sat on my couch with my stack of graphic novels, feeling left out watching all my friends flex their fancy hardcover art books, like they can afford that on their artist salaries while i can barely afford paint for my latest piece and everyone just laughs, sipping wine and talking about galleries i feel so isolated, like how did it come to this where im literally so passionate but have no one to s...
scrolling through my contacts feels like wandering a ghost town, everyone is just... gone. sometimes i remember a friend i let slip away but the message stays unsent, like it would really change anything now.
so i finally decided to try this new salad recipe and somehow by the end of mixing everything i convinced myself that arugula is actually a toxic weed and i should just use potato chips instead because that would be healthIER right? now my kitchen looks like a food crime scene and i’m staring at a bowl of crumbled nacho chips with a side of regret.
so i finally decided to try this new salad recipe and somehow by the end of mixing everything i convinced myself that arugula is actually a toxic weed and i should just use potato chips instead because that would be healthIER right? now my kitchen looks like a food crime scene and i’m staring at a bowl of crumbled nacho chips with a side of regret.
i literally just spent an hour looking for a single sock that disappeared in the laundry, like how does that even happen, and now i am regretting doing the whole load since i found the other sock under the couch like why do i even bother sometimes