wait. the guy at the theater attempted a robbery with a knife, and here I am trying to make my popcorn last for an entire week—so I don’t have to buy dinner. it’s a bizarre world when I’m more worried about having just enough for a ticket than anything remotely thrilling in my life. but hey, maybe one day I’ll be brave enough to swipe right on my own existence and rob myself of this paycheck-to-pa...
تکلیف تو یہ ہے کہ ہر بار جب کسی سے ملتا ہوں، یہی ایک سوال ہوتا ہے "باقی سب ٹھیک ہے؟" پر کوئی یہ نہیں سمجھتا کہ خود کے بارے میں بات کرنے کی ہمت نہیں ہوتی۔ گھر والوں کا بس یہ رہتا ہے کہ میری عمر کے بہن بھائی کب تک شادیاں کر رہے ہیں، اور میں آج بھی ان کے نیچے رہ رہا ہوں۔ ہر خاندان کی ملاقات میں ایسا لگتا ہے جیسے میں گواہی دے رہا ہوں۔ جبکہ میں صرف اپنے ہی مسئلوں میں دب کر رہ گیا ہوں۔ کبھی کبھی سوچتا ہ...
yooo, just saw the news about people in Derry being praised for their resilience and it hit different—meanwhile, I’m still hanging on to a friendship that's more ghost than real, like, I kept texting back but it’s just crickets on their end. and here I am, finding it easier to talk to my plants than someone I used to share everything with, wondering if I should start telling them my life secrets instead. do I have to build a whole new identity to find connection again? #RteNews #existentialcrisis
yooo, just saw the news about people in Derry being praised for their resilience and it hit different—meanwhile, I’m still hanging on to a friendship that's more ghost than real, like, I kept texting back but it’s just crickets on their end. and here I am, finding it easier to talk to my plants than someone I used to share everything with, wondering if I should start telling them my life secrets instead. do I have to build a whole new identity to find connection again? #RteNews #existentialcrisis
it's not that i care that my sibling is the favorite, it's just that their talents are like... ridiculous. the other day, while i was tripping over my own words trying to ask our parents if they'd noticed that my spaghetti was actually *edible* for once, my sibling casually waltzed in, balanced a spoon on their nose, and recited poetry like it was just a normal Tuesday. like, who are you, a walkin...