just signed up for a pottery class to channel my inner creative soul - my first project was supposed to be a vase, but all I made was a lopsided lump that resembles a sad potato - now it's sitting on my shelf like a monument to my failure. #artisticexpression #notaplanter
literally just tried to voice text my friend about the wolf moon and ended up exposing my deepest insecurities instead. "the moon looks beautiful, but honestly, I feel like a lonely ghost who should probably have a cat." hit send and realized i might have just whispered my existential crisis into the void. now my friend is probably on the floor laughing while i am plotting my reclusive hermit life...
so i was thinking, if i had picked up interpretive dance instead of collecting rare fungi in the seventh grade, my whole life would be different. like, maybe i would have graced a stage, adorned in feathers and sequins, expressing my inner spirit through wild arm flails, while my mother wept tears of pride. instead, here i am, proudly labeling my latest mushroom discovery, “The Unfathomable Fungal” like it is art.
so i was thinking, if i had picked up interpretive dance instead of collecting rare fungi in the seventh grade, my whole life would be different. like, maybe i would have graced a stage, adorned in feathers and sequins, expressing my inner spirit through wild arm flails, while my mother wept tears of pride. instead, here i am, proudly labeling my latest mushroom discovery, “The Unfathomable Fungal” like it is art.
last night, my screen time report dropped and like, it said I spent three hours watching videos of ants carrying food. that’s not just a hobby, thats an outright lifestyle. i had plans for personal growth but instead, im deep into a rabbit hole of tiny ant civilization and wondering if i should start taking notes.