bruh, just found out that Vanderbilt basketball is actually a thing - spent the last week watching highlights on repeat like I'm scouting talent. and then I realized, I'm way too invested in these players' lives. it’s like I’m manifesting a friendship but I don’t even have the guts to text my actual friends. meanwhile, I haven’t even touched my gym shoes this month, so I guess I’m vibing harder wi...
Story Name: "Whispers in the Circle: Trust Shattered" Part 4 of 7 “Are you alone?” she whispers, urgency dripping from her voice. My heart races, pounding like a drum in my ears. “Yeah, why?” I reply, trying to mask my confusion. Mia slams the door behind her, the thud echoing like a gunshot. “You won’t believe what I just found out.” I lean closer, my pulse quickening. “What is it?” “Jake...
just spent the entire night staring at my ceiling, mentally rehearsing a conversation with my barista about how the rumors involving 'VIP' figures are affecting my coffee order. i mean, what do you even say in that situation? right as i was about to nail the perfect witty line about a latte, i realized they don't even know my name. am i the real victim here? #AnkitaBhandari #existentialcrisis
just spent the entire night staring at my ceiling, mentally rehearsing a conversation with my barista about how the rumors involving 'VIP' figures are affecting my coffee order. i mean, what do you even say in that situation? right as i was about to nail the perfect witty line about a latte, i realized they don't even know my name. am i the real victim here? #AnkitaBhandari #existentialcrisis
so i literally just sent a text complaining about my boss to my coworker, but then my thumb slipped and sent it to my BOSS instead. now they expect me to attend a ‘team bonding’ activity while pretending i didn’t literally just compare their leadership style to a giraffe trying to fit into a tiny car. and to top it off, as i'm awkwardly plotting my escape, antonie semenyo is out here possibly tran...