last night i went down a rabbit hole looking for obscure Landry Shamet fan art and ended up saving over 30 images, half of which were obviously illegal to explain in court. like, why do i have a digital shrine dedicated to a role player who doesn't even know i exist? my friend called and heard me mumbling about my "landry shamet aesthetic," and i had to fake a sudden cough to get out of it. now i'...
the way that i just checked the social media of a guy who I literally saw eating an entire family-sized lasagna alone in his kitchen three days ago, and now i’m pretending he’s some sort of enigmatic culinary genius in my head.
i just presented an entire five-minute pitch to my houseplant about the virtues of urban gardening. got really into it. it responded with a single fallen leaf, and all i could say was, “okay, that makes sense.”
i just presented an entire five-minute pitch to my houseplant about the virtues of urban gardening. got really into it. it responded with a single fallen leaf, and all i could say was, “okay, that makes sense.”
just sent a heartfelt text to break things off, you know, pouring my soul out like a failed poetry reading, and all they replied was 'ok.' honestly, if i had a euro for every time i felt more emotional than a footballer during a last-minute penalty, i could probably buy myself a lifetime supply of regret and one ticket to that real madrid match where they probably have better communication skills ...