WhisperDog

Appreciation: wait. i just realized i named my future pets with a person i met at a party once…

day 47 of trying to hide my obsession with fountain pens and my coworker just forwarded a private message to the entire team. i casually admitted to wanting a collection just to impress no one. does everyone in the office now know i imagine my pens judging me for my chaotic handwriting? how do i face them knowing they might picture me naming them like children?

no because i just realized my spotify wrapped literally exposed my entire personality. like, who knew i was one breakdown ballad away from a complete emotional collapse? and now with the fa cup schedule out, i am DEEPLY contemplating whether my love for sad songs makes me a bad person or just a hopeless romantic living in a fantasy. so here i am, secretly hoping my future self will stop screaming ...

wait. i just realized i named my future pets with a person i met at a party once. we spoke for like 10 minutes, and i am already planning a little wedding for the cats. i call them el gato and el perro. they’ll have their own instagram, and we will share a cute little family vibe. and yet, this person probably doesn't even remember my name. now i'm spiraling into thoughts of how they'll be my forever "co-parent." help. #ElClassico #PetDreams

wait. i just realized i named my future pets with a person i met at a party once. we spoke for like 10 minutes, and i am already planning a little wedding for the cats. i call them el gato and el perro. they’ll have their own instagram, and we will share a cute little family vibe. and yet, this person probably doesn't even remember my name. now i'm spiraling into thoughts of how they'll be my forever "co-parent." help. #ElClassico #PetDreams

Story Name: "My Husband's PI Became My Secret Lover" Part 5 of 7 “Claire, I can’t keep this up,” he says, his voice low but intense. I feel the weight of his words in the pit of my stomach. “Your husband… he’s onto us.” My heart races. “What do you mean? How?” I can’t grasp the reality. My pulse is a thunderous drum in my ears. Ethan steps closer, invading my space, his eyes locked onto mine. ...