the Marvel multiverse is expanding and I just realized my entire life has been one big plot twist, but not the fun kind. like, literally, I always thought I was the hero, but it turns out I’m the chaotic background character messing things up in the background. my last relationship was like watching two Marvel villains fight, and here I am waving at them like it's all cool. maybe in another univer...
no, because the way that everyone is rushing to do these ridiculous viral challenges literally makes me want to scream. like, i was supposed to join a big group outing, and i told everyone i had "plans," but honestly, i just can't afford to even buy snacks to keep up with all their perfect, influencer lives. and the worst part? they all think i’m just busy creating content. but honestly, i’ve neve...
yooo, every time I think about that argument, I keep replaying what I should have said. I mean, I could've told them that their opinion is like my coffee table—looks nice, but I just keep bumping into it.
yooo, every time I think about that argument, I keep replaying what I should have said. I mean, I could've told them that their opinion is like my coffee table—looks nice, but I just keep bumping into it.
wait, so everybody is talking about caroline wozniacki and privacy? right? meanwhile, i just spent last Saturday crying in my kitchen after binge-watching a reality show about strangers getting married. isn't it wild how my emotional investment in people I do not know runs deeper than my actual relationships? like, i don’t even have a cat to comfort me, but here i am sending unsolicited advice to ...