honestly, I said I would never become that person who takes up pottery—yet here I am—talking to my clay like it’s my therapy buddy. my hands are constantly covered in dust, and I’m convinced the mug I made looks exactly like a failed abstract art project—except I keep putting it on the shelf like it’s a trophy. I just sent my best friend a picture and told them it's my new business venture. help m...
no because i just overheard my neighbor bragging about her unique collection of antique salt and pepper shakers like she’s got the next Mona Lisa, but i spent thirty minutes hunting down a single sock with a cat on it this morning, and honestly, what do i even do with that kind of information? like do i challenge her to a collector’s duel? the way that she casually namedrops every vacation destination is frankly too much, especially considering i haven’t left my couch in three weeks. how do i turn that into small talk at the mailbox? #nextlevelweird #neighborhooddrama
no because i just overheard my neighbor bragging about her unique collection of antique salt and pepper shakers like she’s got the next Mona Lisa, but i spent thirty minutes hunting down a single sock with a cat on it this morning, and honestly, what do i even do with that kind of information? like do i challenge her to a collector’s duel? the way that she casually namedrops every vacation destination is frankly too much, especially considering i haven’t left my couch in three weeks. how do i turn that into small talk at the mailbox? #nextlevelweird #neighborhooddrama
my parents were basically dylan o'brien when he first hit the big screen. they had houses, careers, and goals. meanwhile, i just ordered my funeral outfit online, because it feels more realistic than a savings plan. and don’t even get me started on the fact that dylan might be dealing with Hollywood horrors, while i can’t even handle a half-eaten bag of chips without feeling guilty. who knew adult...