do you ever wake up in the middle of the night convinced you have a secret talent for interpreting potato chip flavors? last night, while staring at the ceiling, I was convinced that my one true calling is to write a bestseller titled "The Deep Meaning of Dill Pickle." I mean, who wouldn’t want to know how every crunch connects us spiritually? too bad when morning came, all I had was a collection ...
just found out the vintage synthesizer I saved up for and named “David Bowie” is actually a replica made by a guy in his garage. so, while I was expecting to create cosmic sounds for a legendary album, I instead created a trap remix for someone’s Instagram story. - not sure how to feel about this. #dreambig #homemadehustle
do you ever just realize you’ve spent three months preparing for an online class that started LAST WEEK and now it’s too late to join because the textbook’s only available in another dimension? like, who knew quantum physics was a real subject and not just a plot line for a bad sci-fi movie? I shoulda checked my calendar instead of buying a new set of highlighters I still haven’t used.
do you ever just realize you’ve spent three months preparing for an online class that started LAST WEEK and now it’s too late to join because the textbook’s only available in another dimension? like, who knew quantum physics was a real subject and not just a plot line for a bad sci-fi movie? I shoulda checked my calendar instead of buying a new set of highlighters I still haven’t used.
i just discovered my friend group has a separate chat about which flowers would hypothetically go with my aesthetic if i ever decided to get into gardening — apparently, it’s lavender and daisies, and i’m just sitting here with my eyes closed imagining my beautiful cottagecore life while they don't realize i don’t even like dirt that much.