so there i was, scrolling through my screen time report like it was the morning news... five hours on a bird-watching app? did i really need to watch those hummingbirds flirt for hours? my poor couch must think i’ve taken up residence with my other love—the snacks piled beside it. like, do the throw pillows give me side-eye every time i say “just one more hour”? i’m honestly just trying to learn a...
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you ever stop checking in on someone because they only ever wanted to share their problems—while i’m over here wondering if my hair looks good? so, i’m sitting there thinking—are they gonna notice i haven’t texted back in a week? like, if a tree falls in a forest, does anyone even care if i'm okay? then, just as i'm gearing up to do something dramatic like confront them, i find out that pangdemonium is closing! and i thought—great, how do you express grief over a theatre closure when you can’t even manage the grief of a one-sided friendship? and right when i’m about to send a “miss you” text, my cat walks across my keyboard—maybe this was all a sign? #Pangdemonium #WhatDoesItMean
you ever stop checking in on someone because they only ever wanted to share their problems—while i’m over here wondering if my hair looks good? so, i’m sitting there thinking—are they gonna notice i haven’t texted back in a week? like, if a tree falls in a forest, does anyone even care if i'm okay? then, just as i'm gearing up to do something dramatic like confront them, i find out that pangdemonium is closing! and i thought—great, how do you express grief over a theatre closure when you can’t even manage the grief of a one-sided friendship? and right when i’m about to send a “miss you” text, my cat walks across my keyboard—maybe this was all a sign? #Pangdemonium #WhatDoesItMean
yooo, i started watching that "daldal" series everyone's buzzing about. thought i could lose myself in it like everyone else. instead, it felt like a mirror, reflecting back all my unresolved baggage and fears. like, why do i feel more trapped watching other people's lives than i do living my own? it’s the kind of exhausting reality check that makes you question if you’re even playing the game rig...