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Stories: the way that everyone sees me in designer shoes and fancy clothes but I’m really…

wait, like, nobody talks about the weird obsession i have with collecting vintage postcards. it’s like i’m trying to piece together a life i never lived but, instead, i’m literally drowning in my parents' attic, surrounded by dusty cards while imagining fabulous adventures that never happen. i look like a full-blown historian when in reality, i’m just avoiding real adulthood while staring at scene...

literally just saw yashasvi jaiswal’s highlights and while everyone's celebrating his wins, i’m here trying to figure out how to pay my bills this month without telling my parents. honest toh yaar, जब मेरे छोटे कज़िन के पास अपना फ्लैट है, और मैं अभी भी अपने मां-पिता के साथ बैठा हूं, ऐसा लगता है जैसे हर कोई आगे बढ़ रहा है और मैं बस... same old ground पर stuck हूँ. अब सोचना है कि कौन से रिश्तेदार को ...

the way that everyone sees me in designer shoes and fancy clothes but I’m really just hot gluing my last pair together? like, yeah, they don’t know about the overdue bills under my bed. I mean, I’d wear flip flops but then everyone would definitely know I’m broke and what if the barista starts to remember my usual order? how am I supposed to keep manifesting the private yacht if I can’t even afford to fill up my gas tank? #livingtheillusion #secretstruggles

the way that everyone sees me in designer shoes and fancy clothes but I’m really just hot gluing my last pair together? like, yeah, they don’t know about the overdue bills under my bed. I mean, I’d wear flip flops but then everyone would definitely know I’m broke and what if the barista starts to remember my usual order? how am I supposed to keep manifesting the private yacht if I can’t even afford to fill up my gas tank? #livingtheillusion #secretstruggles

i found out that my great-aunt once collected used matchbooks, claiming they hold the universe's secrets, and honestly, how does that explain my fascination with inanimate objects? is it possible that somewhere in my DNA, there’s a spark of delulu manifesting waiting to emerge—like, one day, will my entire life transform because I touched a thirty-year-old matchbook from a diner that closed in the...