WhisperDog

Appreciation: I once threw out all my vintage clothes because he said they were “too quirky” –…

wait. so the Great Lakes are icing over while I can't even get someone to text me back. I watched a snowman get built on the sidewalk outside my window, only to realize I was just staring out at a frozen lake of missed opportunities and ghosted texts. all these couples snuggling up while I sit alone bingeing old romcoms, wondering if maybe the real ice coverage is in my heart or... oh, was that a ...

it's not that i can't adult – it's just that hearing my family talk about "fintech innovation" at dinner made me realize the last time i invested in myself was with a pizza subscription, not an actual investment plan. like, while they're discussing stocks, i’m here creating vision boards for lives i won’t pursue and sipping on my wine, pretending it’s a solid plan. do they know that half of me wou...

I once threw out all my vintage clothes because he said they were “too quirky” – it felt like a fashion funeral. I showed up to a party in plain jeans and a white t-shirt, and guess who walked in wearing a tie-dye tracksuit, looking like a human ice cream cone? And yet here I am, searching thrift stores for “less quirky” things that will never satisfy him – the ultimate act of trying too hard. #FashionFail #WhyAmILikeThis

I once threw out all my vintage clothes because he said they were “too quirky” – it felt like a fashion funeral. I showed up to a party in plain jeans and a white t-shirt, and guess who walked in wearing a tie-dye tracksuit, looking like a human ice cream cone? And yet here I am, searching thrift stores for “less quirky” things that will never satisfy him – the ultimate act of trying too hard. #FashionFail #WhyAmILikeThis

it’s 3 am and I’m sitting on my couch, staring at the empty space where a travel guide should be, the one I never bought. I wonder what the world looks like beyond my little bubble, how sunsets feel on foreign shores. I catch myself creating these elaborate fantasies of myself at a beachside cafe, sipping something overpriced and tasting life for the first time. instead, I’m here in my pajamas, sc...