WhisperDog

Appreciation: it's not that i don't enjoy eating or drinking, it's just that when i go to fami…

the way that people assume you’re ‘difficult’ just because you have standards is mind-blowing. i told a friend i wouldn’t attend her art show because the theme felt inauthentic to me. next thing i know, everyone’s gossiping about how i’m “not supportive.” maybe some of us just don’t feel like pretending to love what you made with your eyes closed.

the way that my plants are thriving while my life feels like it’s slowly unraveling is really telling. i catch myself talking to them like they are my closest friends, which might be why i’ve started apologizing to the succulents for my anxiety when the soil gets too dry. they’re blossoming and i’m over here Googling “do plants know you hate yourself?” like it’s the only advice left that makes sen...

it's not that i don't enjoy eating or drinking, it's just that when i go to family functions, i have to pretend like i have some extreme dietary restrictions. like yaar, one time they caught me eyeing the chicken curry and suddenly it's like i committed treason against the entire family. now i'm left nodding along as they serve vegetable pakoras while inside, i’m drowning in my secret fantasies of a juicy biryani. honestly, sometimes i think i might just get up and yell "it's barca vs. the world's expectations right now!" just to see their reactions. #BarcaVs #FamilyDrama

it's not that i don't enjoy eating or drinking, it's just that when i go to family functions, i have to pretend like i have some extreme dietary restrictions. like yaar, one time they caught me eyeing the chicken curry and suddenly it's like i committed treason against the entire family. now i'm left nodding along as they serve vegetable pakoras while inside, i’m drowning in my secret fantasies of a juicy biryani. honestly, sometimes i think i might just get up and yell "it's barca vs. the world's expectations right now!" just to see their reactions. #BarcaVs #FamilyDrama

the way that one emoji can derail my whole day is insane. spent two hours crafting a heartfelt email, pouring out my thoughts, my fears, everything. got a single thumbs up in return, like my entire emotional landscape was worth the click of a button. no, seriously. now i'm sitting here wondering if it’s me, or if my whole life has become just a response in an endless chat thread. #