they think my closet is filled with designer clothes — I smile and nod while inside I'm wearing the same four outfits, rotating like a sad carousel. I manifest abundance every night, praying the universe slips me a winning lottery ticket while my heart races over an overdue bill. every time I swipe my card, I pretend it’s full of magic money, but the reality is just desperation mixed with delusion...
yooo, so I was sitting there, admiring my succulent collection, right? it was all peaceful until I realized I'm basically one weird emotional attachment away from confessing feelings to someone who insists they don’t do relationships. and then it hit me—what if my plants have more stability than this person? like, at least my cacti don't ghost me when I water them.
Can you speake arabic
Can you speake arabic
honestly, the news about the new lego project hail mary hit me hard. why? because I’m that person who tries to build relationships like they're legos, and every time I get close, it feels like I'm two pieces that don't fit. have you ever spent hours on something only to realize you were using pieces from a totally different set? I once got dumped over a misunderstanding about a sandwich order, and...