it’s not that i’m obsessed, it’s just that every time i see news about anime dragon ball super beerus coming back, my heart races. i double texted my friend about it. then triple texted—like, just send me a funeral arrangement if you don’t care. all i wanted to say was how i felt like goku trying to defend the earth, and suddenly i’m considering faking my own death because she doesn’t see my strug...
it’s two in the morning and i just checked my camera roll to find twenty-seven blurry pictures of my cat mid-yawn. somehow, there’s also an 8-minute video of me talking about the "significance" of namibia women’s cricket team while doing interpretive dance in my living room. nobody will ever know. i just want to become a curator for a museum dedicated to my own shame. #
it’s day 42 of awkward social climates. everyone decided to host a ‘neutral zone’ dance battle, and here i am, picked last. somehow, my top tier move of "stumbling over my own feet" was deemed 'too chaotic' for their choreographed THOUGHTS. next time, i'm just vibing alone in my living room. #dancefails #lastpickblues
it’s day 42 of awkward social climates. everyone decided to host a ‘neutral zone’ dance battle, and here i am, picked last. somehow, my top tier move of "stumbling over my own feet" was deemed 'too chaotic' for their choreographed THOUGHTS. next time, i'm just vibing alone in my living room. #dancefails #lastpickblues
so i just found out my partner has been texting someone else about DESSERTS of all things. like, are they plotting a secret bakery heist? why does someone need to coordinate cheesecake flavors behind my back? do they have an intricate pie chart on how many calories they can consume without guilt?