last night, i was scrolling through a tiny town's Facebook group, completely absorbed in someone’s post about the best places to get biscuits. then it hit me; while these strangers are chasing dreams, im stuck in a monotonous cycle, wishing i had the guts to go back to that college in a city buzzing with art and creativity. i chose stability over passion, but every time i hear a train whistle, i c...
I heard about the news of Tahir Fuego's passing and all I could think was, “this could be anyone, including me.” I spend hours gaming, perfecting my skills, while my family keeps bringing up my cousins' corporate jobs like I’m just playing around. Yaar, it’s exhausting. I tell them I’m working hard, but they don’t see me grinding. They think I’m wasting time while I’m just trying to build somethin...
i spent thirty minutes staring at a jar of pickles today because i was convinced they could hold the secrets of life. i even whispered my hopes and dreams to them, and let me tell you, i am way too invested in a vegetable. my final breakthrough moment came when the lid popped open. turns out, the only thing it unlocked was my deep-seated realization that i’d rather confess my love to a pickle jar than face actual humans. why? because who can judge you when your love interest is essentially just vinegar and cucumbers?
i spent thirty minutes staring at a jar of pickles today because i was convinced they could hold the secrets of life. i even whispered my hopes and dreams to them, and let me tell you, i am way too invested in a vegetable. my final breakthrough moment came when the lid popped open. turns out, the only thing it unlocked was my deep-seated realization that i’d rather confess my love to a pickle jar than face actual humans. why? because who can judge you when your love interest is essentially just vinegar and cucumbers?
i read about charlotte lawrence supporting andrew watt at the grammys and it hit me harder than a caffeine crash during a six-hour meeting. here i am, sitting in a break room that smells like old coffee, wishing i could have even half the glitz of someone at an awards show, while i calculate how many decades it would take to afford anything that resembles a “dream.” suddenly, those glam outfits fe...