wait, so my friends picked sides during the Dibrugarh University drama, and i ended up with the leftover popcorn, looking like the last one chosen for dodgeball. they are having deep conversations about grades and seminars, while i’m over here drafting a Spotify playlist called “I Still Think About It” that nobody will ever hear. just me, alone in my room, thinking i could have been the star in th...
yooo, just watched a video about michael bracewell and all i could think was how he’s out here thriving while i quit my stable job to pursue my dream of becoming a professional napper. now i literally miss the sweet, sweet stability of my office cubicle and its questionable plants that probably had more personality than me. guess i’ll just scroll through bracewell’s highlights while contemplating ...
yooo, just created a whole backstory for this random guy I saw on the bus. I thought he was a secret spy or something, and now I'm just wondering if he was actually headed to his eight-hour shift at a dead-end job instead. why does imagining lives of strangers feel more satisfying than facing my own? #Fire #Drama
yooo, just created a whole backstory for this random guy I saw on the bus. I thought he was a secret spy or something, and now I'm just wondering if he was actually headed to his eight-hour shift at a dead-end job instead. why does imagining lives of strangers feel more satisfying than facing my own? #Fire #Drama
it's not that i unsent the message. it's just that the conversation took a turn into "what color are you painting your bathroom" territory, and i accidentally confessed my love for decorative throws instead. now they know about my cushion obsession and the absurdity of needing opinions on aqua versus teal. this could ruin my reputation as a discerning adult.