yooo, saw the news about brad arnold and felt this weird gut punch. my best friend always said his songs got her through the breakup we had over a year ago. now, it’s like a finality. we grew apart, and I became everyone's therapist instead of letting anyone in. ان گونگ ہر بار مجھے پتا چلتا ہے کہ کوئی واقعی سمجھتا نہیں. just lost in my own mess, scrolling through old playlists. makes me wonder if ...
so there i was, sitting alone at my family reunion, surrounded by couples announcing their latest home renovations, while i was just trying to figure out how to connect my new phone to the wifi. they couldn’t even let me sit down for five minutes before asking why i'm still single, as if it’s not obvious that the only love life i have is with my Google Pixel 10a which, at least, won't ghost me. my...
yooo, so here I am, living the dream—or, you know, whatever version of it I’m currently stuck in. I’m juggling a side hustle that involves hand-painting tiny figurines—yes, those ridiculous little guys you see in craft stores—while my main job pays for, like, my basic human necessities. Bruh, I was sitting there at 3 AM last week, totally ignoring my life choices, with paint on my face, thinking maybe I could just pass as modern art. Long story short, my boss walked in on me covered in paint, and I had to explain that this was the ‘new workplace vibe.’ Moral of the story? Turns out nobody wants to join your quirky side hustle when it’s awkwardly underfunded, yet your coworker will ask for a painted gnome by the end of the day.
yooo, so here I am, living the dream—or, you know, whatever version of it I’m currently stuck in. I’m juggling a side hustle that involves hand-painting tiny figurines—yes, those ridiculous little guys you see in craft stores—while my main job pays for, like, my basic human necessities. Bruh, I was sitting there at 3 AM last week, totally ignoring my life choices, with paint on my face, thinking maybe I could just pass as modern art. Long story short, my boss walked in on me covered in paint, and I had to explain that this was the ‘new workplace vibe.’ Moral of the story? Turns out nobody wants to join your quirky side hustle when it’s awkwardly underfunded, yet your coworker will ask for a painted gnome by the end of the day.
yaar, when I heard about brad arnold's passing, it hit differently. like, here’s a guy whose music captured everything I felt but could never express. matlab, I remember belting out his songs in my car while crying over someone who had my heart but never held it. now I’m here, watching people move on, while I still feel stuck in a loop, replaying old melodies. one moment they are singing their hea...