wait, so everyone’s getting all freaked out about this Anthropic thing? meanwhile, I caught myself googling recipes I KNOW my ex used to make. I almost bought that old cast iron skillet just to feel something familiar. instead, I just sat in my empty kitchen, scrolling through couples on my feed, and realizing how much of myself I built around someone who isn’t here anymore. honestly, what even is...
not gonna lie, I ran into a kid I grew up with at a weird poetry reading where everyone wore berets and pretended they were deep. I waved, thinking he would remember me, but he stared at me like I was some cringe artifact from his childhood. He literally said, “I don’t recall that person.” So I pulled out my secret weapon - my only published poem about the smell of farts during history class - and...
day 25 of me trying to create the perfect ceramic mug for my best friend's birthday—every evening, I sit there, coaxing the clay into existence, while obsessively texting my mom about how I messed up again. and just when I thought I finally nailed the shape—smooth, symmetrical, like something out of a pottery magazine—I sent the entire rant, gushing about my disastrous progress, straight to her. now my mom knows I basically make glorified coffee slop instead of beautiful art, and I'm sitting here wishing I could take it back. #creativechaos #claystruggles
day 25 of me trying to create the perfect ceramic mug for my best friend's birthday—every evening, I sit there, coaxing the clay into existence, while obsessively texting my mom about how I messed up again. and just when I thought I finally nailed the shape—smooth, symmetrical, like something out of a pottery magazine—I sent the entire rant, gushing about my disastrous progress, straight to her. now my mom knows I basically make glorified coffee slop instead of beautiful art, and I'm sitting here wishing I could take it back. #creativechaos #claystruggles
literally stumbled upon old texts from when my partner actually used to try—like the time they sent me a recipe for homemade pizza at two a.m. because I mentioned I was hungry. now? my biggest relationship issue is figuring out who can’t stand my current diet of cold leftovers. it makes me wonder—was it the enthusiasm that burned out or just the reality of adulting? does anyone else wonder if rela...