it’s 1am and i just spent an hour scrolling through the Hinkle Magic hashtag, thinking about the time my college roommate made me wear a Butler jersey to a game. we lost, i ended up face down in the snow, and now every time Butler plays, i check their social media like my future depends on it. it’s not that deep, but here i am, obsessively trying to relive the glory days. if this team doesn’t pull...
it’s 3am and i just bought a used boomerang because it was ‘on sale.’ i don’t know how to throw a boomerang. what am i gonna do, start a boomerang league? my life choices are officially a mess. #NiceVsStrasbourg #LifeDecisions
not gonna lie, i just spent my last paycheck on a neon llama lamp that i don’t even need, while my entire shoe collection consists of holes in my current pair. but you know what? at least the llama lights up the darkness of my financial ruin and creates a vibe for my emotional breakdowns.
not gonna lie, i just spent my last paycheck on a neon llama lamp that i don’t even need, while my entire shoe collection consists of holes in my current pair. but you know what? at least the llama lights up the darkness of my financial ruin and creates a vibe for my emotional breakdowns.
Story Name: "Ghosted: The Haunting of Date Night" Part 4 of 6 I clear my throat, trying to shake the chill creeping up my spine. “Jake?” The silence hangs heavy. He doesn’t turn. I take a step closer, and my stomach flips. The tension in the room is almost tangible, like static before a storm. “What are you doing?” I ask, my voice trembling. Suddenly, he spins around, his face pale, eyes wide...