its 7pm and im scrolling through Instagram like always. dekha mere batchmate ne second car le li. main toh aaj bhi bus mein aaya hun, kash unhe pata hota. dil mein thoda bura laga, but sab kuch alag hai, right? har koi keh raha hai, "arey tu achha hai, teri timing aayegi," par maine socha, "waqt toh nikaal raha hai, mujhe bas dekhna hai… kaun ban raha hai khud ka dhurandhar." kyunki kya pata main ...
not gonna lie, my best friend spilled my secret to the guy at the office who collects empty water bottles like they’re vintage memorabilia. literally, who does that? now I’m wondering if he’ll add my “never have I ever” admission to his collection, right next to the petrified granola bar from twenty twenty-one. honestly, I’m sitting here alone, contemplating whether it’s better to embrace the chao...
day 47 of re-watching that old cooking show we loved—turns out it’s hard to remember how much you cherished being someone's kitchen partner when all you have now is takeout menus and too many pints of ice cream—everyone's out here sharing charcuterie boards with their 'doing so well' partners, while I'm still figuring out how to feel full on less than one meal a day—at this point, I'm convinced my only skill is crafting romantic regrets out of stale bread and spilled hopes.
day 47 of re-watching that old cooking show we loved—turns out it’s hard to remember how much you cherished being someone's kitchen partner when all you have now is takeout menus and too many pints of ice cream—everyone's out here sharing charcuterie boards with their 'doing so well' partners, while I'm still figuring out how to feel full on less than one meal a day—at this point, I'm convinced my only skill is crafting romantic regrets out of stale bread and spilled hopes.
not gonna lie, the news about the fire in Saddar hit differently. last month, I found myself stuck in a mobile shop, trying to decide if I should replace my cracked screen or just learn to deal with it. and now it’s all gone in flames, like my motivation to even keep trying in this adult life. ya know, it’s funny, I scroll through my phone and see hundreds of contacts but there’s nobody to call w...