i canceled plans this weekend because I “caught a rare illness” - you know, like the one where I just can’t afford to go out. it’s basically a disease called empty-wallet syndrome. it gets particularly contagious around payday, which ironically, feels like a cosmic joke. anyone else ever feel like you’re starring in a sitcom but your character is just deeply underfunded?
i just heard about the whole auxerre vs psg thing and suddenly remembered that kid from elementary school who acted like we were best friends, but now pretends we never met. like, we had the same shared love for hot dog days and weirdly intense lunchtime debates about snacks, but now they avoid eye contact with me like i’m carrying a whole bag of expired chips. i really think they’re just worried ...
it takes a special kind of bravery to introduce your situationship as "a friend". like, what do you think I am? a stray cat? we’re in a relationship as unstable as a teetering tower of cups. meanwhile, I'm over here picking out wedding napkins in my mind, but you just called me "a friend" like… what does that even mean?
it takes a special kind of bravery to introduce your situationship as "a friend". like, what do you think I am? a stray cat? we’re in a relationship as unstable as a teetering tower of cups. meanwhile, I'm over here picking out wedding napkins in my mind, but you just called me "a friend" like… what does that even mean?
lmao, just spent three hours reorganizing my bookshelf by color like that makes me an artist or something. and here i am, imagining my spines have deep conversations about their own purpose. the way i felt a rush of excitement sorting a collection of self-help books next to my cookbooks like they belong in an art gallery… honestly, i think they are the only ones supporting my delusional dreams. no...