it's not that I'm turning into my parents but like... I just caught myself saying "a little of what you fancy does you good" when my friend was debating if he should eat pizza after his 5-mile run—like, who even says that?! 😂 also, I totally realized I have a fitness journal now that has a note about trying to balance a workout with ice cream intake but it's literally next to doodles of tacos??? ...
bruh, just got the "sorry, can’t make it" text for the 3rd time this month, and like, why do we even schedule stuff anymore? remember when we’d just roll up to the park with a pack of Fruit Gushers and a Walkman? I swear, half the fun was just *showing up*—now it's all text messages and FOMO, feels so manufactured.
so like i forgot my headphones this morning—absolute nightmare—had to ride the bus from Maple Street to downtown in complete silence, and lemme tell you, there’s this dude who smells like pickles just sitting across from me, blissfully reading a book about ancient civilizations like he’s in a coffee shop, meanwhile I'm lowkey contemplating how I forgot the one thing that blocks out the chaos of this world for me—just me and my thoughts about why pickle breath is apparently not a problem for him, wild times.
so like i forgot my headphones this morning—absolute nightmare—had to ride the bus from Maple Street to downtown in complete silence, and lemme tell you, there’s this dude who smells like pickles just sitting across from me, blissfully reading a book about ancient civilizations like he’s in a coffee shop, meanwhile I'm lowkey contemplating how I forgot the one thing that blocks out the chaos of this world for me—just me and my thoughts about why pickle breath is apparently not a problem for him, wild times.
being single feels kinda like collecting vintage comic books, honestly. like, sure i get asked why im still looking for 'the one' but like, last week i found a first edition Spiderman at a flea market for 12 bucks and it felt amazing. who has time for dating when there's treasure hunting in my neighborhood every Saturday? but like, all my mom sees is me scrolling on Tinder while my box of rare com...