last night, i was scrolling through social media when the news hit about the climate summit outcomes. it felt like everyone is out here celebrating big plans for the planet while i’m just trying to plan my next meal. is it normal to feel left behind on every front? my friends are posting new cars, new houses, and i’m just here hoping my refrigerator doesn’t break. should i even be dreaming about a...
yaar, matlab imagine, mere college ke dost ki shaadi ka video dekh raha tha, kuch 50 lakhs ka shadi ka jamela, aur main to yaar, apni bartan wash karne wali machine se kuch badi rahein, matlab, baarish main kabhi nikalna bhi pade, bas ghar ki galiyaan bhatak raha hoon. ek taraf gharelu rang, ek taraf aise décor ki baatein sun kar yaad aata hai, mere saath hi kuch uncles the jo dance bhi nahi karte...
the way that literally everyone is obsessed with elon musk's latest space launch. meanwhile, my friends are planning a weekend without me like i'm not over here wondering if i even exist. do they think i wouldn’t find out? how am i supposed to feel when i see those texts pop up and realize i’m not even included in their literal “earthbound adventures”? i might as well sign up for space camp because clearly, i am being launched into a different orbit of solitude. #ElonMusksSpacexLaunchANewEraOf #miserableconspiracies
the way that literally everyone is obsessed with elon musk's latest space launch. meanwhile, my friends are planning a weekend without me like i'm not over here wondering if i even exist. do they think i wouldn’t find out? how am i supposed to feel when i see those texts pop up and realize i’m not even included in their literal “earthbound adventures”? i might as well sign up for space camp because clearly, i am being launched into a different orbit of solitude. #ElonMusksSpacexLaunchANewEraOf #miserableconspiracies
i said i would never be that person who leaves the house looking like a half-eaten burrito—but here i am, sweatpants and unbrushed hair as my signature look—what happened to the dream of glamorous outings? now it’s just me staring at a pile of laundry that mocks me—i think my clothes are trying to stage a rebellion—im so far gone i’ve started talking to the dust bunnies and asking them about their...