just found out anastasia potapova doesn't do relationships. here i am, pining for someone who literally said they want to remain unbothered while watching her matches like it's the biggest love story of the century. meanwhile, i'm planning my future with a ghost who keeps serving up heartbreak. when did being a fan of a player feel like being in love with an unavailable person? #AnastasiaPotapova ...
ok but the minute they said they needed space, I dove headfirst into creating a vision board for a life I could only dream of. meanwhile, they’re posting about their new friendship with someone who probably knows all the secrets I never shared. now I'm here, surrounded by my crafty magazines and overpriced markers, plotting out a future where my phone has the Apple iPhone 18 Pro. maybe I will desi...
literally just remembered that i have a whole notes file titled "Weddings That Might Happen" because i watch too much reality TV and think i can manifest it. i have Venus Williams’ wedding plans listed next to a note on how to hide all my skeletons while wearing a funeral outfit for my inevitable return to reality. now, my family thinks i’m planning to elope or something while i can’t even decide what to order for dinner. stay tuned for the "never happened" reception when i realize nobody asked about my existential crisis and my only guest is my cat. #VenusWilliams #WeddingWoes
literally just remembered that i have a whole notes file titled "Weddings That Might Happen" because i watch too much reality TV and think i can manifest it. i have Venus Williams’ wedding plans listed next to a note on how to hide all my skeletons while wearing a funeral outfit for my inevitable return to reality. now, my family thinks i’m planning to elope or something while i can’t even decide what to order for dinner. stay tuned for the "never happened" reception when i realize nobody asked about my existential crisis and my only guest is my cat. #VenusWilliams #WeddingWoes
my boss said we're like family before announcing no raises this year. like, I can’t decide if I want to cry or put a "wish you were here" postcard on the bulletin board. the last time I felt this kind of betrayal, I accidentally liked my ex's high school graduation photo while scrolling and ended up texting him about it, which spiraled into a six-hour conversation about missed connections and brok...