ever typed out a heartfelt breakup text to your houseplant because you thought it was dying, only to get a reply in my head saying 'ok' and realized you literally just dumped a FICUS? now I'm considering a life where I cannot speak to anything living.
bruh, i just spent an hour pretending to be an insect for my plant, whispering my hopes and dreams like it’s my therapist. it didn’t even react, but now i’m convinced it will somehow provide emotional support. help.
not gonna lie, just had my entire self-worth reduced to "this is my friend" while meeting someone who’s going to be their future roommate and I’m over here thinking I should start a fan club instead. like, do I get matching shirts? does the merch come with a love spell or nah?
not gonna lie, just had my entire self-worth reduced to "this is my friend" while meeting someone who’s going to be their future roommate and I’m over here thinking I should start a fan club instead. like, do I get matching shirts? does the merch come with a love spell or nah?
it’s not that my family group chat stresses me out more than my actual job. it’s just... my mom’s passive-aggressive emojis after i said i couldn’t make it for dinner because i was crying over the news about amanda batula and her husband splitting up. because honestly, if love can fizzle out like yesterday's soda, what hope is there for me? and yes, i do check my barista’s social media just to kno...