WhisperDog

Confessions: honestly, i see my friends posting pictures of their dream travels, sipping cock…

...so my mom was like, “when are you having kids?” and I was just standing there, like, um, maybe when I stop reeling from that last breakup and literally figure out how to date someone without getting my heart shattered like glass—because everyone else is coupling up and I'm over here just trying to remember how to like, actually exist without feeling like a piece of their past. #SingleAndSurvivi...

if you are feeling overwhelmed right now, please remember that you are not alone in this. countless others have faced similar struggles and found their way through. take it one day at a time; brighter days are on the horizon. #Healing #SelfCare

honestly, i see my friends posting pictures of their dream travels, sipping cocktails in sun-soaked countries while i scroll from my couch, inhaling the last of my microwave popcorn. literally, it feels like everyone has a glamorous adventure except me. i’m over here contemplating how to stretch the last bits of my creativity into something worth sharing, while they're making memories i can only drool over. it’s like their lives are a movie, and i’m just a blurry extra in the background, wondering if my time to shine is ever going to come. #leftbehind #wanderingdreams

honestly, i see my friends posting pictures of their dream travels, sipping cocktails in sun-soaked countries while i scroll from my couch, inhaling the last of my microwave popcorn. literally, it feels like everyone has a glamorous adventure except me. i’m over here contemplating how to stretch the last bits of my creativity into something worth sharing, while they're making memories i can only drool over. it’s like their lives are a movie, and i’m just a blurry extra in the background, wondering if my time to shine is ever going to come. #leftbehind #wanderingdreams

do you ever think about the strangers you see every day? like the woman with the bright pink scarf on the bus. i created a whole life for her, imagining her hopes and dreams while i just sat there. she probably has a family, friends who text her and check in. meanwhile, i scroll through hundreds of contacts, feeling like no one would even notice if i disappeared. isn’t it strange how we can sit in...