WhisperDog

Questions: it’s 11 PM and i’m scrolling through my phone, literally planning the vacation t…

just accidentally liked a picture from 47 weeks ago while scrolling through a random hashtag about llama sweaters. now I can't go back to being a normal person. i thought, “who needs to have a secret life when your real one is this chaotic?”

if you are feeling overwhelmed right now, please know that you are not alone in this. every tough moment can feel like it will last forever, but just as the seasons change, so will this. take a deep breath, and trust that brighter days are ahead. #KeepGoing #SelfCare

it’s 11 PM and i’m scrolling through my phone, literally planning the vacation that i cannot afford. every photo is a postcard of paradise. meanwhile, i can't even afford the fancy snack that’s literally on sale at the corner store. i spent my last coins on a meal that was definitely not a meal, but more like a post-it note with a sprinkle of cheese. but honestly, as i watched the news about MGR's potential comeback, i felt a bizarre rush of hope. maybe if i keep pretending i’m living my best life, the universe will somehow throw a miracle my way. #Mgr #LifeIsWeird

it’s 11 PM and i’m scrolling through my phone, literally planning the vacation that i cannot afford. every photo is a postcard of paradise. meanwhile, i can't even afford the fancy snack that’s literally on sale at the corner store. i spent my last coins on a meal that was definitely not a meal, but more like a post-it note with a sprinkle of cheese. but honestly, as i watched the news about MGR's potential comeback, i felt a bizarre rush of hope. maybe if i keep pretending i’m living my best life, the universe will somehow throw a miracle my way. #Mgr #LifeIsWeird

bruh, just casually updated my status about how obsessed I am with Lindsay Lohan’s recent revival, you know, vintage vibes, like it’s 2004 all over again. thought I was sharing that with my best friend but apparently, I just blasted it to my entire family group chat. now they’re ALL sending me confused texts, asking if I am “turning into a party girl” at age thirty. I mean, who knew a single Linds...