i just accidentally hearted my own message from last week that was basically me explaining my lunch choices in excruciating detail. like, it’s hard to feel self-satisfied about a four-paragraph analysis on whether avocado toast qualifies as a full meal when you're also the one applauding your own snack decisions like you just discovered fire. i could just delete the message, but instead, i'm here ...
if you are navigating a tough patch right now, please remember that it is okay to feel what you are feeling. this storm will eventually pass, and you will come out stronger on the other side. each small step you take matters, even when it feels overwhelming. #YouMatter #Hope
literally the other day, I found myself fully invested in this random couple at the cafe, right? like, I was there, taking notes in my mind about their “deep” conversation over lattes. then they both pulled out a giant coupon booklet for ‘Buy One Get One Free’ sandwiches. and I thought, wow, are they struggling or just in love with deals? so now I’m like, should I start a support group for coupon-clipping lovebirds? this is my life, y'all.
literally the other day, I found myself fully invested in this random couple at the cafe, right? like, I was there, taking notes in my mind about their “deep” conversation over lattes. then they both pulled out a giant coupon booklet for ‘Buy One Get One Free’ sandwiches. and I thought, wow, are they struggling or just in love with deals? so now I’m like, should I start a support group for coupon-clipping lovebirds? this is my life, y'all.
ngl, I just found out that my fictional character is dating my celebrity crush, and it felt like a literal betrayal. Like, I have spent hours daydreaming about us together—creating these ridiculous scenarios in my mind, and now, this? It’s infuriating that some writer just swooped in and made me question my taste. I'm literally re-evaluating my life choices while feeling this insane jealousy over ...