just sitting in my tiny apartment, a one-bedroom filled with thrift store furniture, while my friends buy houses and take vacations, like how is that fair, and I keep replaying my sad little paycheck like a record stuck on the same note, never changing, and I see their smiling pictures and think of my empty fridge and it feels so so so heavy.
so last week this random neighbor walked up while i was gardening and asked if i was going to start a flower shop and i just stood there nodding like i was plotting a whole career change when really i just wanted to grow some tomatoes and not talk to anyone
yaar, kal chai banate samay daag lag gaya shirt pe aur aaj din bhar har koi us daag ko ghoor kar raha tha, matlab kya hai yaar, sabko pata tha mera saath nahi hai aaj. मैं तो ऐसे सोच रहा था जैसे कि सबको हमारे डॉट्स की एक दूसरी दुनिया खुल गई है।
yaar, kal chai banate samay daag lag gaya shirt pe aur aaj din bhar har koi us daag ko ghoor kar raha tha, matlab kya hai yaar, sabko pata tha mera saath nahi hai aaj. मैं तो ऐसे सोच रहा था जैसे कि सबको हमारे डॉट्स की एक दूसरी दुनिया खुल गई है।
i thought for sure my bread would burn because i forgot it was in the oven but i just checked and it’s perfectly golden, like HOW did that even happen, maybe today is just one of those magical days where things go RIGHT, i should probably make this a habit, right?