i got unreasonably jealous when a fictional character started dating my celebrity crush. like, why is a fake person getting the connection i crave in real life? my phone's full of contacts, yet no one knows when i feel like a walking ghost in a room full of shadows. even my plants get more conversation than i do - they look better too, and nobody's disappointed when they wither.
कोई तो समझे कि एक हफ्ते से मैंने कितने टाइम पहले अपने पुराने दोस्तों को छोड़ा था, और अब उन्हें उस लम्हे देख कर सोचना पड़ रहा है कि किसने सच्चा भरोसा किया था—और फिर टॉम बैंटन को देखते हुए, मैं बस सोच रहा हूँ कि क्या वह सच में अपने में यकीन कर सका है। जब मैंने फेसबुक खोला, मुझे वो भव्य तस्वीरें देखने को मिलीं। लोग न केवल सपने जी रहे हैं, बल्कि सही में उसे हासिल कर रहे हैं, और मैं बस यहाँ पर पुराने क...
you ever look at your camera roll and realize you have photos that could lead to your eventual courtroom testimony? like, who really needs twenty-four pictures of your neighbor’s weird garden gnome collection, or those candid snaps from last Halloween when you accidentally joined that interpretative dance circle in full clown makeup? i like to think one day i will be called upon to explain how it all fits together — like a jigsaw puzzle of my delusions — but the reality is, i’m just waiting for the day a celebrity somehow becomes my neighbor and validates this entire chaos.
you ever look at your camera roll and realize you have photos that could lead to your eventual courtroom testimony? like, who really needs twenty-four pictures of your neighbor’s weird garden gnome collection, or those candid snaps from last Halloween when you accidentally joined that interpretative dance circle in full clown makeup? i like to think one day i will be called upon to explain how it all fits together — like a jigsaw puzzle of my delusions — but the reality is, i’m just waiting for the day a celebrity somehow becomes my neighbor and validates this entire chaos.
yoo, so I just accidentally hearted my own post about why I love collecting antique stamps. like, who even does that? I’m literally here alone on a Saturday night, reminiscing about how each stamp tells a story while simultaneously feeling like nobody will ever understand me. is it weird to think a little piece of paper has more life than I do? #lonelycollector #nostalgia