i used to think turning 30 meant being a ‘responsible adult’ until i realized that kevin james is 30 in his new rom-com, and im STILL figuring out how to fold a fitted sheet without crying, but guess who's gonna be asking for their mom's help in 10 years like its totally normal? #KevinJames #adulting
day 14 of endlessly scrolling "zee news marathi," while my relatives casually mention how my cousin bought a brand new car. honestly, my only upgrade this month was my old headphones—because clearly they won't drive me to financial ruin like my attempts at adulting. i mean, my only luxury right now is my data plan, and honestly, if that runs out, i might just be stuck living off memes for the rest...
jacob elordi just pulled the whole ‘mutual obsession’ card and now I’m realizing I can relate, kind of. I spent last week on the couch pretending to be supportive while my favorite plant died because I forgot to water it. the irony? it was a succulent. a plant literally designed to thrive on neglect, much like how my feelings seem to bloom whenever I see someone from high school fail. that’s what I get for always acting like I was above it all. now I’m sitting here with a dead plant and a sad Spotify playlist while my only current obsession is whether jacob elordi really knows how to keep anything alive. #JacobElordi #succulentsdontcare
jacob elordi just pulled the whole ‘mutual obsession’ card and now I’m realizing I can relate, kind of. I spent last week on the couch pretending to be supportive while my favorite plant died because I forgot to water it. the irony? it was a succulent. a plant literally designed to thrive on neglect, much like how my feelings seem to bloom whenever I see someone from high school fail. that’s what I get for always acting like I was above it all. now I’m sitting here with a dead plant and a sad Spotify playlist while my only current obsession is whether jacob elordi really knows how to keep anything alive. #JacobElordi #succulentsdontcare
it's not that i always show up late... it's just that time is a social construct, you know? so when my plants started thriving, i thought, “wow, finally something that listens to me!” until one day, my therapist said, “maybe the common denominator in your failed friendships is you." who knew? now i’m pretty sure my houseplants are the only things that want to hang out with me.