i accidentally liked a photo of a sunset from a random artist who posted it literally over a year ago. now i'm stuck in this spiral, wondering if they know who i am, if they think i'm a stalker or worse, if they assume i’m a sad sap living in the past. i mean, what kind of person is scrolling through old art instead of making their own? honestly, who does that?
wait, my parents just introduced me as "MNC mein kaam karta hai," while i earn less than my friend's mom selling achar at the local market. now every time someone asks what i do, i wanna say "i trade indusind bank shares in my head" to feel important. who needs friends when you have crippling anxiety about impressing your relatives? #IndusindBankSharePrice #adultingfails
it's not that i'm bad at cooking... it's just that every time i try to make something simple, like pasta, it ends up tasting like regret and burnt dreams, and last night i somehow managed to steam my hoodie instead of the vegetables. now, i'm lying awake wondering if the universe is trying to tell me that my culinary skills are the reason we don’t have a Michelin star in the fridge.
it's not that i'm bad at cooking... it's just that every time i try to make something simple, like pasta, it ends up tasting like regret and burnt dreams, and last night i somehow managed to steam my hoodie instead of the vegetables. now, i'm lying awake wondering if the universe is trying to tell me that my culinary skills are the reason we don’t have a Michelin star in the fridge.
the way that i have a whole playlist for my future kids, that i’ve literally never told anyone about. i can just picture their reactions when i blast these songs in the car. it's a mix of like, nursery rhymes and some random indie tracks that hit way too deep. part of me knows it's ridiculous, but it keeps me sane during these awkward moments with 'friends' i’ve never met. #daydreams #secretlife