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Appreciation: how am i supposed to feel like an adult when i just cried over a tennis match—li…

literally just quit my stable job to chase my passion for creating short films. now I am checking if "how to invest in Skoda stock" counts as an art form. I'm googling ways to stabilize my life while contemplating if I should sell my beloved DVD collection. can my next film be about my journey from financial freedom to broke anxiety over a car brand that I will probably never afford? stay tuned fo...

it's not that i care that my friends have a secret chat without me. it’s just that i found out because i accidentally walked into an "urgent strategy meeting" about my birthday party. they thought i was still on mute, but i heard them debate between inflatable flamingos and boring adult activities. now i’m plotting my comeback. if they think i won’t orchestrate a surprise ‘not-invitation’ where i ...

how am i supposed to feel like an adult when i just cried over a tennis match—like the drama of hubert hurkacz hitting the ball is the highlight of my week? i used to think thirty was OLD, like i’d have everything figured out by now. but here i am, still regretting my lunch choices and fearing my next dentist appointment. does that make me a hopeless case or just really into hubert's serving skills? honestly, it’s both, and now my therapist is going to have a FIELD DAY. #HubertHurkacz #ExistentialCrisis

how am i supposed to feel like an adult when i just cried over a tennis match—like the drama of hubert hurkacz hitting the ball is the highlight of my week? i used to think thirty was OLD, like i’d have everything figured out by now. but here i am, still regretting my lunch choices and fearing my next dentist appointment. does that make me a hopeless case or just really into hubert's serving skills? honestly, it’s both, and now my therapist is going to have a FIELD DAY. #HubertHurkacz #ExistentialCrisis

Story Name: "My One-Night Stand is Now My CEO, and He Doesn't Recognize Me" Part 2 of 3 I stand frozen at the entrance of the sleek, glass-walled office. My heart pounds like a drum. Today is my first day at the new job, and I only just found out my boss is… him. The man from last weekend—the one-night stand I can’t stop thinking about. The memory hits me like a bolt of lightning. His tousled ...