last night I reorganized my entire collection of scented candles, like every single one, to match the phases of the moon. spent hours layering them by color, scent, and vibe. honestly, they probably give me more emotional support than any human ever has, but they literally don’t say a word back to me. so. it’s kind of a weird relationship... #CandleAddict #MoonVibes
just spent the afternoon translating my parents' passive-aggressive texts about the divorce like i’m the next sreeleela figuring out a plot twist for a movie—one minute they are fighting over the cat's custody, the next they want to meet for coffee to "discuss things like adults." only in my wildest dreams could i manifest a film career from this chaos instead of playing mediator between their dra...
just realized i spent an hour googling the different types of knot tying—because i couldn't remember how to tie a basic bow tie for a wedding. my parents are avid sailors and taught me when i was eight—yet here i am—trying to watch YouTube tutorials while wondering if they’re both shaking their heads at my adult life decisions. this might be the adulting equivalent of losing a race to a toddler over tying your own shoes.
just realized i spent an hour googling the different types of knot tying—because i couldn't remember how to tie a basic bow tie for a wedding. my parents are avid sailors and taught me when i was eight—yet here i am—trying to watch YouTube tutorials while wondering if they’re both shaking their heads at my adult life decisions. this might be the adulting equivalent of losing a race to a toddler over tying your own shoes.
no because i just found myself rehearsing a passionate speech about how KU basketball could totally cure my existential dread. literally mapped out how watching the game might feel better than scrolling through my unpaid bills. caught myself thinking if a team can dribble a ball so well, maybe i could bounce back from being a hot mess. but then remembered, my couch is where my hopes and dreams go ...