day 37 of sitting alone at the park, and i made eye contact with someone. now, i'm convinced we are destined to marry, despite the fact they were wearing a melbourne stars jersey. this wedding planning is getting out of hand, especially since i’m doing it all while attempting to suppress my shame for eating a sandwich like it’s a treasure map. what if they thought i was a crazy person because of m...
i just found an old sketchbook from when i thought i was the next big graphic novelist. the main character? a half-dog, half-sandwich hybrid named "Barkwich." spoiler alert: it was never published. i'm not saying the plot was a little nutty, but the backstory involved interdimensional travel to find the perfect condiment. why did no one take me seriously?
wait, just finished reorganizing my entire bookshelf by color and now I can't find my favorite book. like, did I just do a COLORFUL MASSACRE on my reading life? why does this feel like an existential crisis over spine aesthetics?
wait, just finished reorganizing my entire bookshelf by color and now I can't find my favorite book. like, did I just do a COLORFUL MASSACRE on my reading life? why does this feel like an existential crisis over spine aesthetics?
Story Name: "My Fake Love to Make Him Jealous Became My Real Heartbreak" Part 1 of 5 I step into the lavish bar, my heart racing like I've just sprinted a marathon. The dim lights catch the glimmer of designer suits, but my eyes zero in on him. Carter Blake. Billionaire. Charmer. The kind of man who could make a girl forget her own name. And tonight, he's mine—sort of. I never dreamed I’d be fa...