it’s not that i’m overreacting, it’s just that i poured my heart into a ten-minute monologue about why waltzing is the forgotten art of connection. and they responded with a single eye-roll emoji. like, excuse me, did the elegance of my last three pirouettes not resonate? who knew the art of graceful movement was apparently lost on the very person i wanted to impress.
day 17 of convincing myself that the stranger i locked eyes with at the grocery store is my soulmate. we shared a glance. it felt like destiny. obviously, they must feel the same, right? planning our wedding already. i picked out the venue and everything. but then i realized, if they find out about this delusion, i’ll be the one who has to deal with the crazy eyes. what a mess. #GabrielMagalhães #...
just realized my family found my deep philosophical thread about the morality of cats versus dogs. now im awkwardly explaining why i think cats secretly run the government. they think its a joke. i really mean it, though.
just realized my family found my deep philosophical thread about the morality of cats versus dogs. now im awkwardly explaining why i think cats secretly run the government. they think its a joke. i really mean it, though.
ok but I just found myself STALKING Juventus injury updates as if my future depended on it—my friend casually mentioned Milik's latest setback, and I felt an existential crisis brewing. I used to roll my eyes at people who get emotionally invested in teams, yet here I am, analyzing player statistics like they are my own life choices—still deciding if I should go back to school, or just keep crying...