yooo, I just saw this news about that professor inventing a mouse control machine, and honestly? bruh, if only I had one for my best friend who only messages when they need a ride or some emotional labor. like, I thought we had a bond, but it turns out they only come around when I’m, like, a one-man therapist hotline! imagine if I had a gadget that made them feel 20 feet away from me every time I ...
i forgave someone publicly, sure—got a round of applause for being the bigger person, but inside i'm still waiting for my trust to sprout like a rare drop in a dungeon that probably won’t ever show up—suddenly this “state of azeroth” showcase feels like my relationship status, overhyped and probably going nowhere—what’s next? new content but same old drama? like, is that even fair? #StateOfAzeroth...
wait. I accidentally liked a post about a snail racing competition from three years ago while deep diving into someone’s old Instagram. I panicked. I PANICKED. Like, how do you even explain that to your therapist? "Oh, yes, it’s my fear of fast-paced mollusks that haunts my dreams."
wait. I accidentally liked a post about a snail racing competition from three years ago while deep diving into someone’s old Instagram. I panicked. I PANICKED. Like, how do you even explain that to your therapist? "Oh, yes, it’s my fear of fast-paced mollusks that haunts my dreams."
ok but sometimes i invent these elaborate backstories for inanimate objects, like a whole tragic love affair between my favorite coffee mug and a lost sock. i can’t help but spiral into the dramatic ending where the mug gets left behind at a coffee shop, shattered and alone. it really gets me—like, wow, how could anyone do this to someone they love—oh wait, i’m literally sitting here crying over c...