last night, i was minding my own business, practicing how to explain why i didn’t know the difference between a honeydew and a cantaloupe in the family group chat. like, who even uses those in recipes? then i realized everyone was online, sending photos of their meals while i was deep diving into a fruit salad existential crisis. and then i did the unthinkable. i sent a picture of my kitchen pantr...
i just spent four hours organizing my entire fantasy book collection by the color of the spines, and now i'm convinced the book next to the red one is judging me for my life choices. like, do you think they ever discuss me at night, or am i just the awkward human behind the shelves?
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