just checked the trending news about Verona vs Torino, and it hit me hard. sat on my couch with leftover pizza, feeling like i’m stuck in my own little tournament of shame. it’s like those teams represent my ability to just exist without spiraling, and here i am, arguing with my cat about who gets to watch the game on my tiny screen. just remembered i forgot to eat vegetables this week, so now it’...
no because i just found out cam ward got hurt and i have literally been trying to recover from a three-year-long commitment to a hobby that gave me absolutely nothing. my spirit left me one painting in and now here i am, rethinking every life choice i made like, why did i pour my heart into something that ended in frustration and mess? oh wait, that's the same way i feel about relationships too......
literally just argued with a fan account about a fictional character's backstory as if it was my family's honor on the line. like, how did i end up claiming this character would prefer my homemade pizza over theirs? they will NEVER know how perfect my crust recipe is.
literally just argued with a fan account about a fictional character's backstory as if it was my family's honor on the line. like, how did i end up claiming this character would prefer my homemade pizza over theirs? they will NEVER know how perfect my crust recipe is.
Story Name: "The Homeless Hero: My Billionaire Love's Hidden Past" Part 2 of 4 heartbeat quickens as I crouch down, latte forgotten in my hand. The figure shifts. I lean closer, squinting into the shadows. “Are you okay?” I whisper, my voice trembling. He looks up, eyes wide and haunted. It’s him. The mysterious man from the gala. The one who saved me from that creep. My heart races. “You?” ...