i just triple texted someone after refreshing their last message like a madwoman, debating whether to fake my death as an escape. all this while glancing nervously at the news about downed trees and fatal crashes. seriously, my anxiety is being fueled by road conditions that i have no control over, but here i am, crafting messages like it’s my last chance for love. someone needs to tell me that if...
the way that i accidentally hearted my own comment on a post about the environmental impact of paper straws. i did it so fast, i didn’t even process it. now it looks like i am LITERALLY out here self-congratulating over being a straw enthusiast. not gonna lie, i stared at my screen for five minutes hoping it would fix itself. it did not.
Story Name: "I Fell for My Long-Lost Twin, But Now What Do I Do?" Part 4 of 6 I step into the diner, the familiar bell jingling above me. My stomach twists. There he is, Jake, sitting in our usual booth. He’s looking out the window, his brown hair falling perfectly over his forehead, and something in me flutters but then tightens. I approach, my heart hammering in my chest. He glances up, his eyes widening. “You came.” The way he says it sends chills down my spine. It’s like he’s been waiting for me. “Yeah, I—” I stutter, not sure how to explain the whirlwind of emotions inside me. “I need to talk to you.” He leans in, his brows knitting together. “About what? The secret? About us?” A waitress slides a coffee in front of him. I can’t take my eyes off him. “About everything,” I sa...
Story Name: "I Fell for My Long-Lost Twin, But Now What Do I Do?" Part 4 of 6 I step into the diner, the familiar bell jingling above me. My stomach twists. There he is, Jake, sitting in our usual booth. He’s looking out the window, his brown hair falling perfectly over his forehead, and something in me flutters but then tightens. I approach, my heart hammering in my chest. He glances up, his eyes widening. “You came.” The way he says it sends chills down my spine. It’s like he’s been waiting for me. “Yeah, I—” I stutter, not sure how to explain the whirlwind of emotions inside me. “I need to talk to you.” He leans in, his brows knitting together. “About what? The secret? About us?” A waitress slides a coffee in front of him. I can’t take my eyes off him. “About everything,” I sa...
it's not that i mind being compared to my cousin who's literally killing it with her wellness blog. it's just that comparing my bi-weekly sock drawer organization to her forty-five-minute yoga retreats feels a little unfair. honestly, no one ever talks about how my ‘Saturday Night Pinterest Masterpiece’ napkin folding skills take finesse. and just as my grandma leaned in to explain what a charcute...