have you ever sent a text that took more effort than a final exam? i mean, i drafted forty-seven versions of "do you want to grab lunch?" and ended up sending just "ok." now i am in a spiral wondering if they will think i was being sarcastic, but at least it fits my personality. a stunning showcase of ambiguity, like a potato that learned to read. #overthinkersunite #textingdisasters
just spent three hours meticulously organizing my spice rack by color and assumed the universe would reward me with gourmet cooking skills. instead, i almost cut off my finger while trying to figure out how to open a jar of pickles. all that effort, just to feel like a culinary disaster. why am i like this?
last night, my family group chat erupted over who should take the last chocolate from the shared stash—someone sent a photo of their unopened box while I casually sat here, fully aware that they didn’t even KNOW the chocolate is actually hidden in my room. who knew snacks could start WORLD WAR THREE? #ChocolateWars #FamilyDrama
last night, my family group chat erupted over who should take the last chocolate from the shared stash—someone sent a photo of their unopened box while I casually sat here, fully aware that they didn’t even KNOW the chocolate is actually hidden in my room. who knew snacks could start WORLD WAR THREE? #ChocolateWars #FamilyDrama
it's not that i care about the new social media app. it’s just that i found a collection of texts from my best friend begging me to join their knitting club while i was literally downing microwave dinners alone. then i noticed they’ve been tweeting about this threads thing while i have my hands full unravelling my life, but like, honestly, will i ever get to yarn-over while scrolling through conte...