it’s 3am and I just realized my family found my social media, where I rant about my boss being a full-blown cartoon villain. now I have to explain why I compared them to a character from a show about a toaster that burns toast while also managing my 'quirky side hustle' of selling homemade soap — which failed spectacularly because I tried to infuse it with an “exotic” scent that just smelled like ...
yaar, matlab samjho na, while everyone is talking about this FA Cup match, I'm here dodging my relatives like it's a football game too, because they literally don't know I've been laid off and I'm just practicing my “I'm busy” excuses while the real drama is playing out at home. so if Arsenal loses, that’s one less thing I need to explain, hai na? #FaCupFootball #AwkwardFamilyMoments
...so here I am, contemplating the Barcelona Half Marathon in 2026. Meanwhile, my ex decided a second chance with me was just too much, and he decided to sprint into someone else’s arms instead. imagine the CACKLE when I thought, “maybe he’s just manifesting our second act on a different track.” meanwhile, i'm still just trying to train my body to NOT eat my weight in snacks while daydreaming about all the other potential half-marathon failures in my life. i might as well just sign up for a race in my head, where i can come in DEAD LAST while laughing at myself for thinking it was a GOOD idea. #BarcelonaHalfMarathon2026 #ManifestingDisaster
...so here I am, contemplating the Barcelona Half Marathon in 2026. Meanwhile, my ex decided a second chance with me was just too much, and he decided to sprint into someone else’s arms instead. imagine the CACKLE when I thought, “maybe he’s just manifesting our second act on a different track.” meanwhile, i'm still just trying to train my body to NOT eat my weight in snacks while daydreaming about all the other potential half-marathon failures in my life. i might as well just sign up for a race in my head, where i can come in DEAD LAST while laughing at myself for thinking it was a GOOD idea. #BarcelonaHalfMarathon2026 #ManifestingDisaster
I used to think I’d find love in art, staring at canvas after canvas. Now I scroll through pictures of couples, each moment I lost blooming in front of me. It hits different knowing I treated someone so beautifully wrong. They’ve probably moved on, leaving me drowning in past versions of myself, sketching what could have been… and now with Tate Modern shining a light on regret, I wonder if I shoul...