not gonna lie, I keep scrolling past articles about Yahya Abdul-Mateen II landing roles I’ll never get, while I'm just here googling the best excuse to keep texting my ex who told me I was "too much." yesterday, I found a half-eaten sandwich in my fridge from a week ago and thought, if I can still hold on to that, I can hold on to them, right? #YahyaAbdulmateenIi #lifechoices
no because i just realized forgiving someone feels a lot like putting your trust in a used car. you think it's going to be fine, but every time you turn the key, you brace yourself for that engine to sputter. here i am, nodding along in meetings like netanyahu negotiating peace talks, while all i can think is that this person could throw me under a bus for lunch money any day now. #Netanyahu #Toxi...
last night, i was trying to figure out why my plants keep dying. turned out, it might be me and not the soil. you ever water a plant while saying, “i’m sorry for the last time i neglected you” and then think, “wait, am i talking to the plant or my parents?” funny how i keep making the same mistakes, but hey, at least yahya abdul-mateen ii is thriving out there with his Wonder Man gig. who needs a green thumb when you can blame family dysfunction, right? #YahyaAbdulmateenIi #chaos
last night, i was trying to figure out why my plants keep dying. turned out, it might be me and not the soil. you ever water a plant while saying, “i’m sorry for the last time i neglected you” and then think, “wait, am i talking to the plant or my parents?” funny how i keep making the same mistakes, but hey, at least yahya abdul-mateen ii is thriving out there with his Wonder Man gig. who needs a green thumb when you can blame family dysfunction, right? #YahyaAbdulmateenIi #chaos
ok but, I literally rearranged my entire living room to avoid running into my ex who was the couch. no, seriously, I just didn’t want to see the spot where we had our last fight every day. honestly, I feel like I'm in an intense game of Tetris with my furniture while simultaneously apologizing to my lamps for the chaos. turns out the worst breakup is with a couch that refuses to let go of the past...