yooo, so i’m scrolling through my group chat and everyone's posting their favorite Arijit Singh songs like we’re preparing for an emotional rollercoaster or something. i get the vibe, i really do, but my brain hit send on a voice note meant for my mom about how my coworker still steals my lunch and now everyone's responding like they’re going to plan a “pray for my lost sandwich” event. bruh, now ...
i took up beekeeping because apparently it's 'good for your soul' and now i can’t step outside without worrying if a bee is watching me like it’s the audience of my life’s worst comedy show. do they judge my flower choices? are they snickering at my failed attempts to connect with them? turns out, trusting the process means getting stung when the only sweet thing i wanted was honey, not existentia...
i literally let my cousin take the blame for breaking my dad's vintage guitar because i didn't want to lose my turn in a dance-off. like, what is a family heirloom compared to the eternal glory of showing off my six-second dance skills? now i feel like i should send my cousin a fruit basket or something for their silent sacrifice while i’m over here in a totally viral moment. #familyloyalty #dancefirstthinklater
i literally let my cousin take the blame for breaking my dad's vintage guitar because i didn't want to lose my turn in a dance-off. like, what is a family heirloom compared to the eternal glory of showing off my six-second dance skills? now i feel like i should send my cousin a fruit basket or something for their silent sacrifice while i’m over here in a totally viral moment. #familyloyalty #dancefirstthinklater
no because when I heard about Tricia McLaughlin literally biting a Border Patrol agent’s finger, I had this weird flashback to my own friend group - they always said I had a “bitey” personality. like, did they mean I was aggressive or that I’m secretly a zombie? anyway, I took this vibe to my next game night - decided to role-play as a hyper-aggressive character who bites literally everything. eve...