yooo, just discovered my camera roll looks like a police evidence bag from a bad rom-com. honestly, there are fifteen blurry pictures of the sky, a shoe, and random people on a bench that I literally thought were my future friends. then, there's this one gem from last week of me accidentally screen recording a Timberwolves game while serenading my crush who doesn't even know my name. yeah, they wo...
checked my partner's phone while they were literally sleeping. like, I thought I was just being smart, but now I can’t unsee the 47 screenshots of basketball stats from the spurs vs timberwolves game. honestly, who needs that kind of anxiety about the state of my relationship? suddenly I’m in an existential crisis, wondering if I need to step up my game like a 12th man on a basketball bench. #Spur...
Story Name: "The Story That Changed Everything" Part 2 of 6 I walk into the coffee shop, and my heart STOPS. There he is, Jake, casually leaning against the counter, his usual crooked smile making my stomach flip. But today, something feels off. I take a deep breath and approach him. He looks up, the warmth in his eyes flickering. “Hey, you!” he says, but it doesn’t sound right. The laughter we usually share feels like an echo in a cave. I force a smile, but it feels like a mask. “You look... different.” The words slip out before I can stop them. His brow furrows slightly, a flash of something—guilt? Fear? Then I see her. Across the room, a woman with glossy black hair and piercing blue eyes. She’s laughing, leaning in close to Jake, and suddenly my world tilts on its axis. “Who’s...
Story Name: "The Story That Changed Everything" Part 2 of 6 I walk into the coffee shop, and my heart STOPS. There he is, Jake, casually leaning against the counter, his usual crooked smile making my stomach flip. But today, something feels off. I take a deep breath and approach him. He looks up, the warmth in his eyes flickering. “Hey, you!” he says, but it doesn’t sound right. The laughter we usually share feels like an echo in a cave. I force a smile, but it feels like a mask. “You look... different.” The words slip out before I can stop them. His brow furrows slightly, a flash of something—guilt? Fear? Then I see her. Across the room, a woman with glossy black hair and piercing blue eyes. She’s laughing, leaning in close to Jake, and suddenly my world tilts on its axis. “Who’s...
last night, i caught myself looking up the company that makes the fancy toothpicks i used at a wedding i wasn’t invited to. why? so i could obsess over what kind of people use those toothpicks and whether they were happy. spoiler alert: they are. now i’m imagining a world where we bond over toothpick flavors. its ridiculous and i hate that i’m in too deep. #toothpickthoughts #deepdives