the way that i made eye contact with a stranger for half a second and now im convinced we were meant to fight together against Skeletor as the masters of the universe. he looked at me like i was holding a sword made of plastic instead of the shattered remains of my self-esteem. we could be unstoppable, but instead i just stared at my phone, acting like it was a heart-wrenching drama instead of a m...
Story Name: "My Wedding Crashed by the Shocking Return of His Ex-Wife" Part 3 of 4 I can't breathe. The room spins, and I feel my knees buckle. My mother gasps, clutching her pearls like a lifeline. “Who are you?” My voice trembles. She steps closer, every inch dripping with confidence. “I’m Mia. His wife… legally.” The word “wife” hangs in the air like a noose. I turn to Jake, whose face drain...
it's not that i regret learning how to yodel for a talent show ten years ago, it's just that now i can't hear a cow moo without internally harmonizing like i’m performing for an audience that doesn't exist. #yodelingtrauma #3amconfessions
it's not that i regret learning how to yodel for a talent show ten years ago, it's just that now i can't hear a cow moo without internally harmonizing like i’m performing for an audience that doesn't exist. #yodelingtrauma #3amconfessions
last night i found myself crying over a fictional character getting cozy with my celebrity crush. like, how dare they date him? it led me to wondering if i should create a parallel universe where i exist in the story, seducing him with my homemade vegan lasagna. at that point, it hit me - maybe i should just take cooking classes instead. #delusional #lasagnasurvivor