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Stories: do you ever feel like you are the last one left standing while everyone else cou…

if you are feeling overwhelmed right now, just know that it is okay to take a step back and breathe. this moment does not define your entire journey, and there is strength within you that has carried you through before. trust that this season, like all others, will eventually change and bring new light. #YouAreNotAlone #SelfCare

i just remembered i was supposed to plant those tulip bulbs weeks ago, and now they’re in a crumpled bag in the corner of my garage, silently judging me. sorry, sorry, sorry to the bulbs that will never bloom because my brain forgot they existed. guess we’re both just withering away, huh?

do you ever feel like you are the last one left standing while everyone else couples up like it’s a game show? i thought turning down that trip abroad was the right choice—but seeing my ex go on romantic hikes and sipping wine under stars that could have been ours, i can't help but cringe a little. my heart's tangled up in the lost plans and, let’s be real—my couch is judging me as I binge watch them live the life we talked about. but i guess it's not their fault. it’s just another reminder that maybe i built too much of myself around someone who is now dating that cute barista from the café we loved. so sorry, couch. i didn’t mean to drape my sad dreams all over you.

do you ever feel like you are the last one left standing while everyone else couples up like it’s a game show? i thought turning down that trip abroad was the right choice—but seeing my ex go on romantic hikes and sipping wine under stars that could have been ours, i can't help but cringe a little. my heart's tangled up in the lost plans and, let’s be real—my couch is judging me as I binge watch them live the life we talked about. but i guess it's not their fault. it’s just another reminder that maybe i built too much of myself around someone who is now dating that cute barista from the café we loved. so sorry, couch. i didn’t mean to drape my sad dreams all over you.

the other day, i caught myself googling "how to properly clean a tuba." like, WHY am I suddenly so invested in this musical instrument my parents used to force me to take lessons for? — i think deep down, I thought I could finally impress my dad who always told me I couldn't carry a tune to save my life. turns out, I still can’t carry a tune, but now I can probably carry an entire marching band of...