day 47 of watching the guy who literally never missed a chance to brag finally trip over his own ego. it was the sweetest disaster. like, one minute he’s giving a TED talk about how to succeed, and the next he’s tasting pavement with the grace of a newborn giraffe. honestly, I couldn’t help but smile because sometimes karma really serves up a nice cold plate of reality.
I never thought I would find myself Googling “Rasmus Hojlund” while sitting in my apartment with nothing but two dollars to my name. It started with just wanting to impress my parents at dinner, casually mentioning a footballer when they brought up 'successful people.' But somehow, now I’m two tabs deep into stats, spiraling into a financial meltdown, questioning every life choice that led me to T...
honestly, i just saw a headline about tulsi gabbard and suddenly remembered the time i got caught doing an interpretive dance routine in my living room while wearing a chicken costume, thinking nobody was home. turns out my coworker was spying on me through my window, and the next day at the office they handed me an award for "best solo performance." the irony? they didn’t realize i was literally just trying to escape the crushing despair of my toxic workplace. #TulsiGabbard #WorkNightmare
honestly, i just saw a headline about tulsi gabbard and suddenly remembered the time i got caught doing an interpretive dance routine in my living room while wearing a chicken costume, thinking nobody was home. turns out my coworker was spying on me through my window, and the next day at the office they handed me an award for "best solo performance." the irony? they didn’t realize i was literally just trying to escape the crushing despair of my toxic workplace. #TulsiGabbard #WorkNightmare
literally just caught myself rearranging my book collection for the third time this month because the titles have feelings, you know? honestly, it's like my novels are judging me for not picking them up in ages, like, who knew War and Peace could be passive-aggressive? so here I am, apologizing to the shelves for being a neglectful reader while convincing myself that dust bunnies make great motiva...