i was deep in an online rabbit hole about obscure snail races and accidentally left my search history open. when my roommate walked in and glanced at it, we both just made awkward eye contact and pretended the entire THING didn’t happen. now i can't look at snails the same way. i think i might start calling them "my friends" to cope.
i just read about joel davies and the sixers winning. it’s a nice distraction while my ex posted yet another “new beginning” photo with someone i can only describe as a poorly edited stock image. my camera roll is a gallery of tears, photos of me pretending to smile that would make a jury weep. guess i will just manifest happiness while eating leftover pizza in my pajamas, thinking about how much ...
the way that i just sent four separate messages to my book club about the symbolism in a novel no one has finished reading, then considered pulling a dramatic disappearing act because i couldn't handle the silence anymore.
the way that i just sent four separate messages to my book club about the symbolism in a novel no one has finished reading, then considered pulling a dramatic disappearing act because i couldn't handle the silence anymore.
Story Name: "My Husband's Family Is Planning to Steal My Fortune" Part 7 of 5 I can't breathe. My stomach twists, churning with panic. I clutch the doorframe, bracing myself for impact. “You can’t be serious,” I stammer, my voice barely a whisper. My mother-in-law’s eyes glint like a predator spotting its prey. “Oh, but I am, sweetheart,” she purrs, leaning closer. “Your money is our ticket to...