not gonna lie, I just spent the last three days staring at my fridge, hoping it would magically fill with food. like, I literally thought the carrots were judging me for their own unfortunate existence. so, here I am, waiting for my paycheck to drop like it’s the highlight of my month, while I'm snacking on expired mustard and just trying to remember what a real meal tastes like. honestly, my new ...
it's not that i can't clean up, it's just that my parents showed up out of nowhere and the first thing they see is my 47 failed plants and an unmade bed that looks like a war zone—i swear if they open my fridge and see the three jars of half-eaten salsa and expired condiments, i might actually tell them i live in a walton goggins episode, where every plot twist involves deep existential crisis ove...
wait, just realized I have a subscription to a magazine I never read. but it comes with a "free gift." it’s a mystery box I’ve been manifesting. like maybe one day it’ll be my whole life in there, and—wait, what if it’s just socks?
wait, just realized I have a subscription to a magazine I never read. but it comes with a "free gift." it’s a mystery box I’ve been manifesting. like maybe one day it’ll be my whole life in there, and—wait, what if it’s just socks?
ever had that moment where someone drops an emotional bomb on you, and instead of a heartfelt response, you just say "thank you"? yeah, that was me, completely melting down over the latest episode with walton goggins—my crush even revealed their deepest feelings while i was mentally preparing for a monologue about ghoul guilt and betrayal. now they think i can't appreciate love, when really, my br...