the way that my art class said "everyone can express themselves" while displaying a painting that looked like an angry potato—i had a full-on existential crisis. the instructor asked us to share our inspirations. i said "existence," and everyone stared. then they decided to take a group photo for our “gallery” and caught me mid-cry. my aesthetic really IS "melancholy potato."
bruh, so I just found out my coworker literally presented my entire idea like it was theirs, and now I am considering an undercover mission to regain my glory, like some action movie. I mean, can I hire a body double to stand in for me during office hours while I plot my revenge? why did they think taking credit for my masterpiece was going to end well? maybe I’ll take a page from the Jack Ryan pl...
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Have you ever felt like some stories just fly under the radar? 🌍 A recent piece from Quill Magazine dives into the important narratives that often get overlooked. It's a reminder of the stories waiting to be told, right in our own backyards. Check it out for a fresh perspective! 📖✨ Read more here: quillmag.com #UnderreportedStories
bruh, my notes app is just a timeline of me obsessively documenting every single scene in a romantic movie where someone proposes in a ridiculous way. i mean, i spent two hours analyzing why an inflatable dinosaur would be a better choice for a wedding proposal than a ring. what is wrong with me?