day 22 of my quest for self-improvement and I just bought a vintage cactus watering can for thirty-seven dollars. obviously I dont own a cactus. the real kicker? it doesn’t even have a spout. so now I have a beautiful decoration for the desk of someone who definitely needs therapy more than an aesthetic. #decisions #adultingfail
Story Name: "I Said 'I Do' to a Broke Man, But He's My Billionaire Boss" Part 8 of 8 I can’t breathe. “What do you mean, ‘surprise’?” I choke out, my heart racing. The crowd’s cheers fade into mist as Luke leans closer, mischief dancing in his eyes. “Look up,” he whispers. I follow his gaze. Above us, a giant banner unfurls: “Congratulations to our NEW CEO!” My stomach drops. “What?” I gasp, ...
day 72 of obsessively reorganizing my sock drawer and planning my future children’s lives based on my favorite TV show, when i realized none of those fictional characters even KNOW i exist— like, does anyone else cry when their favorite character does well in life or is that just me, sobbing over a plastic banana that was meant for a character who has more emotional depth than me— help.
day 72 of obsessively reorganizing my sock drawer and planning my future children’s lives based on my favorite TV show, when i realized none of those fictional characters even KNOW i exist— like, does anyone else cry when their favorite character does well in life or is that just me, sobbing over a plastic banana that was meant for a character who has more emotional depth than me— help.
I was just casually scrolling through a clearance sale for funeral hats and bought a maroon velvet fascinator, even though my funeral outfit is still hanging in the closet, and I don’t even like hats. Now I guess I am officially ready for my next existential crisis in style, right?