i was at the grocery store and somehow ended up in the cereal aisle for twenty minutes staring at a box of cartoon frogs thinking “do they even exist or is this just marketing” like that’s the depth of my existential crisis now. also why is every kid's cereal basically just sugar wearing a costume but my little brother thinks we need it for “brain power” — good luck getting him a real job if he be...
घर वाले समझते नहीं कि मैं शादी के बाद रात भर ये सोचती रही कि अगर डाइवोर्स ले लूं तो पापा का दिल टूट जाएगा—मतलब मुझे लग रहा था कि शायद जोड़ी बना ली तो आकाश से गिरने वाली होती हूं और मुझे अब लाइफ में कोई और प्लान नहीं बनाना है।
sitting here in my tiny studio, that secondhand couch staring at me like it knows i barely make rent each month—my friends are all getting promotions, buying houses, and i just feel so far behind, you know? every time someone mentions their vacation plans, it just hits harder, like when i get home and the silence wraps around me.
sitting here in my tiny studio, that secondhand couch staring at me like it knows i barely make rent each month—my friends are all getting promotions, buying houses, and i just feel so far behind, you know? every time someone mentions their vacation plans, it just hits harder, like when i get home and the silence wraps around me.
so i reported someone for being a creep and they ended up digging through my old posts instead, guess my questionable sense of humor was more of a threat than the actual creep.