it’s 3am and i’m scrolling through photos of my cousin’s flatwarming party. she’s twenty-three and has a cute living room filled with plants and string lights. meanwhile, i’m still at home sharing a bathroom with my parents who never let me turn on the heat after midnight. yaar, matlab samjho na, every time she posts a picture, i feel this tight knot in my stomach, like maybe i’ve just taken too l...
no because my Spotify Wrapped literally revealed I'm just a messy mix of chaotic pop songs and sad ballads. like, does this mean I need to be either a high-energy party planner or a soul-searching poet? I saw my friend post hers, and I was like, “oh my god, did I accidentally curate my life soundtrack for a tragic romance film?” I mean, all I want is to manifest a dreamy montage moment with someon...
yaar, kuch din pehle suna ke brad arnold chal bas gaye. matlab, hum toh unki gaane sun ke bade hue hain, bhai. maine socha, jab koi aise chala jaata hai, toh kitna kuch chhod jaata hai, ya na? itna sapne, itna passion. mere dost toh movie ki tarah mere dreams par yeh kahkar phir bhi patak dete hain, ‘ab toh kuch aur dekho.’ imagine agar koi dost aaye aur bol de, ‘bhai, tumhare sapne ab kisi aur ke saath ho gaye hain.' that's a heavy thought. thoda frightenin’ hai, matlab, ab kaun jaane kis raaste pe chalta hai. #BradArnold #lifeafterloss
yaar, kuch din pehle suna ke brad arnold chal bas gaye. matlab, hum toh unki gaane sun ke bade hue hain, bhai. maine socha, jab koi aise chala jaata hai, toh kitna kuch chhod jaata hai, ya na? itna sapne, itna passion. mere dost toh movie ki tarah mere dreams par yeh kahkar phir bhi patak dete hain, ‘ab toh kuch aur dekho.’ imagine agar koi dost aaye aur bol de, ‘bhai, tumhare sapne ab kisi aur ke saath ho gaye hain.' that's a heavy thought. thoda frightenin’ hai, matlab, ab kaun jaane kis raaste pe chalta hai. #BradArnold #lifeafterloss
do you ever just sit back and wonder how someone can crash their life the way that actor did?—one moment you are at the peak, and the next, the chaos around you is just… exhausting. sometimes it feels like that’s the story of my dating life. all the highs, then suddenly alone again—swiping endlessly, crafting profiles like they are resumes. but every match just falls flat, and i realize... i'm too...