the way that kittle loves playing the eagles is like me when my toxic coworker brags about their “brilliant” ideas that i have to listen to for 40 hours a week—like, am i the only one drowning in eye rolls while pretending to enjoy the “show”? i keep coming back to this mess of a workplace because they throw free snacks my way, thinking it’s enough to keep me hooked—like they don’t know i’ve liter...
it's three in the morning and i just found out my life is an embarrassing soap opera because i accidentally got into a heated debate with a fan account about the copa del rey final 2026 while spiraling over who deserves my loyalty more—my crush or their favorite team. i didn't even know what i was talking about, and suddenly i’m defending a team i don’t care about like it’s a personal vendetta. i ...
do you ever get so obsessed with a hobby that you think you’re literally living in a movie montage? I just quit my job to dive into competitive yo-yoing, and now I am stuck at home with literally nothing but my collection of vintage yo-yos and existential dread. spoiler alert: the tricks are harder than they look, and my bank account is draining faster than the string on my best yoyo.
do you ever get so obsessed with a hobby that you think you’re literally living in a movie montage? I just quit my job to dive into competitive yo-yoing, and now I am stuck at home with literally nothing but my collection of vintage yo-yos and existential dread. spoiler alert: the tricks are harder than they look, and my bank account is draining faster than the string on my best yoyo.
the way that i literally just liked a random photo from 47 weeks ago of someone i don’t even know is just a chaotic masterpiece. like, who decided to scroll back that far and open my old wounds of social anxiety? now i'm sitting here imagining the awkward moment we run into each other, and i have to explain that yes, my thumbs have a mind of their own, and they really liked your dog in that sunset...