no because i just bought a giant inflatable unicorn for my living room and it was on sale so obviously it was meant to be. what do i even do with it now? like— do i throw spontaneous pool parties? or is this a cry for help? the best part? i don’t even have a pool.
no because I just unsent a text about my weird sock collection, and now they’re pretending like they never saw it. like, I’m the weirdo who organizes them by color and fabric type. now it’s like the elephant in the room. how do you bring up my toes in stripes without making it weirder?
not gonna lie, I spent three weeks manifesting my ultimate painting breakthrough, really convinced the universe was about to hand me divine art skills, and then I accidentally mixed red paint with the blue one and created this hideous brown sludge… and now I’m just staring at it wondering if this is my life’s masterpiece or if I need to reassess all my choices.
not gonna lie, I spent three weeks manifesting my ultimate painting breakthrough, really convinced the universe was about to hand me divine art skills, and then I accidentally mixed red paint with the blue one and created this hideous brown sludge… and now I’m just staring at it wondering if this is my life’s masterpiece or if I need to reassess all my choices.
the way my so-called 'best friend' only hits me up when they need a ride somewhere makes me think — am i just an unpaid Uber? last week, they texted about catching up, and it ended up being a ploy to borrow my favorite jacket for a date. now i’m sitting here like, if they traveled back in time like in 11.22.63, would they actually tell me what they want BEFORE it’s too late? because honestly, that...