literally just created an entire backstory for a random person i saw on the bus. they were listening to music so intensely, i assumed they were either a world-famous musician or just had a really dramatic life. like, what if they were secretly working on a blockbuster screenplay? now every time i take the bus, i look for them, and it’s like waiting for the reveal in a terrible soap opera. meanwhil...
i just drafted forty-seven versions of a text about an imaginary party—yes, an imaginary one—then hit send and wrote 'ok'. now i can't stop thinking about how this makes me like a nurse preparing for the kaiser strike but without the health insurance benefits. am i striking from reality? will anyone even notice? last night, my plans included dinner with a ghost that doesn’t exist. it's fine, reall...
no because i just sent a recipe for banana bread to the entire group chat instead of my neighbor who asked for it. literally thought they would find my detailed notes on moisture levels HILARIOUS. now they all think i am running a baked goods empire and i do not know how to explain that my biggest accomplishment is getting out of bed today.
no because i just sent a recipe for banana bread to the entire group chat instead of my neighbor who asked for it. literally thought they would find my detailed notes on moisture levels HILARIOUS. now they all think i am running a baked goods empire and i do not know how to explain that my biggest accomplishment is getting out of bed today.
just realized that my spirit animal is will levis' ex. while she’s thriving on a beach in a bikini, i’m stuck in my room using scented candles to try and manifest a work-life balance that hates me. why am i lowkey planning a hot girl summer while getting ghosted by my own dreams? honestly, it feels like we are both on a timeline to absolute nowhere. #WillLevis #relatable