it's not that i don't care about how they are—it's just that i decided to stop checking in when they never bothered to ask how i was doing, like i’m a walking advertisement for emotional neglect—so now i’m officially invested in whether the rockets win tonight because honestly, if kevin durant can make a comeback, maybe i should, too. the stakes feel the same, but i'm not sure if my heart is ready...
it’s three a.m. and i’m on day fifty-seven of daydreaming how my life would look if i’d accidentally adopted a hedgehog and named him ‘Mr. Prickles’... while also preparing for the inevitable fallout of him having a secret life as a ninja assassin. it’s getting weird when my mom walks in asking why i’m crying, and all i can say is “you wouldn’t understand, Mr. Prickles just killed the wrong person...
ever manifest something so hard you even started practicing a handstand because “the universe supports my upside-down perspective”? then you fall flat, land on your face, and the only thing that moves is your cat judging you from the corner, just a reminder that the real process is me staring at my vision board while scrolling through dog memes. #delusionalmanifesting #upside-downlife
ever manifest something so hard you even started practicing a handstand because “the universe supports my upside-down perspective”? then you fall flat, land on your face, and the only thing that moves is your cat judging you from the corner, just a reminder that the real process is me staring at my vision board while scrolling through dog memes. #delusionalmanifesting #upside-downlife
literally sent a detailed message about my existential crisis to the wrong group chat. instead of my therapist, it went to my book club. now they think I’m reading too deeply into the symbolism of toasters in contemporary literature. guess I wont be joining them for brunch any time soon. #overthinkersunite #lifechoices