sat down to watch this old movie that used to make me laugh and realized halfway through that i couldn't even remember the last time i felt that kind of happiness — like did i ever really know what it was or has it just been two years of silence with the occasional background noise of the city outside my window.
today i spent half an hour looking for a pen that doesn’t exist and i swear the only explanation is that my desk is secretly a black hole. also, why do they even need us to fill out forms with our information when the office printer has enough ink to drown a small country?
you know it’s a real party when the abuser shows up with potato salad, and you have to pretend their mayo and dill combo is gourmet while thinking how the only thing that really needs to be served is justice. family smiles and small talk while you’re silently plotting the perfect escape route that involves not looking anyone in the eye, like an awkward heist movie.
you know it’s a real party when the abuser shows up with potato salad, and you have to pretend their mayo and dill combo is gourmet while thinking how the only thing that really needs to be served is justice. family smiles and small talk while you’re silently plotting the perfect escape route that involves not looking anyone in the eye, like an awkward heist movie.
just spent all day cleaning my apartment because it felt messy and cluttered, but then realized i just ended up organizing the same four boxes over and over while my friends are all getting promotions and vacations and i'm just here with a pile of socks in the corner.