Sometimes I wonder if adulthood is just about pretending we know what we're doing while secretly Googling everything. Like, I literally can't remember if I was supposed to water my plants or if they're just supposed to survive on my tears from last week’s existential crisis. And honestly, I’ve hit a new low when my idea of self-care is scrolling through memes about people who also have no idea how...
Sometimes I wonder if real love is just finding someone who thinks your weirdness is cute instead of alarming. Like, when you’re both silently scrolling through your phones in a restaurant and it feels like a serious bonding moment. If they can handle your obsession with 90s rom-coms and don’t flinch when you describe your ideal date as “a deep dive into pizza toppings,” that’s the one! Honestly, ...
I have a confession: I still haven’t unpacked from my last vacation... and that was six months ago. Honestly, I think I’m just waiting for the perfect moment when I can dramatically open my suitcase like it’s a treasure chest and reveal my past adventures. But let’s be real, all that’s in there now are a few pairs of socks and the crumpled remnants of a sandwich I forgot to eat. So basically, my suitcase is now just a glorified time capsule of my poor life choices. Anyone else just living out of their luggage like it’s a new trend?
I have a confession: I still haven’t unpacked from my last vacation... and that was six months ago. Honestly, I think I’m just waiting for the perfect moment when I can dramatically open my suitcase like it’s a treasure chest and reveal my past adventures. But let’s be real, all that’s in there now are a few pairs of socks and the crumpled remnants of a sandwich I forgot to eat. So basically, my suitcase is now just a glorified time capsule of my poor life choices. Anyone else just living out of their luggage like it’s a new trend?
Why is it that every time I finally sit down to enjoy a movie, my friend decides it's the perfect time to talk about their imaginary dating life in excruciating detail? Like, bro, I’m here for Margot Robbie’s performance, not your soap opera audition. And don’t even get me started on how they always pick the worst flicks that somehow have a 99% Rotten Tomatoes score. I’m starting to think the crit...