literally spent all day organizing my bookshelf by color. actually thought it would spark joy, right? wrong. it felt like a betrayal when I realized I’m just one overstuffed shelf away from a literary avalanche. I can’t believe I put my trust in those spine labels when they’re clearly just as chaotic as my life. #bookwormproblems #shelfrage
no because I just realized that my Spotify Wrapped paints a portrait of me that I didn't even want to see—it's like scrolling through a gallery of my deepest regrets and unhealed wounds, and now I find myself blasting Andrew Ranken's music while sobbing over decisions I made last year that feel like a lifetime ago—how did I become that person who drowns in melancholy melodies instead of facing lif...
i smiled a little too hard when they tripped over their own ego. every time i scroll past their posts, flaunting the latest gizmo, it feels like a punch to the gut. meanwhile, my biggest accomplishment today was remembering to water my cactus. it’s funny how the people you thought were invincible end up just as human, isn't it? but i still can't shake the feeling of being the forgotten extra in someone else's success story.
i smiled a little too hard when they tripped over their own ego. every time i scroll past their posts, flaunting the latest gizmo, it feels like a punch to the gut. meanwhile, my biggest accomplishment today was remembering to water my cactus. it’s funny how the people you thought were invincible end up just as human, isn't it? but i still can't shake the feeling of being the forgotten extra in someone else's success story.
not gonna lie, yaar, i was just trying to enjoy the chai at the function when my aunty started probing about marriage like it’s a cricket match. cousins flexing their new cars, and i'm just here, daydreaming about health insurance because i don’t even have a decent job, matlab kya zindagi hai na. there’s me, wondering if i should mention i can’t even afford auto fare, but instead, i just smiled an...