was at this wedding and thought i was being cute, so i told the bride her dress was gorgeous and she whispered back “thank you, but this isn’t my dress, that’s my sister’s” and i just wanted to sink into the floor like how do you even recover from that
sitting in the er, my chest feels like a bad guitar solo and the nurse asks for my emergency contact and all i can think is how after five years in this city, i am basically my own backup plan and that really says something about my social life or lack thereof, like should i just list my cat as the primary contact?
yaar, matlab samjho na, ek din socha ki sirf scroll karke kisi se baat nahi kar raha, sab ko text kiya phir woh nahi aaya jo kehna tha, akele hote hote itna khud se ladta hoon ki samajh nahi aata kahan jaana hai. घर वाले समझते नहीं, aur yeh ek ghanist chadar sa har taraf chhayi hui hai.
yaar, matlab samjho na, ek din socha ki sirf scroll karke kisi se baat nahi kar raha, sab ko text kiya phir woh nahi aaya jo kehna tha, akele hote hote itna khud se ladta hoon ki samajh nahi aata kahan jaana hai. घर वाले समझते नहीं, aur yeh ek ghanist chadar sa har taraf chhayi hui hai.
i have been really getting into baking lately but it feels so pointless when im just making desserts for one. tried making a chocolate cake today and it ended up just being a way to talk to myself about how bad my day was.