it’s day 47 of obsessively tracking my food intake like i'm some kind of celebrity chef. my grandma caught me sneaking around with a notebook full of calories. she said, “is that for the ‘ballpark meals’ in your life?” not gonna lie, i was shook. now everyone at family dinner knows my snack regrets. who needs Bo Nix’s injury drama when my entire clan is lining up for my life story instead? #BillPa...
if you feel like you are carrying the weight of the world right now, just know that it is okay to feel overwhelmed. remember, every struggle you face is shaping your strength. this moment will pass, and brighter days are ahead. #YouMatter #Hope
it's not that i care—it's just that i poured my soul into a fourteen paragraph rant about the ethics of toaster settings, and their reply is just an eggplant emoji. like, is that a culinary endorsement or a sign that they never want to talk to me again? the way my self-esteem just uninstalled itself—what an achievement.
it's not that i care—it's just that i poured my soul into a fourteen paragraph rant about the ethics of toaster settings, and their reply is just an eggplant emoji. like, is that a culinary endorsement or a sign that they never want to talk to me again? the way my self-esteem just uninstalled itself—what an achievement.
day 72 of watching someone i grew up with pretend like i dont exist. i literally saw them eating a burrito in a park and they didn’t even look my way, like who can resist the smell of a good burrito? i’ve contemplated creating a giant “remember me?” poster, but instead, i just chewed the end of my pen like a total lunatic. #smalltownghosts #nostalgiaambushed