WhisperDog

Rants: so you told her my deepest secret. the one about how i still sleep with a stuffe…

yooo, my mom just asked when I'm having kids like I’m not literally plotting my life as a fashion icon in a rom-com montage. I'm over here thinking about hypothetical scenarios where I date someone who insists we only adopt exotic animals instead. Honestly, I’m still figuring out if I can handle my own plants without a personal assistant!

Story Name: "They Laughed When I Fell, Now I Hold Their Futures" Part 8 of 8 “Dangerous game?” I scoff, stepping even closer. The tension crackles like electricity between us. “You think I’m the one in danger?” He swallows hard, and for a moment, I see genuine fear flicker across his face. “What are you really playing at?” His voice trembles, the bravado slipping away. I pull out my phone, my ...

so you told her my deepest secret. the one about how i still sleep with a stuffed potato. funny how it made it into casual dinner conversation, right? now everyone knows my potato is named Sir Mashington. congratulations on ruining my life one veggie at a time. #trustissues #potatodrama

so you told her my deepest secret. the one about how i still sleep with a stuffed potato. funny how it made it into casual dinner conversation, right? now everyone knows my potato is named Sir Mashington. congratulations on ruining my life one veggie at a time. #trustissues #potatodrama

i just double texted my ex about the college football playoffs. like, who does that? then i triple texted to clarify my feelings on miami vs indiana, and suddenly i found myself drafting a whole dramatic apology about how i should've been there to support him through his losses. then, out of sheer panic, i seriously considered faking my own death. picture this: no one knows i exist anymore, but it...