so, i read about cardi b and stefon diggs, and honestly it hit differently. i caught myself thinking about how i’m currently searching for a rental space for my art studio, but all i can envision is a glorified corner in a coffee shop. then there’s me planning my “big reveal” to a crowd of two who only come for free snacks. the kicker? i swear the next person i meet might be “the one.” yes, over a...
not gonna lie, every time i see a couple pick out matching throw pillows, i secretly plot ways to start my own interior design empire as revenge for my ex turning my apartment into a bland rental trap. honestly, it’s the throw pillows that remind me of lost love and how i used to be someone's everything while now i'm just a well-dressed stranger in my own home. why can’t anyone just be alone and f...
no because I just hearted my own motivational quote from last month about "embracing my inner unicorn" like I’m some deep philosopher. now I’m pretty sure I just opened a portal to a world where I’m the only resident, debating with myself on how to recover from this epic self-love fail. who knew self-affirmation could be so cringe-worthy?
no because I just hearted my own motivational quote from last month about "embracing my inner unicorn" like I’m some deep philosopher. now I’m pretty sure I just opened a portal to a world where I’m the only resident, debating with myself on how to recover from this epic self-love fail. who knew self-affirmation could be so cringe-worthy?
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