bruh, just typed out a six paragraph essay about my feelings and they replied with a single peach emoji. like, am I being rejected or are we starting an agricultural business? honestly, I can see us thriving together in the produce aisle. #manifestinglove #howdowegethere
just realized i spent an entire summer pretending to be friends with my neighbor who didn’t even know my name — we had intense debates about who would survive a zombie apocalypse, while i was just really plotting how to ask him for a cup of sugar — and he still has no idea we were basically best friends in my head.
wait, so I just realized that when they said “I love you,” I panicked and said “thank you” like I was accepting a compliment about my casserole, which I definitely did not make and, oh my god, what kind of psychological gymnastics am I doing where I think love is a culinary critique?
wait, so I just realized that when they said “I love you,” I panicked and said “thank you” like I was accepting a compliment about my casserole, which I definitely did not make and, oh my god, what kind of psychological gymnastics am I doing where I think love is a culinary critique?
honestly, my family group chat is more stressful than my actual job. like, can you believe my aunt just compared my life choices to tom hiddleston's character in the night manager? said i need to be more like him and get my life together. meanwhile, i'm in the bathroom scrolling through takeout apps instead of taking any actual steps toward stability. i swear if they find out about my imaginary be...