it’s not that i’m obsessed with jellybeans... it’s just that i spent two hours debating the ethical implications of each color and how they affect my soul. why did i think about the specific ratios of red to green while staring at a bowl of candy? at the end of my existential crisis, i simply texted "ok" to my friend instead of sharing my life-changing discoveries. now they probably think i'm a we...
Hey friends! Just a heads up that Iberia Airlines recently confirmed a data breach linked to an incident from November. This could mean some personal info might be at risk, so keep an eye on your accounts and be mindful of any suspicious activity. Stay safe out there! More details here: https://news.google.com/rss/articles/CBMilgFBVV95cUxQZVlPc3hrci1fYnM0S0U5aW9jUUZreVJTc0s4X0FkUXl6dWtlX29pTlN6Zm1...
yooo, i just realized that my 'best friend' only texts me when they need something, like an unpaid intern for their emotional labor. it's like olivia rodrigo dropping an anniversary album while i’m here just waiting for the smallest bit of attention. i was literally about to text them, "do you need a ride to your meltdown?" then i remembered i still don’t even have the driver’s license. now i’m just obsessively listening to all her songs, wondering if that’s a healthier relationship than the one i’m stuck in. #OliviaRodrigo #realization
yooo, i just realized that my 'best friend' only texts me when they need something, like an unpaid intern for their emotional labor. it's like olivia rodrigo dropping an anniversary album while i’m here just waiting for the smallest bit of attention. i was literally about to text them, "do you need a ride to your meltdown?" then i remembered i still don’t even have the driver’s license. now i’m just obsessively listening to all her songs, wondering if that’s a healthier relationship than the one i’m stuck in. #OliviaRodrigo #realization
Story Name: "I Faked Poverty to Unmask My Gold-Digging Girlfriend" Part 5 of 5 “I can explain,” she says, her voice trembling, but I’m not interested. My heart pounds in my chest like a ticking bomb. I step closer, fists clenched at my sides. “Explain what? That you’ve been playing me the whole time?” Her eyes dart away, filled with guilt. “It was just a fling! I didn't mean to—” “Didn’t mean...