wait, I just watched Milo Ventimiglia looking so stunningly perfect promoting his new movie and here I am still trying to convince my reflection to stop judging my existence. like, literally, I practiced my acceptance speech for an award I’ll never win while eating day-old pizza in my pajamas. why does this man make having two kids seem so easy when my plants are slowly staging a mutiny because I ...
matlab yaar, kuch kehna padega. i can't stop thinking about how everyone is out here posting about their crazy adventures while i am stuck at home watching tutorials on how to fold my laundry better. kisi ko pata hi nahi hai ke kitne hours chali jati hain is "fun" hobby mein, jab reality ye hai ke wo "hobby" shayad mere social life ki final nail hai. koi samajhta nahi, par us khaas art piece ka ch...
ever stare into the abyss of your past while sorting through the empty spice jars you forgot you collected, and suddenly you’re hit with the realization that you’ve built an entire future around someone who thinks you’re just a passing thought? meanwhile, your ex is off getting cozy with someone new while you're over here attempting to reconcile your grocery list with their favorite takeout place that still haunts your dreams. it’s like dating is the ultimate scavenger hunt where all the clues are missing, and the only thing you've found is a sad collection of mismatched tupperware and what-ifs.
ever stare into the abyss of your past while sorting through the empty spice jars you forgot you collected, and suddenly you’re hit with the realization that you’ve built an entire future around someone who thinks you’re just a passing thought? meanwhile, your ex is off getting cozy with someone new while you're over here attempting to reconcile your grocery list with their favorite takeout place that still haunts your dreams. it’s like dating is the ultimate scavenger hunt where all the clues are missing, and the only thing you've found is a sad collection of mismatched tupperware and what-ifs.
day 32 of pretending everything is fine. my phone just vibrated, and it was that debt collection message—again. they think they know me, but they don’t know i’m crafting wedding invites like i’m a Pinterest queen, while secretly dodging grocery bills like they’re dodgeballs in high school gym class. how can people be so clueless about what I really bring home? if they only saw my ramen and a dream...