butter and she looked me dead in the eyes and said 'I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed' like... lady, I thought we were making breakfast, not starting a culinary war that nobody asked for.

i was literally scrolling through Twitter, minding my own business, and saw the news about jim kelly. it made me think about how, like, all these legends get sat out while i can’t even remember if i turned off my hair straightener this morning. so i check my bank account just to, you know, assess the damage after this weekend. turns out, my checking account looks more like a ghost town than a star...

it's 3am and i'm reeling from the news about Saurabh Dwivedi leaving. I just made a full spreadsheet for my hobbies because i thought my 'art' was about to take off. my inner circle told me i was the next Picasso, and here i am, watching my hope crash like my last three attempts at painting a sunset that ended up looking like a crime scene. honestly, if Saurabh can reinvent himself after all that, maybe i can too—after i finish bingeing on my latest painting failure. #SaurabhDwivedi #ArtDrama

it's 3am and i'm reeling from the news about Saurabh Dwivedi leaving. I just made a full spreadsheet for my hobbies because i thought my 'art' was about to take off. my inner circle told me i was the next Picasso, and here i am, watching my hope crash like my last three attempts at painting a sunset that ended up looking like a crime scene. honestly, if Saurabh can reinvent himself after all that, maybe i can too—after i finish bingeing on my latest painting failure. #SaurabhDwivedi #ArtDrama

no because i named my future goldfish with a guy i exchanged exactly three sentences with at a party—one of which was just him asking if i was okay when i choked on a chip. anyway, they are called Captain Finn and Flipper McChonk. as if they will ever meet him or fulfill the plans of being our children while he probably forgot my face already. this is why i can’t have nice things—too busy daydream...