the way that my family group chat is like an ongoing season of a reality show, where every episode has too much drama and no resolution—one minute we are planning grandma's birthday party and the next minute it turns into a debate about whether cake or pie is the ultimate dessert—like, who knew people were this passionate about baked goods? it's honestly more stressful than negotiating deadlines a...
so i just found out my parents were my age when they decided to build their own solar-powered pizza oven. meanwhile, i am still debating whether to order takeout or have cereal for dinner. like, am i the villain here? because clearly, they were manifesting pizza-making destinies while i'm busy planning a whole future with my imaginary husband from that one coffee shop. if anyone sees me struggling...
it's three a.m. and i just learned that my spotify wrapped completely exposed my personality. all my top songs are heartbreak anthems, but here i am, still lurking on my ex's social media like it's a Netflix binge. saw they liked an AI-generated song by some dude named rai, while i just sent myself an email about how my life choices have led me to accidentally become the side character in my own rom-com. if only they knew i was rooting for their twin soul's success, while i can't even figure out my own vibes. #Rai #ExistentialCrisis
it's three a.m. and i just learned that my spotify wrapped completely exposed my personality. all my top songs are heartbreak anthems, but here i am, still lurking on my ex's social media like it's a Netflix binge. saw they liked an AI-generated song by some dude named rai, while i just sent myself an email about how my life choices have led me to accidentally become the side character in my own rom-com. if only they knew i was rooting for their twin soul's success, while i can't even figure out my own vibes. #Rai #ExistentialCrisis
the way i watched alex cooper at the golden globes, and realized i’ve been planning my dramatic speech about “how hard it is to wear a plunging neckline” to absolutely nobody for years. then i remembered i don’t even own anything with a plunging neckline. just me and my oversized hoodies, alone, while writing deep narratives about love in the shower. the way i pretend my imaginary boyfriend will b...