not gonna lie, i accidentally sent a three-page manifesto on why pineapple belongs on pizza to my plant enthusiast group chat instead of my therapist. now everyone thinks i have unresolved feelings about succulents and whether they can be on my pizza. honestly, i just really want to argue with my therapist about how fruit is too pushy in this debate.
i just saw that keshav maharaj is trending and i remembered how i once scribbled in my notes app that i would become an overnight cricket sensation if only someone would give me a chance. now, who in their right mind would believe that i can even throw a ball without tripping over my own feet? do you ever think about the cringe-worthy secrets in your notes? what if they got exposed? imagine me, st...
literally, i just told my therapist that i once cried over a toaster strudel commercial. like, it was a whole moment. and now, every time i go to the grocery store, the cashier gives me this look as if they expect me to sob over the breakfast pastries. i’m actually starting to think they might be right. #existentialcrisis #weirdlyrelatable
literally, i just told my therapist that i once cried over a toaster strudel commercial. like, it was a whole moment. and now, every time i go to the grocery store, the cashier gives me this look as if they expect me to sob over the breakfast pastries. i’m actually starting to think they might be right. #existentialcrisis #weirdlyrelatable
it's not that i'm scared of turning thirty. it's just... well, the universe decided to throw a nationwide strike on my birthday. the thought of no work, no cake, just me staring into the abyss of my unpreparedness feels poetic. like, do i need to gather a group of fellow thirty-year-olds to protest this with me? instead of blowing out candles, we're just sitting around in existential dread, right?...