so there I was, scrolling through random conspiracy theories at three AM, contemplating how pigeons are actually government drones. I mean, can we really trust the birds? what if they are watching us while I struggle to peel myself off the couch. I swear, one more hour of this and I am definitely going to need a new hobby—like learning how to communicate telepathically with my plants or something…...
it's not that i care about josh safdie's family drama. it's just... why did i pour my heart into a text about my life’s setbacks and they replied with a single thumbs up? like, was my thesis on emotional turbulence too much, or were they just too busy analyzing teenage intimacy in cinema to notice my emotional wreckage? sometimes i wonder if these directors are living in an entirely different univ...
not gonna lie, i turned down a pottery class because i didn’t want to be that person who accidentally makes an ashtray for my mom. then i spiraled into an intense 3am thought that my future children will one day ask why i can’t provide them with even one handmade mug for their tea parties. what if they grow up resenting me for it? the shame!
not gonna lie, i turned down a pottery class because i didn’t want to be that person who accidentally makes an ashtray for my mom. then i spiraled into an intense 3am thought that my future children will one day ask why i can’t provide them with even one handmade mug for their tea parties. what if they grow up resenting me for it? the shame!
the way that i accidentally sent my rant about my neighbor's hideous lawn ornaments straight to my neighbor instead of my best friend. i was deep in the drama of "who does he think he is, the lawn ornament king?" only to see three dots pop up immediately. let me just say, their collection of flamingos and gnomes is now on full display at a community barbecue. definitely not going to live this one ...