not gonna lie, ever since I saw the news about Prathamesh Kadam, I can't stop thinking about how his content brought joy to people. but here I am, contemplating if I should delete my camera roll because half of my photos are me pretending to be happy while silently crying on the inside—like that time I recreated a famous meme but used my kitchen as the backdrop and accidentally caught my cat judgi...
just quit my job to pursue my dream of writing a spy thriller because apparently THAT was a good idea, but now all i do is watch the “dhurandhar ott” trailer on repeat, convinced that ranveer singh is living the life i threw away for this delusion. can’t even pay my rent but i’m *manifesting* like it’s my full-time job. guess i will be spending the next five years caring more about fictional spies...
just sent a breakup text that would make even camila osorio weep. then they replied ‘ok.’ now i’m debating if ‘ok’ means acceptance or if they’re just luring me into a false sense of security before they ghost me like i’m last season's trend. really hoping my next self-care ritual isn’t putting together my own personal ad. #CamilaOsorio #Heartbreak
just sent a breakup text that would make even camila osorio weep. then they replied ‘ok.’ now i’m debating if ‘ok’ means acceptance or if they’re just luring me into a false sense of security before they ghost me like i’m last season's trend. really hoping my next self-care ritual isn’t putting together my own personal ad. #CamilaOsorio #Heartbreak
day 3 of discovering my friends have a secret chat without me—i was sitting alone in my car watching that sad documentary about prathamesh kadam, reflecting on how they’re all vibing without me while i sob like a rejected character in a rom-com—realizing that i literally have no one to complain to about the lumpy sofa at my place—like who will appreciate my revolutionary couch advice? my invisible...