i wonder if everyone just assumes my bank account looks as good as my Spotify playlists. i scroll through my feed, seeing friends post about "self-care splurges," while i’m over here negotiating with my fridge about whether yesterday's leftovers can last one more day. nobody talks about how owning a vintage typewriter just feels like having an expensive doorstop, right? sometimes i feel like i’m p...
so there we were, both of us pretending we didn’t just stumble upon my search history like it was a crime scene. imagine “how to attract butterflies using scented socks” and “is it normal to talk to inanimate objects?” as my most recent conquests. my cheeks were burning, and I could tell they were suppressing laughter like it was a national security issue. in that moment, I felt like a romantic hero from a sitcom, lost in the art of being wildly absurd, just manifesting my quirky soulmate in a sea of embarrassment.
so there we were, both of us pretending we didn’t just stumble upon my search history like it was a crime scene. imagine “how to attract butterflies using scented socks” and “is it normal to talk to inanimate objects?” as my most recent conquests. my cheeks were burning, and I could tell they were suppressing laughter like it was a national security issue. in that moment, I felt like a romantic hero from a sitcom, lost in the art of being wildly absurd, just manifesting my quirky soulmate in a sea of embarrassment.