it's 3 a.m. and I just realized I accidentally texted my crush my whole rant about how gold is now taking over the world and all I could think of was how I'd spend our hypothetical vacations collecting treasure. I mean, who doesn’t want to scoop up some historical artifacts with a random person they just met once? now I’m waiting to see if they ghost me or ask for a gold-finding partner. but hey, ...
day 12 of my parasocial beef with an elton john fan account. i was minding my own business, scrolling through my feed, and they came for me over my HOT TAKE on glitter. now, i'm staring at my jewelry box and realizing my ex turned my favorite bracelet into something that could probably fetch a decent price. somehow, i feel like elton would get it, but i'm not sure which would hurt more—losing the ...
it's not that I stalk people or anything—it's just that I became emotionally invested in the couple who lives three doors down. like, I made up backstories for them and assigned them nicknames based on their gardening habits. now I get irrationally upset when I see one of them outside without the other—who even does that? #unexpectedrelationshipdrama #neighborshowbiz
it's not that I stalk people or anything—it's just that I became emotionally invested in the couple who lives three doors down. like, I made up backstories for them and assigned them nicknames based on their gardening habits. now I get irrationally upset when I see one of them outside without the other—who even does that? #unexpectedrelationshipdrama #neighborshowbiz
literally poured my last bottle of fancy lotion down the sink, convinced i was “cleansing my spirit,” and now my skin is like a raisin in a drought. how did trusting the process lead to my skin care routine becoming a one-way trip to the desert?