i just calculated how many times i’ve watched the same cooking video and realized its basically the same amount of time it’d take me to save for my dream kitchen. im sitting here surrounded by ramen and unwashed dishes, wondering if i should just give up and invest in a life-sized cardboard cutout of Christian McCaffrey instead. at least then i could pretend im training for the culinary Olympics. ...
it's not that i didn’t want to take the blame for the broken vase, it's just that i panicked. it was a family heirloom, and who even knew what “that vase” meant to my roommate? instead of confessing, i let them take the fall. now every time i see them dusting the shelves, i cringe, knowing it was really my fault while pretending to be supportive. when it rains, it pours, and here i am hoping my gu...
last night, while reorganizing my entire collection of vinyl records to fit in a spot where they can be appreciated, i realized i’ve become someone who listens to music they don’t even like just to impress someone who didn’t even notice. like, i sold my soul for the sound of other people’s expectations and now my life just plays on shuffle.
last night, while reorganizing my entire collection of vinyl records to fit in a spot where they can be appreciated, i realized i’ve become someone who listens to music they don’t even like just to impress someone who didn’t even notice. like, i sold my soul for the sound of other people’s expectations and now my life just plays on shuffle.
yooo, it’s February and everyone is talking about those damn horoscopes. I spent two hours today Googling if it's "my time" to shine or just another excuse to pick up all the emotional baggage I dropped. honestly, I'm not even doing the thing I'm supposed to do this month, like budgeting or saving up. I'm literally in the chaos of scrounging for just a moment of peace in my head, only to find out ...