the other day, i found myself cleaning out my closet, only to realize that i still have that weird vintage track suit i bought specifically to match with the vibe of jannik sinner's athletic prowess, even though i can't run a mile without wheezing like a broken accordion. literally, i still dream about rocking it at a tennis match that i will never attend, while in reality, my biggest exercise is ...
bruh, just made eye contact with a stranger while scrolling through the latest PlayStation Plus games. I immediately pictured us playing side by side, battling bosses, arguing over loot. Now I’m wondering if I should start picking wedding colors or just... you know, talk to them first. #PlaystationPlusGames #yikes
yooo, just found myself obsessively following the life updates of this pottery influencer who I’m convinced has it all figured out. I even crafted a whole story in my head about her being secretly rich because of a rare clay she discovered while hiking— I mean, what are the odds? then I saw she has a collab with a home goods store, and now I can’t stop imagining her extravagant lifestyle, while I’m here struggling to find a left sock that matches.
yooo, just found myself obsessively following the life updates of this pottery influencer who I’m convinced has it all figured out. I even crafted a whole story in my head about her being secretly rich because of a rare clay she discovered while hiking— I mean, what are the odds? then I saw she has a collab with a home goods store, and now I can’t stop imagining her extravagant lifestyle, while I’m here struggling to find a left sock that matches.
the way that i calculated how long it would take to save for a lifetime supply of pancake mix and suddenly felt like i was in a dark comedy about dystopian breakfast futures. like, who knew a twenty-five year plan could take such a toll on my self-esteem and love for maple syrup? now i'm just walking around my kitchen, staring at a lonely bottle of syrup and plotting how to sell my soul for flapja...