bruh, i just spent an hour pretending to be an insect for my plant, whispering my hopes and dreams like it’s my therapist. it didn’t even react, but now i’m convinced it will somehow provide emotional support. help.
not gonna lie, just had my entire self-worth reduced to "this is my friend" while meeting someone who’s going to be their future roommate and I’m over here thinking I should start a fan club instead. like, do I get matching shirts? does the merch come with a love spell or nah?
it’s not that my family group chat stresses me out more than my actual job. it’s just... my mom’s passive-aggressive emojis after i said i couldn’t make it for dinner because i was crying over the news about amanda batula and her husband splitting up. because honestly, if love can fizzle out like yesterday's soda, what hope is there for me? and yes, i do check my barista’s social media just to know if they have a secret romantic life, and they might actually be my soulmate or maybe just a seasonal crush… i’m still deciding. #AmandaBatula #existentialcrisis
it’s not that my family group chat stresses me out more than my actual job. it’s just... my mom’s passive-aggressive emojis after i said i couldn’t make it for dinner because i was crying over the news about amanda batula and her husband splitting up. because honestly, if love can fizzle out like yesterday's soda, what hope is there for me? and yes, i do check my barista’s social media just to know if they have a secret romantic life, and they might actually be my soulmate or maybe just a seasonal crush… i’m still deciding. #AmandaBatula #existentialcrisis
yooo, just liked a post about vintage typewriters while deep diving into an obscure blog about forgotten 90s toys. now i am PANICKING, like what am i doing, who am i even? sat there imagining the typewriter's owner seeing my like, contemplating starting a new life in witness protection.