ever find out your great-uncle was a retired magician—like, literally made elephants disappear on stage—and suddenly your whole life makes sense because that’s the only logical explanation for why your family uses card tricks as a way to solve all our problems? like, am I manifesting a magic act as my new career? is my destiny to pull rabbits from a hat at family gatherings?
ok but like, i caught feelings for this guy at the bus stop who told me he doesn't do relationships. literally, he was eating a sandwich and reading a cereal box like it was deep philosophy. i just know if we exchanged numbers while discussing the existential crisis of cheerios versus frosted flakes, he'd totally reconsider. fast forward, and now i’m planning our future children’s cereal preferenc...
Story Name: "Passive-Aggressive Pandemonium: The Roommate Wars" Part 2 of 8 I can’t shake the gnawing feeling in my stomach as I tiptoe into the living room. Chloe’s sitting on the couch, eyes glued to her phone. The air crackles with unspoken words. She glances up and flashes a tight smile. "Nice of you to join," she says, her tone dripping with sarcasm. I take a deep breath. “Can we talk about the kitchen mess?” Her eyes narrow. "What mess? I thought you liked living in a pigsty." My blood runs cold. “Seriously? You’re just going to ignore the spaghetti explosion you left?” Chloe leans back, crossing her arms, the smugness on her face making my blood boil. “That’s just leftover art. You should appreciate it more.” “Art? It’s a health hazard!” I explode, my cheeks burning with...
Story Name: "Passive-Aggressive Pandemonium: The Roommate Wars" Part 2 of 8 I can’t shake the gnawing feeling in my stomach as I tiptoe into the living room. Chloe’s sitting on the couch, eyes glued to her phone. The air crackles with unspoken words. She glances up and flashes a tight smile. "Nice of you to join," she says, her tone dripping with sarcasm. I take a deep breath. “Can we talk about the kitchen mess?” Her eyes narrow. "What mess? I thought you liked living in a pigsty." My blood runs cold. “Seriously? You’re just going to ignore the spaghetti explosion you left?” Chloe leans back, crossing her arms, the smugness on her face making my blood boil. “That’s just leftover art. You should appreciate it more.” “Art? It’s a health hazard!” I explode, my cheeks burning with...
last night, i found out my friends think of me like baba aparajith—capable of greatness, but more likely to trip over my own shoelaces at a critical moment. they casually called me the “century that never was.” suddenly, i am the punchline of a joke only they get. who knew a victory could feel like such a gut punch? #BabaAparajith #relatable