wait, so i just caught myself spending two hours creating an entire fantasy book series in my head because my last ex used to pretend to care about my stories, and now here i am, narrating them out loud to my plant, and honestly, the plot twists are killing me but also, it is just me in this messy living room, wearing pajamas at three in the afternoon, thinking “maybe plants don’t judge as much as...
it’s not that i care about the latest TikTok dance challenge. it’s just that every time my coworkers gather for a break, they're discussing it like it’s the cure for boredom. meanwhile, i’m stuck wondering if rehearsing my own audition for “coolest adult at the office” will land me a promotion or just a puzzled look. who knew getting old meant comparing step counts instead of dance steps? #TiktokD...
yooo, I just opened my notes app and saw a whole section titled “Famous People I Would Embalm if I Were a Mortician.” like, why is that even a thought in my head? it’s all lined up like a draft for a weird fanfiction, complete with estimated causes of death. if anyone ever saw that, I’d be kicked out of society for sure. but honestly, who wouldn’t want to dress up the rich and famous in their finest funeral attire? I’ve already picked my outfit for the event—gotta stay prepared, right?
yooo, I just opened my notes app and saw a whole section titled “Famous People I Would Embalm if I Were a Mortician.” like, why is that even a thought in my head? it’s all lined up like a draft for a weird fanfiction, complete with estimated causes of death. if anyone ever saw that, I’d be kicked out of society for sure. but honestly, who wouldn’t want to dress up the rich and famous in their finest funeral attire? I’ve already picked my outfit for the event—gotta stay prepared, right?
i spent the entire weekend rearranging my bookshelf. every book represents a version of me I never got to be. the only problem? every time i put one back on the shelf, i forgot who i was before they were there. i finally stood in front of the mirror, rehearsing my acceptance speech for a life i don’t live, when suddenly...