it's not that i was SPYING. i just happened to see a message pop up on my spouse’s phone—like a TEXT from my best friend. confronted them both, and they said i was overreacting like they were in a sitcom and the punchline was ME. then, fast forward a month later, and they move in together like they were just waiting for the popcorn to finish popping. so now, here i am—my new Netflix hobby is watch...
Shahid Kapoor wants to woo audiences with "Tu Yaa Main," while he and his co-stars live in a fantasy world, detached from the struggles of average Indians. This is the same man whose luxury lifestyle is supported by a film industry that continues to ignore real social issues—shoving down overpriced tickets down our throats while his peers spend their millions on lavish parties. It is absolutely to...
ok but I just realized I haven't been to the grocery store in weeks. I’ve been using that meal kit app instead, pretending like I can be the kind of person who has perfectly portioned meals. today I pulled out a box for a "chef’s special" only to find the recipe called for ingredients I didn’t have. all I could think about was how lonely it felt standing there, scrolling through my contacts, knowing that I don’t even have anyone to call to come help me. instead, I ended up eating a dry granola bar while sitting on my floor. I mean, capitalism really has us out here paying to cook while also being lonely.
ok but I just realized I haven't been to the grocery store in weeks. I’ve been using that meal kit app instead, pretending like I can be the kind of person who has perfectly portioned meals. today I pulled out a box for a "chef’s special" only to find the recipe called for ingredients I didn’t have. all I could think about was how lonely it felt standing there, scrolling through my contacts, knowing that I don’t even have anyone to call to come help me. instead, I ended up eating a dry granola bar while sitting on my floor. I mean, capitalism really has us out here paying to cook while also being lonely.
the way that my favorite pen ran out of ink in the middle of signing my apartment lease honestly felt like the universe mocking me. it’s like, here i am, excited about a new place, and the cosmos is reminding me that my dreams come with fine print. now my bank account has a hole in it and my only consolation is a dull ink-stained fingerprint and a half-empty coffee cup on my desk that screams 'who...