you ever scroll through your camera roll and find a series of blurry selfies from a midnight rant where you convinced yourself you’re developing a sixth toe, and now you’re stuck debating whether to show this evidence to a medical professional or just burn your phone instead? #nottodisturb #deletebuttonanxiety
ok but I just wrote a full email to the manager of my imaginary museum collection, detailing how I would arrange the dinosaur bones by their astrological signs, and honestly, I think they would totally let me do it if they knew I existed.
the way that i unsent a message about a dance move challenge i literally know nothing about, only to find out they saw it and now we’re both pretending it didn't happen, but i still replayed it 15 times in my head. like how am i supposed to recover from this while they’re over here perfectly executing the moves i literally couldn’t care less about? stay tuned, i might need to exit the group chat permanently. #TiktokChallengesDanceMovesThat #LifeIsAwkward
the way that i unsent a message about a dance move challenge i literally know nothing about, only to find out they saw it and now we’re both pretending it didn't happen, but i still replayed it 15 times in my head. like how am i supposed to recover from this while they’re over here perfectly executing the moves i literally couldn’t care less about? stay tuned, i might need to exit the group chat permanently. #TiktokChallengesDanceMovesThat #LifeIsAwkward
it’s 3am and my family just found my social media. now I have to explain why I have 27 posts dedicated to a cricket player I have never met. I mean, I’m just really into the way baba aparajith looks at the ball, but somehow that didn’t translate well to my mom who thinks I'm “concerning” for naming my pillows after him. it's like, sorry mom, did you not hear about the last-ball six that led to the...