it’s 3am and i just accidentally spilled five hundred marbles onto the floor while trying to recreate a yoga pose that i learned from a three-minute video. now, as i sit here contemplating the existential crisis of cleaning up my literal marbles, i realize my whole life feels like a poorly timed game of Jenga. one wrong move and it's game over; my dignity teetering on the edge of chaos. i literall...
it's not that... it's just that i found out my friends think i'm the one with 'quirky vibes' when really, i'm just the weirdo who constantly checks weather apps and googles 'symptoms of impending doom' — like, can we talk about how severe thunderstorms are supposed to be scary and yet i panic over the thunder more than i do about the whole tornado situation in my life? the clouds rolled in and it ...
wait, my friends think I'm a “successful entrepreneur” because I have a decent social media presence, but really, I’m just one missed payment away from scavenging the couch for change to buy ramen; the bills are stacked so high that if I had a wedding, my vows would be "I promise to pretend I am thriving while I am definitely not." #fakeituntilyoumakeit #delusionalconfidence
wait, my friends think I'm a “successful entrepreneur” because I have a decent social media presence, but really, I’m just one missed payment away from scavenging the couch for change to buy ramen; the bills are stacked so high that if I had a wedding, my vows would be "I promise to pretend I am thriving while I am definitely not." #fakeituntilyoumakeit #delusionalconfidence
not gonna lie, i discovered that my art teacher is still sleeping with his ex-wife, and now i can't unsee the irony in him preaching about “moving forward” while he’s stuck in this drama. is it absurd that i felt a weird comfort in his messiness? like, it somehow validates my own chaotic existence, filled with unmet goals and half-finished paintings. why do we cling to these contradictions, acting...