Day 27 of eating cereal for every meal, because I quit my stable job to pursue… juggling flaming swords. It sounded so artistic at 2am, but now I’m just praying my smoke alarm doesn’t start an uprising in the middle of the neighbors’ bingo night. Turns out, passion doesn’t pay for groceries. Who knew?
no because—here I was, convinced I’d end up with the avocado toast crowd in this split from our friend group, but instead I find myself munching cold pizza alone in a back alley while they’re brunching on overpriced mimosas—turns out I didn’t even make it to either side; I just became the tragic mascot of our chaos.
Maamo
Maamo
it’s not that i thought it’d be easy to save for a life-sized replica of the moon, it’s just... who knew my spare change would only add up to a small crater? now i’m just staring at the kitchen wall like it owes me an explanation for why my dreams won’t fit in my pocket.