i just read that رمضان in 2026 will have the longest fasting hours. looking at my old photos, i barely recognize the person in them – full of dreams and so much hope – while i feel like i’m just treading water now, drowning in day-to-day life. all those vision boards turned into just a jumble of memories and empty promises. sometimes i wonder if i’m supposed to feel growth or just a deep sense of ...
not gonna lie, i caught feelings for someone who said they don't do relationships—and here i am, acting like a cast member in their life without a script. do they even know i exist, or am i just a background character in their carefully curated story? it’s wild how i can stalk their posts like they hold the key to my happiness, while they seem completely unbothered. how did i end up making their l...
literally, I just found a whole pack of expired coupons while cleaning. they’re just sitting there, like a tombstone for all my “shoulda, coulda, woulda” days. honestly, I had plans to use them. you know, buy fancy stuff and impress people? but now, I'm here justifying fast food runs as gourmet experiences, dreaming about what life would be like if I didn’t have to explain to myself why my pizza delivery is my best friend. and yet, somehow... here I am, hiding from the reality of how far I’ve fallen by making a whole art project out of a glitter jar I found. guess we’re calling that self-care now.
literally, I just found a whole pack of expired coupons while cleaning. they’re just sitting there, like a tombstone for all my “shoulda, coulda, woulda” days. honestly, I had plans to use them. you know, buy fancy stuff and impress people? but now, I'm here justifying fast food runs as gourmet experiences, dreaming about what life would be like if I didn’t have to explain to myself why my pizza delivery is my best friend. and yet, somehow... here I am, hiding from the reality of how far I’ve fallen by making a whole art project out of a glitter jar I found. guess we’re calling that self-care now.
literally, i pretend to be totally over the time i thought a paperclip was a miniature abstract sculpture. actually convinced everyone it was 'art' and debated its meaning for thirty minutes before realizing it was just a rusty paperclip. and now, i can't look at office supplies without spiraling into existential dread. am i just a person who saw depth in metal and gaslit an entire room? why does ...