i just found out León lost and honestly, i can't help but think it's the perfect metaphor for my life. i keep scrolling their social media, hoping to find some kind of inspiration, but all it does is remind me how my team — which is basically my dreams — keeps crashing and burning. my friend keeps posting about celebrating their wins while i'm still over here figuring out what to do with my medioc...
i was stressing about planning my ramadan meals—totally rehearsing this epic phone call with my neighbor to swap recipes like, “hi, i know we haven't talked since the awkward barbeque in twenty-twenty-one but can you give me your go-to soup recipe for breaking fast?” but instead, i somehow blurted out that i’d decided to start a vegan ramen food truck—news flash: i don’t even own a pot—so here i a...
yooo, ever sit back and realize your "best friend" sold you out to the group over a rumor that they literally made up? like, how can you lie about something so silly just to feel important? i still can’t believe they thought people would side with them. should i feel hurt or amused that they went that far for attention? bruh, honestly, what's next, a book deal for their wild imagination?
yooo, ever sit back and realize your "best friend" sold you out to the group over a rumor that they literally made up? like, how can you lie about something so silly just to feel important? i still can’t believe they thought people would side with them. should i feel hurt or amused that they went that far for attention? bruh, honestly, what's next, a book deal for their wild imagination?
honestly, my dad has been throwing around “hamare zamane mein” so much, i can practically recite it in my sleep. like, yaar, i get it, you had to walk uphill both ways to school in the snow or whatever, but can we just acknowledge that the world is different now? it’s wild how his idea of success hinges on things like 'stable jobs' when everything is falling apart around us. i mean, bank nifty ana...