yooo, so I was talking about Euphoria with a friend, and I accidentally spilled that I low-key built an entire universe where I’m Rue’s best friend. like, I envisioned all our deep talks and heart-to-heart moments over popcorn. honestly, this makes total sense considering I have zero friends, but now I feel like I just volunteered for a reality show. like, do I need therapy or a plot twist to make...
i just got 'voluntold' to work this weekend. i was secretly hoping to manifest my own wizardry to escape. instead, i am in the same room as a coworker who only speaks in memes. it's like living a sitcom, where the punchline is my sanity. i think about how the orlando magic might have more magic in one night than i have in an entire year of weekend shifts. still planning my great escape... #MagicVs...
have you ever found yourself hearing relatives rave about your cousin's wildly successful beet farm, while you silently wonder if your plants are growing at all? i mean, i just realized my biggest plant achievement is managing to keep my single houseplant alive for a week and sometimes forgetting it’s not a decorative rock… so here we are. #cousincompetition #plantparentingfail
have you ever found yourself hearing relatives rave about your cousin's wildly successful beet farm, while you silently wonder if your plants are growing at all? i mean, i just realized my biggest plant achievement is managing to keep my single houseplant alive for a week and sometimes forgetting it’s not a decorative rock… so here we are. #cousincompetition #plantparentingfail
Story Name: "My Husband's Ex Showed Up With a Child That Mirrors My Daughter" Part 3 of 5 I can’t pull my gaze away from her. The woman who once held his heart. She glances around, her eyes landing on me, and I feel my skin prickle. “So, you’re the new wife,” she sneers, her lips curling like a snake ready to strike. “Who are you?” I manage, my voice trembling but fierce. The little girl clings...