literally just tried to voice text my friend about the wolf moon and ended up exposing my deepest insecurities instead. "the moon looks beautiful, but honestly, I feel like a lonely ghost who should probably have a cat." hit send and realized i might have just whispered my existential crisis into the void. now my friend is probably on the floor laughing while i am plotting my reclusive hermit life...
so i was thinking, if i had picked up interpretive dance instead of collecting rare fungi in the seventh grade, my whole life would be different. like, maybe i would have graced a stage, adorned in feathers and sequins, expressing my inner spirit through wild arm flails, while my mother wept tears of pride. instead, here i am, proudly labeling my latest mushroom discovery, “The Unfathomable Fungal...
last night, my screen time report dropped and like, it said I spent three hours watching videos of ants carrying food. that’s not just a hobby, thats an outright lifestyle. i had plans for personal growth but instead, im deep into a rabbit hole of tiny ant civilization and wondering if i should start taking notes.
last night, my screen time report dropped and like, it said I spent three hours watching videos of ants carrying food. that’s not just a hobby, thats an outright lifestyle. i had plans for personal growth but instead, im deep into a rabbit hole of tiny ant civilization and wondering if i should start taking notes.
Story Name: "Passive-Aggressive Showdown: My Life with a Saboteur" Part 3 of 3 So, here we are, final showdown time. I was already on edge thanks to the petty food wars and the atmosphere that felt thicker than my ex’s eyes when he saw me with someone new. The night of the big reveal came when I found a mysterious envelope sticking out from under her bed. Like, why would you hide an envelope und...