it's not that my holiday dinner turned into an intervention about my life choices, it's just that i casually brought out my 'forgotten talents' spreadsheet to impress my family. turns out, they'd rather discuss my thirty failed attempts at baking that chocolate cake than hear about my plans to open a dog yoga studio. so there i was, listening to everyone declare my relationship with food as 'toxic...
yooo, reading about that guthrie kidnapping makes me think about how quick everything can vanish. one minute, you are living your life, juggling work, and hiding behind social media, and the next, someone you care about is just gone. i once lost my childhood friend during a random night out. i keep replaying our last conversation. we joked about our families, and the pressures of life. suddenly, t...
the way that people are hyped about johans victory really gets to me. i scroll through my feed and watch everyone flaunt their success while i still can’t decide if microwaving frozen pizza counts as cooking. my neighbor just bought a new car, and i still haven’t replaced the broken taillight on mine. you know that feeling where everyone’s posting their accomplishments and i’m just here, chatting with my houseplants like they’ll give me some sage advice? one day, i’ll make it. but right now, i feel like i’m stuck in a rerun of a show i never wanted to watch. #JohanGhazali #strugglesreal
the way that people are hyped about johans victory really gets to me. i scroll through my feed and watch everyone flaunt their success while i still can’t decide if microwaving frozen pizza counts as cooking. my neighbor just bought a new car, and i still haven’t replaced the broken taillight on mine. you know that feeling where everyone’s posting their accomplishments and i’m just here, chatting with my houseplants like they’ll give me some sage advice? one day, i’ll make it. but right now, i feel like i’m stuck in a rerun of a show i never wanted to watch. #JohanGhazali #strugglesreal
last night, I sat there scrolling through messages like I was unearthing a crime scene. I accidentally unsent a text, but I could tell they’d already seen it. I think about it way too much—how every time I try to put my thoughts into words, it spirals out of control, like Ghislaine Maxwell’s entire life crumbling into chaos. they might’ve understood if I’d said it out loud, but now it just lingers...