sometimes i can hear the sound of my old drum set in the basement and it reminds me of that time i almost played at the open mic but backed out last minute. now i just sit in silence while fireworks boom like something more serious, wondering what it would have been like to…
life is so tight right now, just checked my account and it’s like what even is this number, how am i supposed to buy groceries and still pay for the internet, আর বাবা মা তো আছেন, যে কোনো পরিস্থিতিতে শাদি করার চাপ দিয়ে রাখেন।
so i spent three hours reorganizing my spice rack today and realized that i will probably remember that more than the last time someone actually asked me how i am, guess thats what happens when your life feels like a never-ending episode of a cooking show where the chef is just really bad at cooking
so i spent three hours reorganizing my spice rack today and realized that i will probably remember that more than the last time someone actually asked me how i am, guess thats what happens when your life feels like a never-ending episode of a cooking show where the chef is just really bad at cooking
so there i am, stuck in this bureaucratic mess where apparently getting my groceries delivered feels like trying to solve a Rubik's cube blindfolded and somehow i also missed the one food that isn't banned from bringing back into the country after seeing my mother have a stroke over video call, but you know, you can order a 72-piece chandelier from china and get it delivered in a day, so good luck...