just heard about the maruti stock dip while imagining how i’d totally style an epic fashion shoot at my imaginary car launch. like, literally had a vision board with models and fresh air, but now i’m just sitting here in sweats, spiraling over life choices and how my daydreams will always be cooler than my reality. so, who needs a car when you can manifest unfulfilled dreams, right? #Maruti #Livin...
it’s not that my life is a disaster, it’s just that the fifteen empty cereal boxes and three rolls of duct tape decorating my living room are part of my new minimalist aesthetic. like, what do you mean I shouldn’t be eating soup directly from the can while also pretending i am on a cooking show? that's just how one prepares for the big leagues.
why does my heart race every time i think about how i just crafted the perfect IKEA bookshelf from scratch and my roommate hasn’t even acknowledged my achievement? like, it took hours and all they can muster is a ‘lol’ after ignoring my genius for three days? it’s fine, i’ll just hang out with my beautifully organized shelves and hold an acceptance speech for their unwavering support.
why does my heart race every time i think about how i just crafted the perfect IKEA bookshelf from scratch and my roommate hasn’t even acknowledged my achievement? like, it took hours and all they can muster is a ‘lol’ after ignoring my genius for three days? it’s fine, i’ll just hang out with my beautifully organized shelves and hold an acceptance speech for their unwavering support.
wait, so there I was, knee-deep in existential dread, debating whether I should reorganize my sock drawer for the seventh time this month, when I stumbled across a SALE on something absolutely ridiculous. I ended up buying a neon pink cricket bat. never played a day in my life. just figured it was the universe telling me to *feel something* while I watch the Perth Scorchers vs Melbourne Renegades ...