last night i watched a documentary about the guy who plays the big brother in The Blind Side. spent the whole time reminiscing about my broken dreams. here i am, sitting alone, eating a box of cold leftovers, and wondering if quinton aaron will get up faster than i will after tripping over my own hopes. should have trusted my instincts. now i’m just wondering who’s going to save me from my own lif...
ok but just found out my parents had everything together by the time they were my age, including a home library filled with first editions. meanwhile, my book collection is mostly my ex's half-finished novels from 2019 and a cookbook for instant ramen. #adultingfail #literarydisappointment
day 14 of organizing my sock drawer and my parent walked in, arms crossed, staring at the chaotic color scheme i crafted. they said, "i’m not mad, i’m just disappointed" - and it hit me like a slap across the face. i looked around at my “art installation” of mismatched patterns, realized my life choices could be questioned over socks, and then muttered, "sorry, but these do NOT clash, they tell a story."
day 14 of organizing my sock drawer and my parent walked in, arms crossed, staring at the chaotic color scheme i crafted. they said, "i’m not mad, i’m just disappointed" - and it hit me like a slap across the face. i looked around at my “art installation” of mismatched patterns, realized my life choices could be questioned over socks, and then muttered, "sorry, but these do NOT clash, they tell a story."
not gonna lie, I turned down an offer to join a group pottery class. then I found out they were getting really into it. like, they’re making fancy bowls and possibly having a renaissance art moment. meanwhile, I just Googled “how to make a paper plate” because my printer’s been updated and I literally can’t even find the settings anymore. and yes, it’s because of that emergency Windows eleven upda...