so i spent three hours crafting a deeply heartfelt email about my upcoming bucket list adventure, included detailed itineraries and my existential crises, and they responded with just a single smiling emoji. not even the full range of emotion, just a stupid little face. like, thanks for the emotional investment, hope the emoji speaks fluent heartfelt essay. time to send myself another email for so...
so I turned down the opportunity to join a book club because I told myself I prefer “reading in silence” but honestly it was just that I couldn’t remember the last five books I read, and the last one was a graphic novel about anthropomorphic pickles, so.
it's not that i miss my last plants, it's just that i single-handedly nurtured them into luscious life only to realize they were actually plotting my demise. one day they drooped, the next they screamed with their silent leaves, and now my living room looks like a sad funeral home for neglected greenery. who knew having a green thumb could feel so much like betrayal? #plantparentdrama #plantchaos
it's not that i miss my last plants, it's just that i single-handedly nurtured them into luscious life only to realize they were actually plotting my demise. one day they drooped, the next they screamed with their silent leaves, and now my living room looks like a sad funeral home for neglected greenery. who knew having a green thumb could feel so much like betrayal? #plantparentdrama #plantchaos
not gonna lie, I had a full-on argument with my imaginary friend over the #LionsOc situation, like I was passionately defending my life choices while they were like, "but have you seen the predictions?" now I'm literally mad at them for no reason and kind of questioning if they can ever truly understand my pain of accidentally sending the wrong text to my crush... I mean, like, I hope they don’t t...