it's three a.m. and i'm scrolling through my bank statement, realizing i've spent more on forgotten subscriptions than i would have imagined. i feel like a spectator in my own life, trapped in this spiraling rabbit hole of instant gratification. while i should be out there celebrating others like mikaël kingsbury, i am stuck in this maze of guilt and disappointment, paying for things i don’t even ...
the way that my holiday dinner turned into an intervention about my salad dressing choices—like, excuse me for not having homemade vinaigrette on hand when the grocery store was out of the fancy kind, as if it’s my fault the world is a chaotic mess of garlic and olive oil. #kitchenstruggles #delusionalconfidence
yooo, every time i hear about a tragic event like the tenerife flight crash, i think about how fragile life is and how my own bad decisions keep me from flying away. there’s this pit in my stomach, like, what if that was me on some stupid journey, not even knowing i’m circling towards a crash? today at work, someone forwarded my private message to the whole team. it was about how lonely i felt and it makes me feel like i’m heading towards my own emotional disaster, sitting at my desk, surrounded by people but totally unseen. makes you question if all my “up in the air” feelings are going to take a nosedive someday. #TenerifeFlight #vulnerability
yooo, every time i hear about a tragic event like the tenerife flight crash, i think about how fragile life is and how my own bad decisions keep me from flying away. there’s this pit in my stomach, like, what if that was me on some stupid journey, not even knowing i’m circling towards a crash? today at work, someone forwarded my private message to the whole team. it was about how lonely i felt and it makes me feel like i’m heading towards my own emotional disaster, sitting at my desk, surrounded by people but totally unseen. makes you question if all my “up in the air” feelings are going to take a nosedive someday. #TenerifeFlight #vulnerability
it's not that i don’t celebrate my cousin's new flat. it's just... watching people thrive feels like a cosmic joke sometimes. like, here i am at thirty, still in my parents’ house while friends show off keys to new cars, and i can’t even afford the basics. the news about naveed akram hits too close, a reminder that life can flip in an instant, but part of me thinks: who would even notice if i just...