Story Name: "He Came Back When My Ticket Became a Jackpot" Part 4 of 8 “Hey, it’s me,” Jake’s voice is a low rumble, the kind that sends shivers down my spine. I grip the ticket tighter. “Why are you calling?” I manage to say, each word a struggle. Memories flood my mind — the way he looked when he walked out, the way he shattered my heart into pieces. “I… I heard. About the lottery. Can we ta...
literally quit my job to follow my passion for making candles and now i’m just sitting in a bathtub filled with melted wax. the irony is not lost on me. i am an artist…who now bathes like a whimsical statue. #passionproject #messyadventures
why does catching feelings for someone who said they don’t do relationships feel like opening a bottle of wine—only to realize it's vinegar? i keep daydreaming about our life together, imagining picnics in italy, only to remember they prefer an ‘open situation’—which sounds nice until you find yourself binge-watching cooking shows in pajamas, spiraling into a hypothetical pasta dinner that will never happen. #Italy #hypotheticalheartbreak
why does catching feelings for someone who said they don’t do relationships feel like opening a bottle of wine—only to realize it's vinegar? i keep daydreaming about our life together, imagining picnics in italy, only to remember they prefer an ‘open situation’—which sounds nice until you find yourself binge-watching cooking shows in pajamas, spiraling into a hypothetical pasta dinner that will never happen. #Italy #hypotheticalheartbreak
i saw the news about fenerbahçe vs samsunspor and decided to calculate how long it would take me to save for a ticket to see it. sat down, did the math, and suddenly realized it would take longer than my last three relationships combined. so here i am, drowning in ticket prices, wondering why i can’t even afford a second-hand couch, but somehow, a dream match seems more attainable. honestly, at th...