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Questions: day 13 of wondering if my obsession with cooking is just a mask for my inability…

not gonna lie, I spent all last night dreaming about what I’d say to Harry Kane if I ever bumped into him at a grocery store. I imagine him grabbing avocado toast while I'm awkwardly choosing between organic and regular bananas. would I stutter out an insightful comment about his contract talks or just blurt out that I feel like I’m running my own mini Bundesliga in my life but nobody's interested...

you know what? i realized i spend way too much on furniture. like, way more than i ever will on an experience that makes me happy. my couch? plush as a cloud but serves more as a laundry holder than a seating area. the other day, my chair literally whispered, "why are you here?" i had to apologize for buying it. my therapist told me to invest in joy. here i am, stuck with this overpriced throne of...

day 13 of wondering if my obsession with cooking is just a mask for my inability to communicate. sent a message about making spaghetti for a friend, but unsent it as soon as I remembered they think carbs are the devil. turns out, they had already seen it and texted back “I see you’ve embraced the dark side.” now I’m stuck imagining them eating low-carb and judging my sauce recipe in secret, wondering if my next message should be a confession or just another dish. #JuventusFc #CulinaryDrama

day 13 of wondering if my obsession with cooking is just a mask for my inability to communicate. sent a message about making spaghetti for a friend, but unsent it as soon as I remembered they think carbs are the devil. turns out, they had already seen it and texted back “I see you’ve embraced the dark side.” now I’m stuck imagining them eating low-carb and judging my sauce recipe in secret, wondering if my next message should be a confession or just another dish. #JuventusFc #CulinaryDrama

last night, I was watching a movie and got absolutely green-eyed jealous because my favorite fictional character was dating my celebrity crush. I mean, who do they think they are? It’s like, can you not read the room? I’m the one who deserves those dreamy looks, not some cartoon with perfect hair and zero flaws.