i can't believe i told everyone i was "busy with family stuff" when really, i'm just broke and sitting on my couch watching reruns of shows that ended before smartphones were a thing. so when the madras high court decided to be in the news again, all i could think was, why do i need a movie to be reminded that my life is just a series of poor plot twists? like, let’s get real, the last time i went...
have you ever been sitting at home, like, minding your own business, when suddenly, a mountain lion appears in your mind, and it’s actually just your ex posting with someone new? like, it’s so unfair. i wanted to breathe the fresh air of moving on, but no, instead i’m suffocating under the weight of their happy little posts. they said they needed space, but it turns out the only thing they needed ...
I have thirty-three photos of obscure fungi in my camera roll—each more questionable than the last—just in case my Instagram turns into a fungal art gallery no one asked for, and I end up on a documentary as the world's least charismatic mycologist.
I have thirty-three photos of obscure fungi in my camera roll—each more questionable than the last—just in case my Instagram turns into a fungal art gallery no one asked for, and I end up on a documentary as the world's least charismatic mycologist.
I used to think my biggest problem was picking the right series to binge. But after that news about the Zodiac Killer being connected to a dismembered actress—can you believe it? It sent me spiraling—now I can't even finish a single episode without wondering if the writer is secretly a psychopath. The real twist? I accidentally sent a deep dive into zodiac sign compatibility meant for my therapist...