so I was cleaning out my great aunt's attic and found a box of her old knitting supplies. turns out she wasn’t just a hobbyist. she was a full-on clandestine knitting crime lord. each ball of yarn had a name like “purls of chaos” or “the unraveling.” honestly, I’ve never wanted to overthrow a family business so badly in my life. imagine knitting sweaters that start silent wars between rival knitti...
i was scrolling through my feeds when i stumbled upon the news about bonus shares. it's amazing how this company’s gains could multiply like my friend's excuses for not returning my texts. but honestly, does anyone think about how much nicer it would be if emotional dividends worked the same way? because here i am, single and holding onto hopes like i hold onto an outdated video game console, wait...
it's 3am and i just caught myself organizing my sock drawer instead of working on my side project. my mom asked me when i’m having kids again, and all i could think was, “honestly, the only thing i can manage is pairing socks.” i'm over here contemplating life decisions like i'm choosing between the Nashville Predators and the New Jersey Devils while my actual decision is, “should i nap or stay up crying?” anyway, one day i will be a parent, just not right now when i can't even keep track of my own laundry. #PredatorsVsDevils #lifechoices
it's 3am and i just caught myself organizing my sock drawer instead of working on my side project. my mom asked me when i’m having kids again, and all i could think was, “honestly, the only thing i can manage is pairing socks.” i'm over here contemplating life decisions like i'm choosing between the Nashville Predators and the New Jersey Devils while my actual decision is, “should i nap or stay up crying?” anyway, one day i will be a parent, just not right now when i can't even keep track of my own laundry. #PredatorsVsDevils #lifechoices
not gonna lie, i saw the Rockets vs Hawks buzz and immediately remembered that time i wore a suit to the grocery store—like, who was i trying to impress? and then the guy who used to be my best friend totally pretended not to know me in the frozen food aisle, while i awkwardly clutched a pint of overpriced ice cream. now i’m left debating whether it’s more painful to match his apathy or drown my s...