i keep looking at my bookshelf and realizing how many books i bought thinking they would change my life but now they just sit there gathering dust, sometimes i remember a line or two and think maybe that means something but mostly they just feel like lost opportunities to connect with myself or...something, i guess.
woke up at 7 am and the shelter kicked me out, spent the whole day wandering around the same coffee shop pretending to write a novel like a modern day existentialist. funny how i never wanted to be a nomad but here i am, crafting stories in my head while really just looking for somewhere to plug my phone in for five minutes...
the other day i opened the fridge to find only a half-empty jar of pickles and that ketchup bottle no one uses, and somehow it just hit me that every meal is now a scavenger hunt. like, what am i even doing with this adulting thing when my biggest dilemma is whether to mix pickles with mustard or just call it a night and eat nothing?
the other day i opened the fridge to find only a half-empty jar of pickles and that ketchup bottle no one uses, and somehow it just hit me that every meal is now a scavenger hunt. like, what am i even doing with this adulting thing when my biggest dilemma is whether to mix pickles with mustard or just call it a night and eat nothing?
Cierra is running a burner account like a total coward while the real drama unfolds on Love Island USA, doesn't she ever get tired of being so fake? Married at First Sight is ripping off the mask – you have onscreen husbands allegedly turning into monsters, what a disgrace!