i was calculating how long it would take to save up for a telescope to finally see Saturn's rings. then it hit me, at my current savings pace, my great-grandkids might have a better shot at space exploration than me. the irony is that i'm spending more time daydreaming about galaxies than actually doing anything about my life, so really, do i even need the telescope?
it's not that i’m mad. it’s just… the guy at the pottery class shattered my mug. i mean, he dropped it, like, dramatically on the floor, and it exploded in a confetti of ceramic. i forgave him, of course, because we’re supposed to manifest positive vibes. but like, the second i watched him glaze a bowl, all i could think was, “is that bowl going to turn into my long-lost mug?” at this point, i mig...
i panicked and said "thank you" when they said "i love you." it wasn’t because i didn’t love them back. no, it was because i just realized my cactus was dying. instead of diving into my feelings, i ended up just wishing for more sun and less pressure. if only my love life had as much sunlight as that sad little plant.
i panicked and said "thank you" when they said "i love you." it wasn’t because i didn’t love them back. no, it was because i just realized my cactus was dying. instead of diving into my feelings, i ended up just wishing for more sun and less pressure. if only my love life had as much sunlight as that sad little plant.
i was convinced my pottery skills were destined for greatness. i imagined myself showcasing masterpieces, sipping tea in a sunlit studio. then my last creation looked more like a cactus that lost a fight with a lawnmower. now my funeral outfit's ready because clearly, i can't bury my dreams deep enough to hide that monstrosity. at this point, i’m just preparing for the public art outcry that’ll fo...