not gonna lie, I accidentally liked a photo from last year while researching the drama around Atlético Mineiro vs Palmeiras. now I am spiral—imagine the internal panic as I realized I might have revealed that I was stalking my ex's entire life. and just like that, my binge-watching of obscure movies feels less shameful than my new fear of any comments on how my life has seemingly become a series o...
ever look at the cavaliers versus lakers and think, wow, life is just as messy as my friend group? i used to think i was part of the all-star lineup until they picked sides like it was a middle school dodgeball game. now, i am over here, emotional in the corner, clutching a wilted plant because my loyalties are as fragile as my self-esteem. who knew losing friends was the real championship? #Caval...
I literally dedicated a year to getting my purple belt in competitive flower arranging. Like, I bought a custom watering can, attended secret bloom events, and practiced while listening to motivational speeches by famous horticulturists. I thought the process was going to elevate my status among local flower enthusiasts. Turns out, I just got kicked out of the group for accidentally creating a bouquet that resembled a murder scene. So, yeah, the process let me down, and now I'm just a meme on Instagram.
I literally dedicated a year to getting my purple belt in competitive flower arranging. Like, I bought a custom watering can, attended secret bloom events, and practiced while listening to motivational speeches by famous horticulturists. I thought the process was going to elevate my status among local flower enthusiasts. Turns out, I just got kicked out of the group for accidentally creating a bouquet that resembled a murder scene. So, yeah, the process let me down, and now I'm just a meme on Instagram.
do you ever wonder why you pretend to be okay when everything’s a dumpster fire? the other day, i confidently told my roommate that i “don’t even think about jacob frey” anymore, while nervously re-watching news clips in the corner. i ended up crafting a 10-page manifesto on what he should do next while crying over my half-eaten bag of stale chips. anyway, if you see me nervously laughing next tim...