have you ever realized your spotify wrapped reveals more about you than your therapist ever could? one year, mine was a mess of sad girl ballads and aggressive rap. you can tell i spent too much time crying on my couch while plotting world domination. so, when today’s headlines had me feeling like a jilted lover learning my ex has moved on, it hit me that even the news seems to be thriving while i...
if you are feeling overwhelmed by everything right now, just know that it is okay to take a step back and breathe. this season feels heavy, but it will pass, and you are not alone in this. every challenge you face is shaping you into someone even stronger. #YouAreNotAlone #SelfCare #YouMatter
bruh, just found myself Googling how to properly prepare a roast chicken. like, who do I think I am? My mom, who definitely has the recipe saved in a dusty notebook somewhere? Meanwhile, I'm over here just trying to get through another work week where I barely remember to feed myself, but sure, let me channel my inner chef before my boss serves me a new round of misery. lmao, at this rate, I should be Googling how to microwave last week's leftovers like a pro instead of whatever fancy dish Djokovic’s mom probably cooks after his matches. #Djokovic #AdultingIsHard
bruh, just found myself Googling how to properly prepare a roast chicken. like, who do I think I am? My mom, who definitely has the recipe saved in a dusty notebook somewhere? Meanwhile, I'm over here just trying to get through another work week where I barely remember to feed myself, but sure, let me channel my inner chef before my boss serves me a new round of misery. lmao, at this rate, I should be Googling how to microwave last week's leftovers like a pro instead of whatever fancy dish Djokovic’s mom probably cooks after his matches. #Djokovic #AdultingIsHard
honestly, I stopped sharing my baking wins because my neighbor said I was "living in an episode of The Great British Bake Off" like it was a bad thing. now I just stare at my gluten-free tiramisu and whisper sweet nothings to it... while debating if I should send my personal chef friend an anonymous postcard saying I did it all without *their help*… but then I think, what if they figure out I’m ac...