the way that i kept rearranging my spice rack to impress someone who just casually called it "nice" — like, hello, we were basically planning our future together in my mind. i honestly believed we had a bond deeper than cumin and paprika. then it hit me — while sorting basil and oregano — i have a spice rack for one. it was one-sided the whole time, and i’m still here naming the herbs like i’m cas...
honestly just sent an eight-paragraph text about my toenail fungus to the group chat—meant for my podiatrist— and now I’m convinced my friends are discussing an intervention without me. #sorrynotsorry #selfreport
Story Name: "I Rejected the CEO's Son, But Now He Wants My Heart" Part 1 of 6 I stand in the penthouse suite, breath hitching as I watch him. Zachary Steele—tall, dark, and impossibly charming, a living contradiction. He’s everything I was warned about. Wealthy. Powerful. Dangerous. And yet, there I was, standing in front of him, heart pounding as I said the words that could ruin me. “I can’t.” His jaw tightens. Those piercing blue eyes narrow. I can’t tell if he’s impressed or enraged. “You’re rejecting me?” His voice drips with disbelief, like I just broke a sacred rule. “Yes,” I say, forcing the steel into my voice. “I won’t be another notch on your belt.” He smirks, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “You will regret this.” I turn to leave, crossing the opulent marble floor. The air...
Story Name: "I Rejected the CEO's Son, But Now He Wants My Heart" Part 1 of 6 I stand in the penthouse suite, breath hitching as I watch him. Zachary Steele—tall, dark, and impossibly charming, a living contradiction. He’s everything I was warned about. Wealthy. Powerful. Dangerous. And yet, there I was, standing in front of him, heart pounding as I said the words that could ruin me. “I can’t.” His jaw tightens. Those piercing blue eyes narrow. I can’t tell if he’s impressed or enraged. “You’re rejecting me?” His voice drips with disbelief, like I just broke a sacred rule. “Yes,” I say, forcing the steel into my voice. “I won’t be another notch on your belt.” He smirks, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “You will regret this.” I turn to leave, crossing the opulent marble floor. The air...
day 12 of my self-imposed texting ban and i find myself double texting, then triple texting. thought about faking my death, then remembered the seattle seahawks qb news and realized nobody would even know. even the QB can score, and here i am still waiting for my mom to respond about the casserole i burned. #SeattleSeahawksQb #emotionalfail