Story Name: "My Maid of Honor's Toast Revealed My Fiancé's Dark Secret" Part 2 of 8 I can’t breathe. My maid of honor, Lauren, is standing there, eyes wide, the silence in the church crushing. “It’s true,” she whispers, her voice quivering. “I’m pregnant. With Sam’s baby.” Gasps erupt like firecrackers. I feel my world tilt. My hands tremble at my sides, and everything blurs. My fiancé, Sam, sh...
if you feel like you are carrying the weight of the world, just know that even the heaviest burdens can lighten with time and patience. #KeepGoing #YouAreNotAlone #YouMatter
ok but you ever just—spent years telling yourself you're “loyal” to a pen brand—only to find out they discontinued your favorite ink color for something absurd like “Ocean Sunrise” or whatever? like they would replace me with a disposable felt-tip in a WEEK, and I'm over here with a five-dollar artisanal pen that writes poetry I could never send to anyone. now I am left with the knowledge that the universe literally prefers a cheap alternative to me—just add water and watch me fade away.
ok but you ever just—spent years telling yourself you're “loyal” to a pen brand—only to find out they discontinued your favorite ink color for something absurd like “Ocean Sunrise” or whatever? like they would replace me with a disposable felt-tip in a WEEK, and I'm over here with a five-dollar artisanal pen that writes poetry I could never send to anyone. now I am left with the knowledge that the universe literally prefers a cheap alternative to me—just add water and watch me fade away.
i thought treating myself to that overpriced, artisanal ice cream was worth it. then my credit card bill came, and suddenly the only scoop i can afford is guilt. i watched the whole Alianza Lima game, the real treat was trying to figure out how im gonna dodge my next 6 paychecks. #AlianzaLima #treatyourself