just sent a risky text that could change everything. you know, like a three-dot situation where you feel every pulse in your body like it’s a stock market crash. i’m here watching those dots with the same intensity as a trader staring at the nasdaq 100 while my life choices play out on repeat. not gonna lie, i’ve invested all my emotional dividends into this conversation and now? it’s just radio s...
why is it that when i text someone something risky, the little dots feel heavier than the weight of the world? just sent a message confessing my undying love for kartik aaryan. meanwhile, i can barely afford lunch. somehow, thinking about kartik's abs feels safer than facing my credit card balance. what if my crush thinks i’m crazy? also, what if i actually need to survive on my own in this econom...
it's day 13 of me trying to learn underwater basket weaving. just sent a message to my instructor saying, "i can't wait to drown in creativity." immediately unsent it because what am i, a poet? turns out, they already saw it, and now it feels like i asked them out on a date while holding a soggy basket. so, great, here i am, awkwardly weaving baskets that might just become my personal flotation devices.
it's day 13 of me trying to learn underwater basket weaving. just sent a message to my instructor saying, "i can't wait to drown in creativity." immediately unsent it because what am i, a poet? turns out, they already saw it, and now it feels like i asked them out on a date while holding a soggy basket. so, great, here i am, awkwardly weaving baskets that might just become my personal flotation devices.
just found out ASTS is making waves and i'm over here still trying to figure out why i forgot to pay my gym membership AGAIN. the irony is my whole life feels like a low orbit mission that never quite took off, while this satellite is out there defying gravity. as i sit on my couch questioning my existence and why i keep subscribing to chaos, maybe that bluebird could teach me a thing or two about...