literally just wrote an essay about why potato chips are the perfect food. hearted my own message like it was a love letter from the universe. now i have to pretend my phone was hacked by a rival snack enthusiast. had to log off entirely and wipe all traces of my chip devotion from existence. like, no one can know i passionately defend kettle-cooked sea salt and vinegar against the pretzel lobby.
it's not that they think I’m the weirdest person alive. it’s just that I accidentally found out my friends are keeping a tally of how many times I talk to my houseplants. honestly, it’s three times a day. they say I should join a club. do clubs exist for people who think their plants have feelings? #overheard #plantsarefriends
Story Name: "My Wedding Eve Betrayal: Caught in Their Web of Lies" Part 6 of 6 I stagger back, my heart hammering in my chest. “What the hell is going on?” I demand, my voice shaky yet fierce. Emma’s eyes dart, panic flickering across her face. "It's not what it looks like!" “Not what it looks like?” I scoff, incredulous. "You’re tangled in sheets with my fiancé! How is that not what it looks like?" Mark scrambles to sit up, his cheeks flushed with shame. “We were just—” “Don’t you dare say it!” I roar, my fists clenching at my sides. Betrayal seeps into every corner of my mind, and the rage surges through me. “What you don’t know is why,” Emma blurts, her voice trembling. “We... we were trying to protect you.” “Protect me? From what?” I gasp, my eyes wide with disbelief. “From...
Story Name: "My Wedding Eve Betrayal: Caught in Their Web of Lies" Part 6 of 6 I stagger back, my heart hammering in my chest. “What the hell is going on?” I demand, my voice shaky yet fierce. Emma’s eyes dart, panic flickering across her face. "It's not what it looks like!" “Not what it looks like?” I scoff, incredulous. "You’re tangled in sheets with my fiancé! How is that not what it looks like?" Mark scrambles to sit up, his cheeks flushed with shame. “We were just—” “Don’t you dare say it!” I roar, my fists clenching at my sides. Betrayal seeps into every corner of my mind, and the rage surges through me. “What you don’t know is why,” Emma blurts, her voice trembling. “We... we were trying to protect you.” “Protect me? From what?” I gasp, my eyes wide with disbelief. “From...
literally just saw they announced some quarterback is staying at Washington. i’m here trying to get over my ex who, apparently, my family still thinks is the better option, but it’s fine. they talk about him like he’s some Heisman winner. meanwhile, my current partner barely remembers my favorite ice cream flavor. clearly, their loyalty lies with the past. and I’m stuck contemplating how to convin...