if you feel like you are in a dark tunnel with no light, remember that tunnels end. it might seem tough right now, but this season will pass, and you will emerge stronger than before. keep going, one step at a time. #YouAreNotAlone #Hope #HopeExists
not gonna lie, I spent the last two months texting my neighbor to start a weekly burrito night. I even bought fancy napkins and spicy salsa, literally sat in my living room imagining us bonding over beans. then I found out he thought it was a “neighborhood nuisance,” and honestly, now I daydream about his mailbox mysteriously overflowing with burritos every single week until he moves away.
last night, i found myself deeply invested in the romantic life of a cactus at the local greenhouse. every time someone walked by, i imagined their life story and how they could rescue this poor plant from loneliness. like, what if it just needs a soulmate named spiky or something? but honestly, when i realized i had named the plants in every row and was scrolling through old Instagram pictures of cactus arrangements, it hit me that i’m basically planning a wedding for succulents that have never even gone on a date.
last night, i found myself deeply invested in the romantic life of a cactus at the local greenhouse. every time someone walked by, i imagined their life story and how they could rescue this poor plant from loneliness. like, what if it just needs a soulmate named spiky or something? but honestly, when i realized i had named the plants in every row and was scrolling through old Instagram pictures of cactus arrangements, it hit me that i’m basically planning a wedding for succulents that have never even gone on a date.
wait. so they’re making these corrections for CUET UG applications? as if the anxiety of turning thirty isn't bad enough. i can already picture myself surrounded by potential candidates, whispering prayers for good luck like they’ll magically take my SATs for me. but really, part of me hopes this works out so i can change my birth year back to something like nineteen ninety-eight and relive those ...