wait. found out my ex is dating my friend and everyone knew but me. you know, like the way al-ittihad knew they'd crush al-qadisiyah in their last game? meanwhile, here i am, scrolling social media like a bumbling fool, looking for validation in life’s absurdity. also, caught myself rehearsing my “i’m totally fine” face for when we all hang out. what do you say when they inevitably ask how i’m doi...
last night, i decided to check my crush's social media after hearing about the harry styles tour and felt a little too invested in his music taste—like maybe i should learn to play the ukulele or something. so there i was, scrolling through his page, imagining us bonding over his latest 'live love laugh' vibes while secretly judging his last 12 posts like they’re part of some art critique i never ...
literally just sent a message to my neighbor about borrowing their spaghetti strainer. now i’m staring at those three dots like my life depends on it. how did we go from “hi, do you have a strainer?” to “did i accidentally propose marriage?” now they probably think i have an INTEREST in them, and I’m just trying to drain pasta, not build a life together.
literally just sent a message to my neighbor about borrowing their spaghetti strainer. now i’m staring at those three dots like my life depends on it. how did we go from “hi, do you have a strainer?” to “did i accidentally propose marriage?” now they probably think i have an INTEREST in them, and I’m just trying to drain pasta, not build a life together.
it's not that i'm obsessed, it's just—every time i see my celebrity crush dating a fictional character, my heart starts racing like i'm in some messed up love triangle. watched the PAOK vs Real Betis preview and got hit with this wave of jealousy, because clearly the fictional character is way less dramatic than me, and they definitely don’t double-text to resolve imaginary issues. my coworker eve...