not gonna lie, I just spent thirty minutes practicing how I’d break up with my inflatable flamingo because honestly, it feels like the only relationship I can maintain right now. I inflate it, deflate it—literally nothing ever changes. I drown it in shallow pool talk and fake laughter, while deep down I’m just staring at it, thinking that the real tragedy is I’m closer to a rubber bird than to any...
just realized i accidentally voice texted my intrusive thoughts while trying to send a meme, so now my friend thinks i’m seriously considering adopting an army of emotional support jellyfish to combat loneliness... like, who even thinks about starting a pet aquarium at three a.m.? do you think they would approve my application? maybe it's just me—was that really my inner self talking? #UnexpectedC...
just realized that family dinners are basically job interviews where the only question is “so, when are you going to get your life together?” while they act like my cousins' perfect lives are a performance review for me, and no one even cares that I’m secretly plotting how to end up in witness protection to escape this unending competition. at the end of the night, after the polite smiles and forced laughter, I’m pretty sure I only impressed my aunt who probably forgot my name the second after dinner. #familyexpectations #alwaysunderpressure
just realized that family dinners are basically job interviews where the only question is “so, when are you going to get your life together?” while they act like my cousins' perfect lives are a performance review for me, and no one even cares that I’m secretly plotting how to end up in witness protection to escape this unending competition. at the end of the night, after the polite smiles and forced laughter, I’m pretty sure I only impressed my aunt who probably forgot my name the second after dinner. #familyexpectations #alwaysunderpressure
it's four a.m. and i’m sitting on my second-hand couch, watching my friend’s Instagram story of their brand-new electric scooter—sorry, that’s my inner monologue—wondering how many hours i’d have to work just to cover my last utility bill. they post about their trip to Bali and meanwhile, i'm eating cold pizza for breakfast again. is it just me or does anyone else feel like life is playing a game ...