not gonna lie, my life hit a breaking point at this holiday dinner. imagine a family gathering turning into a 'your life choices' intervention. while i’m over here trying to dodge comments about my career, uncle rick decides to reference that gaffe by gabriel magalhães like it’s the ultimate life metaphor. he literally said “you keep gifting goals to the universe like that dude gifted one to Bourn...
ok but I just sent the most bland text imaginable after crafting a confession about my life crisis for an hour. like, I’m literally trying to impress a guy who thinks Juventus FC is a fashion label. meanwhile, I can’t even figure out how to pair socks in the morning. can you believe he probably never even saw my carefully curated three-part text about my existential dread? why do I keep doing this...
it's not that i’m devastated, it’s just hard watching someone post about their new plant on social media after they told me they needed space to "grow." excuse me, did my love get swapped for a monstera? the leaves look great but i can’t help but wonder who’s watering what. #plantparenting #whereistherooting
it's not that i’m devastated, it’s just hard watching someone post about their new plant on social media after they told me they needed space to "grow." excuse me, did my love get swapped for a monstera? the leaves look great but i can’t help but wonder who’s watering what. #plantparenting #whereistherooting
ok but I just had a whole argument in my head with someone about how they should totally respect journalists. I mean, do you know how many times I’ve had to defend myself against random strangers in the comments section on posts about society? then I caught myself whispering “that is absolutely ridiculous” as I played out the drama in my brain. and now—now I'm actually angry at them for something ...