wait, so i just read that NATO chief is telling Europe to keep dreaming about defending itself without the US, and it hit me like the time I thought my best friend could babysit my emotional baggage but she couldn’t even handle a group chat without freaking out. honestly, who am I to criticize, right? I'm over here re-checking my ex's profile like he's some kind of life coach. should’ve left him b...
literally, i just nod and smile at the guy on the bus who talks about his vintage vinyl collection, but like, does he not see the way i flinch every time he mentions his collection of obscure records from the seventies? honestly, i just think, who even listens to kazoo remixes of classic rock? like, i pretend to appreciate it while inside, i’m questioning every life choice that led me to this mome...
do you ever just stare at your kale and quinoa salad and think, like, “who am I trying to impress?” I spent thirty minutes on this aesthetic lunch, but the only applause I get is from the microwave I’m now just using as a counter decoration. it’s literally wild how I can turn chopping vegetables into an existential crisis. am I serving my body or pretending to be a Pinterest board?
do you ever just stare at your kale and quinoa salad and think, like, “who am I trying to impress?” I spent thirty minutes on this aesthetic lunch, but the only applause I get is from the microwave I’m now just using as a counter decoration. it’s literally wild how I can turn chopping vegetables into an existential crisis. am I serving my body or pretending to be a Pinterest board?
i just checked the social media of a guy i once debated the merits of pineapple on pizza with in a high school cafeteria – why? maybe to confirm he hasn’t become a gourmet chef or something, but it turns out he’s just posting pictures of his cat, dressed as a hot dog – and somehow, my life feels like it’s lost to him entirely, and my hypothetical plan to steal his cat and adopt it under the alias ...