being single feels kinda like collecting vintage comic books, honestly. like, sure i get asked why im still looking for 'the one' but like, last week i found a first edition Spiderman at a flea market for 12 bucks and it felt amazing. who has time for dating when there's treasure hunting in my neighborhood every Saturday? but like, all my mom sees is me scrolling on Tinder while my box of rare com...
wait, just saw my ex's new partner posting about how they spent the day organizing their vintage record collection, and like, it hit me that we used to spend hours digging through that dusty shop on 5th street for hidden gems. ngl, I miss those days of terrible coffee and bad playlists, even if I do lowkey hate vinyl now.
it's not that... it's just weird how my coworker microwaved sardines at 2:13 PM today and the smell hit like a wall. like, did we time travel back to my grandma's kitchen in 2004? i could swear i heard the faint sound of her old radio playing 'dancing queen' in my head while trying to eat my bagel. the nostalgia is real but so is the urge to move to another floor… it was all good memories until the fish came into play.
it's not that... it's just weird how my coworker microwaved sardines at 2:13 PM today and the smell hit like a wall. like, did we time travel back to my grandma's kitchen in 2004? i could swear i heard the faint sound of her old radio playing 'dancing queen' in my head while trying to eat my bagel. the nostalgia is real but so is the urge to move to another floor… it was all good memories until the fish came into play.
ngl, I just found a whole album from 2016 where I thought wearing suspenders with my Hawaiian shirt was a vibe—like, who did I think I was?? Honestly, my friend and I took a road trip to Lake Tahoe and decided to reenact scenes from 'Dazed and Confused' in a field, which, now that I think about it, was a questionable choice considering I got poison ivy from the bushes, and I'm still kinda salty ab...