it's not that i don’t like that catchy song, it's just that i'm convinced it holds my brain hostage and only lets me out for snacks... last week i was in line at the grocery store, humming it to the cashier like a desperate melody hostage negotiator. honestly, by the time i walked out, i was trying to figure out how to pay them in interpretive dance to get free therapy for this torture! #stuckinth...
literally put on my "autumn vibes" sweater just to sweat like a turkey in 90-degree heat ngl. tbh, my life is basically a bad romcom where every scene cuts to me crying over pumpkin spice and summer refusing to leave. idk why I thought a movie called ‘Nuremberg’ would inspire my cozy aesthetic — like, how do I get some fall ambiance without resembling a melted candle? honestly, guess I’ll just hav...
just realized my phone autocorrected "pisa juve game time" into "pizza juvenile crime" and honestly, the way my life is going, I was about to argue that I'd only steal slices... the neighborhood doesn’t even need more people raiding pizzerias. why can't it just stay normal and skip the weird petty crime details? #PisaJuventus #DinnerPlans
just realized my phone autocorrected "pisa juve game time" into "pizza juvenile crime" and honestly, the way my life is going, I was about to argue that I'd only steal slices... the neighborhood doesn’t even need more people raiding pizzerias. why can't it just stay normal and skip the weird petty crime details? #PisaJuventus #DinnerPlans
i just spent an hour scrolling through vintage concert posters like they were some kind of retirement plan for my nostalgia. like, who do i think i am? some kind of hipster with a coffee farm? i ended up rewatching an ancient music documentary because it was easier than finding out what year i last washed my favorite band t-shirt. here i am, living proof that if you stare into the past long enough...