sitting in the living room just staring at the wall—checking my phone every few minutes for a message that probably will never come while the laundry just sits there unput away and all i can think about is that one time i lost a sock in the dryer and nobody ever saw it again.
just spent an hour looking for my favorite pen that i always put in the same spot and then realized i had been holding it the whole time like how does this happen honestly, am i even awake right now.
just realized i spent an hour trying to clean the bottom of the sink only to discover it was the reflection of the ceiling light above, not grime. now i have this weird urge to scrub the ceiling too but like, what even is my life.
just realized i spent an hour trying to clean the bottom of the sink only to discover it was the reflection of the ceiling light above, not grime. now i have this weird urge to scrub the ceiling too but like, what even is my life.
घर वाले समझते नहीं, जैसे मैं एक इवेंट में सिर्फ एक टोकरी हूं जिसे देख के सब अपनी पसंदीदा चीज़ें उठाते हैं। हर बार जब मैं अपने एक कमरे के फ्लैट में बैठती हूं, यह सोचते हुए कि यह सब कितना फ़ेक लगता है, बस सिर घूमता है, समझ नहीं आता।