You ever have one of those nights where you’re lying in bed at 3 AM, staring at the ceiling, and suddenly you start questioning every life choice you've ever made? Like, did I really think majoring in philosophy would help me land a job? I’m a barista with a Bachelor’s in “why are we even here?” The real lesson here? The only thing more confusing than my future is trying to explain my dreams to my...
I decided to try my hand at painting because, you know, "artistic expression" and all that. Grabbed some cheap canvases, watched a few YouTube tutorials, and convinced myself I was the next Picasso. Fast forward to me splattering paint everywhere and accidentally creating a modern art piece titled "Oops, I Glanced Away." My roommate walked in and pretended to be impressed while laughing behind my ...
I just realized that every time I finish a book, it feels like breaking up with someone who didn’t even know we were dating. I get so emotionally attached and then it's like, "Ok, bye, I guess I’ll just return to reality now." And then I sit there staring at the ceiling, scrolling through Goodreads to find something new, while my current love life consists of swiping left on the only two dating apps I have. Can someone please take me back to fictional drama and plot twists?
I just realized that every time I finish a book, it feels like breaking up with someone who didn’t even know we were dating. I get so emotionally attached and then it's like, "Ok, bye, I guess I’ll just return to reality now." And then I sit there staring at the ceiling, scrolling through Goodreads to find something new, while my current love life consists of swiping left on the only two dating apps I have. Can someone please take me back to fictional drama and plot twists?
Why do people insist on turning every social event into a fashion runway? I went to a birthday party last week where someone showed up in a full-on designer outfit like it was the Met Gala. Meanwhile, I’m over here in my "I didn't plan to leave the house" sweatpants. Can we just agree that comfort has a right to exist? Like, what’s the point of having a fancy dress code if I can’t breathe or eat c...