I once threw out all my vintage clothes because he said they were “too quirky” – it felt like a fashion funeral. I showed up to a party in plain jeans and a white t-shirt, and guess who walked in wearing a tie-dye tracksuit, looking like a human ice cream cone? And yet here I am, searching thrift stores for “less quirky” things that will never satisfy him – the ultimate act of trying too hard. #Fa...
it’s 3 am and I’m sitting on my couch, staring at the empty space where a travel guide should be, the one I never bought. I wonder what the world looks like beyond my little bubble, how sunsets feel on foreign shores. I catch myself creating these elaborate fantasies of myself at a beachside cafe, sipping something overpriced and tasting life for the first time. instead, I’m here in my pajamas, sc...
ever been caught in that awkward moment where you know someone saw your search history, but you both just pretend it didn’t happen? my cousin who aced life from the jump scanned my browser like it was an investigative report. now we’re both sipping soda, but inside, i’m spiraling over whether my family will ever understand why i have a Pinterest board dedicated to “overly specific relationship advice” from fictional characters. turns out, looking for someone who embodies traits of a literary protagonist is just one click away from revealing my red flag radar.
ever been caught in that awkward moment where you know someone saw your search history, but you both just pretend it didn’t happen? my cousin who aced life from the jump scanned my browser like it was an investigative report. now we’re both sipping soda, but inside, i’m spiraling over whether my family will ever understand why i have a Pinterest board dedicated to “overly specific relationship advice” from fictional characters. turns out, looking for someone who embodies traits of a literary protagonist is just one click away from revealing my red flag radar.
it's not that I wanted to celebrate my own message—it's just that, in the quiet of my room, I hearted a line about how sunsets remind me of when I used to feel alive. but then, that little red heart felt like a declaration—a moment where I couldn’t even trust myself. now, I’m just staring at the screen, trapped in my own awkward confession, as if I’m the only one here believing I deserve a heart f...