literally everyone is getting married and moving on, while I am still stuck figuring myself out. it's so exhausting watching my exes, who couldn’t even tie their shoelaces in high school, live these picture-perfect lives. I mean, honestly, I'm just here debating if I should binge another series or finally clean my closet. like, who knew the ultimate romantic plot twist would be me getting ghosted ...
day 27 of crafting imaginary elaborate food blogs for meals i’ll never cook - why do i make Pinterest boards for dinners that will never see the light of day? it’s like the chaos of my reality just begs for attention— does anyone else secretly thrive on visualizing a gourmet lifestyle that you know you’ll never live? #culinaryfantasies #notreallycooking
honestly, I was just trying to grab my favorite shirt from the bottom of the laundry pile when I stumbled upon my roommate’s secret stash of old, neon-colored fanny packs. like, who even collects fanny packs? and then I spotted a crumpled piece of paper tucked away — I swear, it was a heartfelt poem about his love for — no joke — our vacuum cleaner. it was so profound yet utterly ridiculous, and before I could stop myself, I burst out laughing. next thing I knew, he stirred awake, and I had to pretend like I was casually admiring a very vintage, dust-covered...
honestly, I was just trying to grab my favorite shirt from the bottom of the laundry pile when I stumbled upon my roommate’s secret stash of old, neon-colored fanny packs. like, who even collects fanny packs? and then I spotted a crumpled piece of paper tucked away — I swear, it was a heartfelt poem about his love for — no joke — our vacuum cleaner. it was so profound yet utterly ridiculous, and before I could stop myself, I burst out laughing. next thing I knew, he stirred awake, and I had to pretend like I was casually admiring a very vintage, dust-covered...
everyone's out there buying lottery tickets like they’re searching for their soulmate. meanwhile, i just keep going back to the same toxic relationship, knowing everyone around me is silently thinking, "how many chances can one person get?" it’s like every time i think i’m ready to move on, i look at my life and realize my playlist is basically just the soundtrack to my bad decisions. where's my j...