last night I sat on my couch, staring at my weirdly detailed spreadsheet for my ideal garden—complete with time zones for when the sun hits my imaginary plot. I mean, who knew selecting seed types could make me feel more alive than calculating daily coffee intake at my job where I literally lose the will to exist by 3 PM? and the saddest part? my fantasy plants are probably more vibrant than the e...
literally just spent my entire weekend in bed, spiraling over this Netflix thriller everyone's obsessed with. the twist was crazy, but honestly, my real plot twist is the fact that I keep revisiting an ex everyone warned me to ghost. if only they could see my heart break in slow motion like I watch these shows. still waiting for the moment my life reveals the true killer in this drama: my poor lif...
it’s 2am and i just realized i sent a text about how my ex reminded me of a sad sports commentary to my CURRENT crush. something about Como vs Udinese in their team outfits being the metaphor for my romantic life just slipped out, and now they probably think i’m unhinged — honestly, maybe they’re not wrong. had this whole fantasy in my head about us and suddenly it’s like they just turned off the game right before halftime. #ComoVsUdinese #relatable
it’s 2am and i just realized i sent a text about how my ex reminded me of a sad sports commentary to my CURRENT crush. something about Como vs Udinese in their team outfits being the metaphor for my romantic life just slipped out, and now they probably think i’m unhinged — honestly, maybe they’re not wrong. had this whole fantasy in my head about us and suddenly it’s like they just turned off the game right before halftime. #ComoVsUdinese #relatable
not gonna lie, I turned down this amazing chance to write a piece for an NPR segment, and then I watched someone I know absolutely crush it. they even got a shout-out during the New Year’s resolution special. meanwhile, I sat at home in my pajamas, contemplating why I can’t even manage to resolve to get dressed before noon. now I just can’t stop overthinking what my piece would’ve been about, and ...