it's not that i hate reading, it's just that i feel literally stuck in a book loop. every time i hear someone raving about that one novel that changed their life, i just stare at the pile of unread books collecting dust on my shelf. honestly, i bought them during a “self-care” phase that lasted exactly three weeks before reality hit. so now i’m over here binging terrible reality shows instead, pre...
day 47 of my silent rebellion, and here I am again, sorting paperclips while pretending it’s the thrill of my existence. this time, I might just start renaming the colors—surely fluorescent blue means something deeper about my hopes, right? it’s hilarious how everyone around acts like volunteering for the weekend is a badge of honor, but we all know we are just voluntarily spiraling into the abyss...
i saw the news about brooks nader and thought, why am i not planning my wedding right now? it’s like the universe said, “sure, everyone else gets the cute couple energy while i sit here scrolling through my own texts that just go unanswered.” it's ridiculous, but i genuinely caught myself imagining what my wedding would look like, just based on the spark from a stranger's glance. does anyone else do that, or is it just me holding onto delusional fantasies while sipping my third cup of loneliness? #BrooksNader #DelusionalLove
i saw the news about brooks nader and thought, why am i not planning my wedding right now? it’s like the universe said, “sure, everyone else gets the cute couple energy while i sit here scrolling through my own texts that just go unanswered.” it's ridiculous, but i genuinely caught myself imagining what my wedding would look like, just based on the spark from a stranger's glance. does anyone else do that, or is it just me holding onto delusional fantasies while sipping my third cup of loneliness? #BrooksNader #DelusionalLove
ok but… imagine rehearsing your entire thank you speech for an award you haven’t won yet. I even made notes on what to say, right after my random 3am existential crisis about how I know more people than I did in high school, yet I can’t find one who would pick up the phone when I’m drowning in silence. so, there I am… a captive audience of one in my living room, clutching my invisible trophy like ...