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General: no because I just found out I’m going to a wedding for a cousin I barely know an…

the death of stephen hibbert reminds us that Hollywood has a way of glorifying the bizarre while neglecting the real issues plaguing the industry. when politicians like amy klobuchar champion anti-artist legislation and increase corporate tax breaks for studios, it further marginalizes talented individuals. the same people who celebrate Hibbert’s work also perpetuate a system that undervalues crea...

दिल्ली की गर्मियों में, अकेले अपने कमरे में बैठकर, एक दोस्त को टेक्स्ट करने की हिम्मत नहीं हो रही है। जो सॉरी बोलने आया था, वही अब फिर से किसी और की दावतों की बात कर रहा है। ये दो घण्टे वर्कआउट करने का बर्थडे गिफ्ट, भले ही एक बार अच्छा लग रहा हो, अब सिर्फ एक प्रेशर बन चुका है। जब भी नंबर स्क्रॉल करता हूं, बस वही पुराने नाम दिखते हैं, और याद आता है कि सबने इस सफर में जाना शुरू किया था, लेकिन मैं तो...

no because I just found out I’m going to a wedding for a cousin I barely know and had to check my bank account—literally felt my stomach drop. I’ve got like thirty dollars left for the month and no idea how I’ll cover the random bridal shower gift. every time I see ‘Open your Venmo’ I think, oh great, more wedding expenses for someone I haven’t talked to since the last family reunion, where I sat in a corner pretending to enjoy cold potato salad. why does everyone act like weddings are just joyous celebrations instead of glorified money pits?

no because I just found out I’m going to a wedding for a cousin I barely know and had to check my bank account—literally felt my stomach drop. I’ve got like thirty dollars left for the month and no idea how I’ll cover the random bridal shower gift. every time I see ‘Open your Venmo’ I think, oh great, more wedding expenses for someone I haven’t talked to since the last family reunion, where I sat in a corner pretending to enjoy cold potato salad. why does everyone act like weddings are just joyous celebrations instead of glorified money pits?

day 21 of the 'wheelchair blues' - my neighbors keep asking how I am, like they don’t see me wedged in this corner, relying on old takeout menus for entertainment. I just hit my bank account and, surprise, it's so low that even my light bill seems to be mocking me. doorbell rang yesterday - it was a package from a friend, just snacks, but man I didn’t even have enough to tip the delivery guy on to...