literally just found out that my side hustle is paying for my life now, while I’m over here still deciding if Casper Ruud is cuter than my last date. so I’m basically drowning in this successful fantasy where I’m a millionaire and have a perfect tennis player boyfriend who doesn’t know I exist. honestly, my real life just can’t compete. #CasperRuud #unhingeddreams
the way that i quit my job to pursue my passion for painting because it would bring me joy, and now i'm at home watching a news story about a FIRE in the bronx while staring at a canvas that's still just a white void, questioning all my life choices. so is it normal to miss the *security* of a cubicle more than the dream of painting sunsets no one will ever see? #Bronx #ExistentialCrisis
literally just spent three months training my potato plant to become a part of my emotional support system. i would talk to it about my day, compliment its leaves, even gave it a little name. then i harvested it and made fries. honestly, how did nobody warn me that nurturing something just to eat it feels like betraying a friendship?
literally just spent three months training my potato plant to become a part of my emotional support system. i would talk to it about my day, compliment its leaves, even gave it a little name. then i harvested it and made fries. honestly, how did nobody warn me that nurturing something just to eat it feels like betraying a friendship?
wait. i can't sleep because i'm replaying a scenario in my head where i awkwardly ask the grocery store clerk about their favorite cereal and then—plot twist—they go off on a passionate rant about cereal mascots and how one time they tried to save a fallen Tony the Tiger statue during a snowstorm—now i'm lying awake wondering if this will actually happen and if I should start researching breakfast...